But no matter what kind of fantasy it is, none of them shows signs of being realized. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingtian sighed and leaned out of the window and jumped out. Recently, due to her diligent practice, she has been able to flexibly use the bracelet made of red thread on her wrist, but in order to avoid getting into trouble, she usually does not use the red thread on her wrist when she is present with others. And the other thing she hid from Wu Qingqiu was the red umbrella in her hand, since it was also made of red thread, it naturally had the skills of the red thread.

Qingtian shook the umbrella in her hand gently, and the red umbrella seemed to be alive, suddenly holding her to a higher place.

Qingtian laughed happily in the process of slowly landing, although it was strange to play with an umbrella, but no one was looking at her at the moment, she was naturally so happy!

The whole city fell into a deep sleep, and on a sunny day, he swept through the streets with a red umbrella, feeling free and happy like a night elf. The rain is not heavy, it is as thin and gentle as spring rain, not only will it not make people feel disgusted, but it will arouse some poet-like sensual feelings in people's hearts.

Qingtian went out of the city directly with an umbrella, for some reason, before that, she had seen the gates of many cities, and each city had a plaque with the same texture, but there was no plaque in that city that could make her so... Qingtian frowned, maybe it would be more appropriate to touch it.

There had never been a plaque in that city that she wanted to touch so much.

It didn't take long to come to the gate of Qicheng, the light rain gradually became heavier, but it was still the level of spring rain, even if the umbrella was removed from the head, it made people feel like a pearl curtain.

Qingtian tapped her toes on the ground, and the red umbrella flew towards the plaque with her.

Qingtian reached out and touched the plaque that she didn't see much in the dark, and felt a little strange joy like a little daughter. It really felt a little strange, but Qingtian didn't try to stop it, she summoned a small flame from the palm of her hand, and approached the plaque with the small flame.

Although the flame was summoned by her spell, it was still just an ordinary flame. In this night with rain and breeze, it looks particularly weak, and it is pitiful to sway.

Qingtian laughed twice, let go of the red umbrella in his hand, and the red umbrella hung obediently and skillfully in the air, turning around on the top of her head while sheltering from the rain, like a six or seven-year-old child. On a sunny day, he freed his hands to gather the flames.

"Let's go see what's different about that thing. Qingtian whispered to the flame in his palm, and then brought the flame to the black plaque.

As if to satisfy her, when the flames approached, the plaque was really different. Qingtian's eyes widened in surprise, in fact, she just wanted to see more clearly...

The heavy black color on the plaque slowly melted under the fusion of fire and water, and then turned into liquid, dropping down drop by drop, and Qingtian originally thought that the dark paint-like thing with a strange smell would fall directly to the ground with the rain.

But when she looked over, the drops of rain were hanging in front of her eyes.

It's really hanging in the air, and it even maintains the appearance of a big head and a small head when it falls, and Qingtian feels that this thing is not simple, but he hesitates to touch it. And when she tried to summon the flames back, she found that her orders did not work at this moment.

As if she had found something interesting, the flame tapped on the plaque in some implicit regularity, despite the lure that she had lowered her voice like a child, and the night wind and rain that she had been afraid of, until the originally black plaque was covered with falling droplets.

However, at this time, Qingtian also found something different.

These paint-like, dangling things seem to have been painted on the plaque by some people, and when the "paint" melts off the plaque, it is still a dark and extremely heavy plaque. But when I look at it on a sunny day, I don't have that feeling of wanting to touch it.

Sure enough, the difference is different in the layer of things outside.

But what is this thing?

Qingtian looked at the thing hanging in front of him and fell into a tangle, this thing should be not poisonous. But I don't know if I don't touch it, but if it's poisonous, wouldn't it be miserable if I touched it...

The sludge was unexpectedly neatly arranged, like soldiers waiting in line for the command of the general, Qingtian moved his fingertips, and finally decided to pack up these things first-

They can't just hang in mid-air. If you really let them hang like this, I'm afraid you don't have to wait until dawn to know that there is a strange plaque in Qicheng, and then find out that she herself is playing a role in pushing here... She didn't want to have anything to do with Qi Cheng yet.

Qingtian called a red line, trying to concoct the same way to put away these nine hundred and eighty-one small droplets, and the result... Failed, of course. Thinking about it with your toes, you also know that the line is not watery, so it's good! Qingtian feels that he has really fallen into the misunderstanding that "the red line is invincible" recently.

But now, she has no other way to clean up these little things.

Qingtian stared and thought about it, otherwise... As soon as this idea popped up, I felt like the kind of scumbag who just couldn't get rid of it and ran away when I slept... So the left leg that had already stepped out was retracted.

Sunny day is helpless, and then there is only one way - she has to test if these things can communicate (chin .jpg)

"Hi ~ little water droplets~" As soon as these words came out, Qingtian himself was covered with goosebumps in his diaphragm.

But the next scene made her completely forget that goosebumps existed. I saw that the batch of small droplets that were originally arranged as if they were about to go through a phalanx suddenly began to move.

That feeling... It's as if the captain shouted to disband. Qingtian began to suspect that those little droplets were not actually small droplets, they must have small arms, legs, or even small mouths or something!

Xiao Qingtian, you must be crazy! Qing Tian twisted himself fiercely, and then stared at the two words on the other side.

But it's a pity that the word doesn't have a small eye for her.

The ninety-nine-eighty-one droplet gave her two words in the blink of an eye: "What are you doing?"

this thing! This thing, this thing, you can talk?! People don't know where to vomit.