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was suddenly pushed, and Qianling screamed in surprise, and the whole person threw herself into the room with her teeth and claws.

Falling heavily to the ground, the silver bell at his wrist made a crisp tinkling sound.

Qianling was like a big cake, the whole person was sticking to the ground, and she slowly raised her head with a bitter face.

The ground was much softer than expected, and although she looked like she had fallen and eaten, she looked miserable, but her body didn't feel any pain.

There is a faint fragrance of grass leaves between the noses.

Wrinkling her face bitterly, Qianling slowly got up, shook her head, and shook off a few leaves stuck to her hair.

...... Foliage?

She looked at the ground and froze.

It turned out to be a soft and fluffy green grass, no wonder she didn't hurt when she fell.

Looking up, the surprise in her eyes gradually revealed surprise.

The breeze blew, and a few leaves fell slowly, making a soft noise on the ground.

The canopy is green, the branches and foliage are luxuriant, and the trees are densely packed, interspersed into a secluded forest.

It's a forest!

That's not right......

She had obviously entered the inner room of the confectionery shop, and it was located on the bustling West Street, how could she suddenly run into such a quiet wood?

Qianling sat on the grass, rubbed her eyes, knocked her head again, and pinched her face.

Did she fall stupid?

Why are there so many strange things today......

Qianling patted her face and took a deep breath.

It's okay, it's okay, at this time, just go back the way you came.

Turning slowly, she stretched out her hand to open the door, but her hand was raised in the air but froze.

The breeze is flowing and the leaves are dancing.

It was quiet all around, except for the wind that blew the canopy of the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

There was nothing but the lush trees in front of me.

The door is gone.

Qianling slowly took two steps back, swallowed her saliva, and suddenly felt some scalp tingling.

What the hell is this place?

The light was a little dim, and the breeze was blowing in the trees, and a few bird cries could faintly be heard.

In the dim chaos around him, there was a faint hint of orange-red light.

Qianling's eyes were anxious and uneasy, revealing a glimmer of light, and she took a step and ran in the direction of the light.

The lights are scorching, warm and soft.

A house is located in a secluded forest.

Qianling gasped slightly, looked up at the house in front of her, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A row of lanterns hangs under the eaves, and a gorgeous and delicate silver-white mandala bloom leaps above the orange red lampshade.

The windows are delicately carved and faintly reveal the warm glow of the fire.

The breeze is flowing, the lights are swaying, revealing a bit of warmth.

Qianling looked at the gorgeous and delicate silver-white mandala pattern on the orange-red lampshade, and tilted her head slightly.

This pattern...... It seems to have been seen somewhere.

She tentatively stretched out her hand to knock, but the door opened on its own.

Inside the door hung a white beaded curtain, on which delicate patterns spread, reflecting the light of the lantern, glowing a faint orange red.

Short hair reaches the ears and hangs quietly. The girl in the black dress stood in the door, standing respectfully, as if she was waiting.

Dark red eyes quietly looked at Qianling at the door, she turned sideways expressionlessly, and bowed in the other direction of the room:

"Here she is. ”

Qianling blinked in confusion and looked into the room.

"Please come in. ”

As if with someone's permission, the girl in the black dress bowed to her and motioned for her to enter.

The hand gently lifted the white bead curtain, making a soft sound.

Qianling looked at the room with surprise in her eyes.

The room is almost entirely lined with bookshelves filled with books. Although the room is not very large, there are quite a lot of books, and they are neatly arranged and look uneven. The wooden tables and chairs are spread with delicate carvings, and the house is filled with incense, like smoke and mist, and the fragrance is intoxicating.

It looked like a study, but it was more elegant and luxurious than an ordinary study.

There was a faint sound of flipping books.

Qianling followed the voice and looked at the young man sitting behind the desk in the room.

The short dark purple hair was soft against the ear, reflecting the radiant black camellia stud earrings.

The black robe hangs diagonally on the side of the carved wooden chair, and the silver-white mandala spreads over it, noble and gorgeous.

On the table was a small flower pot with tiny black branches spreading out of it, and snow-white flowers bloomed on it. There is a delicate incense burner on the side of the table, and the incense is like a silk mist, curling up and quietly lingering.

The boy looked down at the book in his hand.

Qianling looked at the young man, and then at the girl in the black dress who stood respectfully on the side with an expressionless face, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes:

"The ......"

"Sit down. The boy's voice was faint.

Qianling hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but the girl in the black dress who was silent on the side walked over, pulled out a chair from the table, and motioned for her to sit down.

The girl in the black dress picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qianling.

Qianling took the teacup and thanked him, looked at the young man in front of the table by the window again, thought about it and asked:

"Excuse me...... Where is this? ...... from West Street? Far away?"

There was silence, no one responded.

The house was filled with smoke, and there was a faint smell of good smell between the wings of the nose.

Qianling looked at the young man who was looking down at the book, and then at the girl in the black dress who was standing respectfully and expressionlessly beside her, and blinked a little puzzled.

"Since you're here, a lot of things are already self-evident. ”

The voice was faint and unwavering.

The young man flipped through the book gently, still expressionless.

Qianling looked at the young man, blinked in confusion, stretched out his hand, pointed at himself, and his voice revealed uncertainty:

"Are you talking to me?"

The orange-red lantern swayed gently, and the silver-white mandala bloom glowed with a faint silver light.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the light and shadow on the windows danced.

The book slowly closed, and the young man raised his head, his short dark purple hair hanging down to his ears, and a pair of dark red eyes flowing with scarlet blood.

The young man looked at her, a smile appeared on his lips, but there was a faint hint of coldness:

"Waiting, guests from Ellens. ”

The teacup in his hand fell instantly, falling to the ground and shattering.

Her pupils constricted suddenly, and Qianling looked at the young man in shock, so shocked that she almost stood up, but she froze in her chair and didn't move.

She leaned down and slowly picked up the fragment of the teaglass, her face stiffened and slowly pulled out a smile:

"I'm sorry I didn't hold it steady and accidentally dropped the teacup...... What did you just say? What...... What is that?"

The young man didn't answer, but just looked at her to himself, a meaningful smile rose on his lips, and his voice was low as if talking to himself, revealing a hint of banter:

"I originally thought it was a beautiful woman, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes, and it was just a little girl...... It seems that my brother's taste is not very good. ”