It was finally no longer empty, and the hall gradually became more and more pillars, two neat rows of columns, stretching forward from either side of her, until she could not see. The pillars of the Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info were white jade, the tentacles were cold, and the pillars were carved with something she couldn't read.

Round things, square things, and figures whose faces can't be seen clearly no matter what...

What are these things? What does this dream tell her?

Qingtian touched the cold-touch pillar under her hand and thought, these things gave her a particularly strong sense of familiarity. Although the hall was empty and silent at first glance, she always had a picture of it full of laughter in her mind.

A lively, lively...

The pillars of white jade cast neat shadows on the ground, and when Qing Tian looked at them one by one, she finally noticed something different.

There was a pillar behind what seemed to be an extra mass - slightly trembling, shaggy...

Qingtian tiptoed past, and the thing seemed to notice it, and the shadow cast on the ground suddenly became a little larger, and this time Qingtian saw the two long ears clearly - it was a rabbit!

Qingtian quickly quickened her steps, but fortunately, although the rabbit noticed her, she had no intention of leaving, she approached the shadow step by step, step by step, step by step...

But the distance between them has not decreased.

Qingtian squatted down on the ground in despair, "Can the little rabbit come and play with the little sister for a while?" she shouted.

But the result was naturally disappointment.

Maybe a dream is a dream, whether she walks, runs, or shouts, it's all a given thing and can't be changed.

When he woke up, he found himself kicking his legs, shouting over and over again, "Come here, little rabbit." And the water around her was already cold.

It's late at night.

took the towel on the screen, wiped the water on his body casually, put a robe on his body at random, and stepped out of the bathtub. Even though the temperature around her was not low, she couldn't help but shiver after soaking in the cold water for half the night.

I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold tomorrow...

She thought. The room was very quiet, and Qingtian listened attentively to make sure that there was no movement of flying shadows in the room, so he walked to the half-open window and looked out in confusion. On nights like this, Flying Shadow has never been out and played, and never returned...

The whole world was as silent as her room. A huge full moon hangs in mid-air. The moonlight covered the whole land, but there were no twinkling stars in the sky.

The moon of the Borderlands... I guess it's lonely...

Stretched out his hand to cover the window, and then fell into the bed and slept on a sunny day.

At this moment, the flying shadow is nesting at the mouth of an alley, stretching out his claws to tease a ball of light outside the alley.

The point of light is no different from the moonlight, but it looks like a living thing, and when he sees the flying shadow, he begins to tremble, and he is startled by the big red tiger in front of him, and now he is still being teased by this stupid tiger until midnight.

I don't know whose pet it is, and it is released at night to bully people...

When I woke up the next day, I had some symptoms of a cold.

My nose is a little stuffy, and my brain is dizzy. Her proud biological clock was also knocked down by the disease, and she was awakened early in the morning by the wet tongue of the flying shadow.

Flying Shadow was a little excited for some reason, in the past, it would hum and lie down obediently on the side as long as it slapped it on a sunny day, but today it was not obedient at all, even if it was sunny and increased its strength, he didn't slap the paw that Feiying pressed on his waist.

"Okay, okay, I know, let's get up, don't lick!" A carp sat up from the bed on a sunny day, and sat on the bed with his head half-squinted.

Her head was a little heavy, which made her unable to get up as usual, but fell into deep thought before she opened her eyes...

Was it the cause of her cold that she had soaked in cold water for hours in the middle of the night last night, or was it the result of walking in the empty hall in her dream yesterday with nothing on her body?

It stands to reason that the scene in the dream shouldn't make her catch a cold, but why did she really want to blame it on the dream last night... Qingtian reached out and touched her head while pondering, and finally found the reason why she didn't get up to take medicine but was thinking about it here.

She had a fever!

It's pretty hot!

What should I do if I have a fever?

Qingtian squinted at the flying shadow lying on the ground obediently, and fell into deep thought again.

Should she take medicine, or should she go for a drip, or should she call Wang Ze'an first so that the guy is distressed and distressed? Ah no, Wang Ze'an's guy cheated before, and when she has the opportunity, she must cut that negative man into eight petals.

Just when she was still using some method to make Wang Ze'an's death less painful, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the movement was not small.

Qingtian struggled to open the door, but when she got out of bed, she found that her legs were not ordinary soft, but very soft, not soft enough to support her to stand up. If it weren't for the Flying Shadow coming over and catching her, she might have rolled straight to the ground.

Xiao Qingtian realized at this moment how serious her cold was.

People who don't usually get sick only need to get sick once, and it will be very serious. Qingtian thought, this sentence really has some truth, the ancients did not deceive me.

The knocking on the door continued, and Qing Tian sat on Feiying's back, quite a bit of a pointing spirit. "Who—ah—?" she shouted, in a long voice.

Xiao Low knocked on the door for a moment, Miss Xiao's movement sounded a bit like the movement of being drunk, but didn't Miss Xiao sleep directly when she was drunk? Xiao Low pondered, and slightly tilted his head to look at Wu Qingqiu behind him.

The little young master's face... Well, he doesn't understand.

"Flying Shadow!" Miss Xiao's shout suddenly sounded in the room.

Wu Qingqiu's brows furrowed, "Open the door." He said.

Xiao nodded and reached out of his hand with a black whip, which became slender and poked in through the crack in the door. The slender whip seemed to be conscious, and it pulled the lock behind the door, and with a light lift in the little low hand, the lock fell in response.

Xiao Qingtian, who was happily playing a horse riding game with Feiying in the house, was burned and confused, but she could still notice that the lock of her house had been forcibly opened, and immediately shouted, "Wait, wait! This girl is not dressed yet!"

The small low-slammed door action stopped with her shouting, and then turned her head and forgot about Wu Qingqiu, who had a puzzled look.

Wu Qingqiu's brows twisted, and he held back a sentence for a while: "Then wait." ”

So for the first time in his life, Wu Qingqiu, the young master of Aoba City, who had a high status and important status, waited patiently at the door of each girl's room, Xiao Low sighed in his heart that he was the only one to witness this scene, and on the other hand, he was worried that he would be killed by the little young master because he knew too much.