Looking at Lin Xin's innocent expression, Leng Qiao lightly beckoned her to sit down: "It's wrong, it's wrong!" ”

Lin Xin sat beside Leng Qiao a little cramped: "You...... Still haven't forgiven me, haven't you? ”

Leng Qiao shook his head helplessly: "I'm just worried that you won't forgive yourself." Okay, Lin Xin. You really don't have the right time to take part in this mission. ”

Lin Xin grabbed the handrail seriously: "I swear, I will take my life in the future, and I will not reveal our task to anyone who has nothing to do." ”

Leng Qiao smiled and scratched the tip of her nose: "For me, your life is not small, you know?" ”

Lin Xin blinked: "Then you say, how big is my life?" ”

Leng Qiao frowned and thought for a long time: "This question is really a headache, can you tell you later?" ”

The afterglow of the phantom rose unhurriedly on the surface of the Wind Pilot, and the salty sea breeze rolled up a leisurely cloud around Liyang City. Even the kingfisher birds soaring in the sky are singing a joyful song and flying towards this direction, as if to guide the way for the newly arrived travelers.

Riding the Wind No. 3, in the rest cabin, Leng Qiao stretched his waist, yawned, and was about to say something to Lin Xin, who was resting on the side, but saw a bright light curtain suddenly projected in the cabin, and Zhuang Bufeng's somewhat tired figure appeared in front of him: "Leng Qiao, I haven't seen you for almost a month, I don't know how your recent training is?" ”

Leng Qiao blinked: "Didn't you let me get involved in the company's affairs?" How? Are there any difficulties encountered? ”

Zhuang Bufeng rubbed his forehead painfully: "Although in the past few years, our Yingfeng Technology has often been at a disadvantage in the competition with Hongyu Group, but Uncle can tell you optimistically that if Hongyu Group does not cooperate with our Yingfeng Technology, it will become a machine without a core." ”

Leng Qiao frowned: "I don't understand these things, you still have to do it yourself." ”

Zhuang Bufeng's gaze at Leng Qiao was full of pity and reluctance: "Actually, I don't want to see you hurt because of the interests of the company, and honestly tell the uncle, during this time, are you being targeted by the people of the Night Rain and Autumn Tea Organization?" ”

Leng Qiao sighed, his eyes gradually blurred under the shroud of tears: "Uncle Zhairen, he ......"

Bi Chenxia, who had just walked over from the cockpit, heard the cry of Leng Qiao, and her heart was suddenly touched. She subconsciously quickened her pace and walked into the rest cabin: "Leng Qiao, you ......"

Lin Xin, who was on the side, looked at Leng Qiao's painful appearance, and suddenly felt sad in his heart.

Zhuang Bufeng's expression in the picture became a little anxious: "Leng Qiao, don't cry first." You say, what's wrong with your Uncle Zhairen? ”

Lin Xin was calm: "It's dead!" Hey, I said Brother Leng Qiao, on this continent, I don't know how many people die every day. Why are you so emotional? ”

Leng Qiao's gaze at Lin Xin became a little complicated, and even the tone of his voice began to solidify: "Do you know that he is our savior, but I watched him die in front of me and could not do anything." ”

Bi Chenxia stepped forward and touched Leng Qiao's hair: "Child, there are some things, even if they happen around us, we are powerless to change anything." It's not because we don't have enough strength, but because there are too many factors that interfere with us. Therefore, loss is not terrible, it is not sad. ”

On the other side of the picture, Zhuang Bufeng was silent for a long time. finally sighed: "Leng Qiao, sometimes, gains and losses are not very important to a person, what is important, what is important is what kind of mentality do you face them?" Don't be discouraged by what you have lost, and don't be depressed by how little you have gained. ”

In a trance, Zhuang Bufeng's voice became much more ethereal, as if there seemed to be a call in his ears in countless sleeps before; It's like the invincible frost-breaking knife in his hand in countless battles.

When the sword is sharpened, it must have two sides, one to kill and the other to hurt oneself.

Bi Chenxia hugged Leng Qiao in her arms and stroked his hair: "You are still young, after experiencing these things, don't think about them anymore." Like the illusory light outside the window, it will not dim because of the departure of life, nor will it shine because of the reincarnation of the soul. For Phantom Wei, why aren't we dust floating on the mainland? ”

Zhuang Bufeng's voice became much softer: "Dust, only under the light of light will appear in front of people's eyes. Lengqiao, you must make yourself stronger, only in this way, you have the ability to protect your relatives and friends around you, only in this way, similar tragedies will not happen to you again. Got it? ”

Seeing Zhuang Bufeng's figure gradually disappear into Leng Qiao's blurred vision, Bi Chenxia subconsciously patted Leng Qiao's shoulder: "Child, you have to cheer up!" ”

Lin Xin was held by Bi Chenxia in her arms, and Leng Qiao was motionless, feeling that something was wrong. shouted at him a few times in a row and didn't see him react, so he waved his hand boringly: "This product is probably tired, and it may be that I have found a sense of security that I have not seen for a long time!" ”

On Jiqing Street, Yinyu District, Liyang City, a fashionable flying wing hovered smoothly in mid-air. Bi Chenxia walked out of the suspension with Leng Qiao, who was still asleep, a little helplessly: "It's so big, I still have to be hugged by others, it's true." ”

A young girl who followed behind flicked her ponytail: "Mommy, you better bear with it!" During this time, Brother Leng Qiao has experienced a lot of twists and turns, so let the family sleep quietly for a while! ”

Bi Chenxia snorted a little embarrassed: "Sleep, just sleep!" I'm not a bed. ”

Villa, cold bridge room. Bi Chenxia gently placed Leng Qiao on the bed and took off his shoes for him. Only then did he turn around and beckoned to Zhuang Bufeng on the side: "Brother Zhuang, do you think he will be unconscious?" ”

After Zhuang Bufeng stepped forward to cover Leng Qiao with a blanket, he looked at his face carefully: "I think it may be too tired, and those sudden things made it difficult for him to accept it for a while." That's why it's like this. ”

Lin Xin ignored these things, only to see him rush straight to the side of Leng Qiao's bed, and suddenly grabbed his arm and shook it vigorously: "Leng Qiao, you are a bad seed, don't pretend to be dead for me, get up quickly......"

Shaking for a long time, there was still no reaction from the cold bridge. She couldn't help but be secretly anxious in her heart: could it be that he really ......

Thinking of that, her nose was inexplicably sour, and she saw her crying while beating Leng Qiao hard: "You play dead for me again......"

Bi Chenxia and Zhuang Bufeng glanced at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and then turned around and walked to the living room.

As soon as the two left, Lin Xin felt that his hand that was about to beat Leng Qiao was grabbed by a strange force. turned around and found that Leng Qiao was glaring at her angrily: "If this continues, I will be hammered to death by your fists before I can sleep to death." ”

Lin Xin happily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I originally wanted to hammer you to life, understand?" ”

Leng Qiao rubbed his eyes a little tiredly: "You are in such a hurry to wake me up, is there anything urgent?" ”

Lin Xin waved his hand boredly: "Yes, I just want to make sure that you are dead?" Now you can go back to sleep. ”

Leng Qiao pinched his shoulder, and suddenly became a little crazy: "Can you let people sleep quietly for a while?" ”

The whole villa trembled slightly, Lin Xin carefully covered the cold bridge with a blanket again, and withdrew to the door tremblingly: "You...... Don't be angry, I'll go! ”

Bi Chenxia, who was chatting with Zhuang Bufeng on the sofa in the living room, heard Leng Qiao's roar and frowned slightly: "Strange, the Leng Qiao in my impression should be very shy, why has it suddenly become a little moody these days?" ”

Lin Xin, who was walking towards this side, touched the back of his head strangely: "Could it be that he was infected by that big devil?" ”

Zhuang Bufeng glared at Lin Xin: "Are you suspicious of what he looked like just now, did he pretend on purpose?" ”

Lin Xin was about to say something, but saw Bi Chenxia take a step forward in embarrassment: "Brother Zhuang, I'd better go back and cook for Zihao first, Lin Xin, don't go quickly!" What's the pestle doing there? ”

Lin Xin moved his steps a little reluctantly: "But I still have something to say to Uncle Zhuang." ”

At the door of the living room, Bi Chenxia stopped with a serious expression: "Although Leng Qiao has extraordinary courage and strong abilities, he is also a human being, and he is tired." If you have anything to say, let's wait until tomorrow! Also, after tomorrow, you will have to go back to the camp again. Mommy has a lot more to tell you! ”

Seeing Lin Xin being forcefully pulled out of the living room by Bi Chenxia, Zhuang Bufeng wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

At this time, Zhuang Xinfen, who went out to buy vegetables, opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Zhuang Bufeng was sitting in front of the sofa in a daze with some depression, he put the things on the coffee table on the side: "Hey, I said big brother." Hasn't he come back yet? ”

Zhuang Bufeng sighed: "I'm back, but now he's very tired and resting in his room?" I think it's better for us to let him be quiet for a while. I think Leng Qiao is twelve years old, and he should have his own plans and goals for doing things, don't you say? ”

Zhuang Xinfen nodded: "I hope he is really as sensible as you say." By the way, have all the things taken care of by EFG? ”

Zhuang Bufeng nodded: "I want to arrange a task for Leng Qiao and them to see if he really grows up, do you think about it?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen snorted: "What will happen if the mission fails?" ”

Zhuang Bufeng smiled: "That depends on his strength." ”

Zhuang Xinfen nodded casually, picked up the vegetables on the coffee table and wanted to walk to the kitchen: "You look at it yourself, but I still believe in the strength of our family Lengqiao." ”

Zhuang Bufeng turned his head to look at Leng Qiao's room, got up and walked to the kitchen: "That's great, let him do it tomorrow." However, there is a good chance that he will meet a strange person from the Purple String Continent. ”

Zhuang Xinfen's scream came from the kitchen: "What did you say? He's just gone through a mortal mission, and this time you're going to ask him to deal with those Purple Strings who don't know the details? ”