This is weird, and it is obvious who it refers to.

Zhao Yuandan glanced at Qiao Jin with some embarrassment.

Qiao Jin didn't care at all, and didn't even blink his eyes.

Seeing her calm appearance, Zhi Mengmeng glanced at her, then at the person who spoke, and burst out loud: "Lu Ren, don't be yin and yang when you speak, look at people who have a great demeanor, you look like a horse next to you." ”

Lu Ren's face stiffened.

He sneered and didn't speak.

Zhao Yuandan whispered to Qiao Jin again: "Others are like this, don't care." ”

Qiao Jin probably understood.

It's probably these people who are not convinced that she wants to take the formation, but why should they agree?

She curled her lips, only nodded, and did not speak.

Qiao Jin's name in the imperial capital is a little, but it is not obvious.

The things of the Feng family are weird, but not many people will directly suspect Qiao Jin, after all, a family will be finished after speaking, who knows what's going on?

They are more inclined to have a few formation mages united to target the Feng family, and the Feng family itself has made a big death, so it will be so miserable.

As for Qiao Jin, it's just a somewhat eccentric array mage.

This time, the spirit group invited her to be a foreign aid, not necessarily because she still wanted to win her over, but these array mages who had been organizing them all this time were not very convinced.

The journey to southern Xinjiang was long, and it took the plane a full three hours to reach this legendary land.

Nanjiang City still has a main city, surrounded by mountains, and the center of the city is surrounded by mountains, which can be said to be a natural closed place.

It's just that now the country doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and the development here is very good, and the modern metropolis of southern Xinjiang has long lost the mysterious taste of the original.

Perhaps only in those deep mountains, seeing those ancient villages that are still enclosed in the mountains, can you appreciate the mysterious legends of that time.

When the plane landed, a drizzle began to fall in Nanjiang City, and a continuous cold spread along the clammy air into people's bones, and there was a feeling that people couldn't open their bodies.

Now in October, the weather is getting colder and colder.

The spirit group arranged a hotel for them to stay, and when they arrived in the local area, only Zhi Mengmeng, Zhao Yuandan and Qiao Jin stayed in the hotel, and the other three people went directly to meet the local spirit group to know the situation.

Zhi Mengmeng and Zhao Yuandan were there, and Qiao Jin didn't ask much.

She didn't need to ask anything.

When the person came back, she naturally knew.

Qiao Jin was in the room, lying on the sofa, and called Song Yanqing leisurely: "I'm in Nanjiang City." ”

The girl's well-behaved report came into his ears, as if his fatigue of the day had dissipated, and Song Yanqing outlined her gentle eyebrows: "How is it over there?"

Qiao Jin glanced out the window: "It's good, it's raining here, what about the imperial capital?"

Song Yanqing: "The emperor is a sunny day, you wear more clothes, don't catch a cold." ”

Qiao Jin said: "I won't catch a cold." ”

She is in good physical condition and has never had such a small problem.

Song Yanqing paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "I forgot." ”

He is not sick now, let alone someone like Qiao Jin.

Song Yanqing glanced at the document in his hand, pushed it away, stood up, looked out the window with deep eyes, and said in a low and gentle voice: "When you come back, I will find an opportunity to officially visit Uncle Mu and Aunt Qiao." ”