Chapter 417: Wind Chimes
There are some things she still doesn't understand when she thinks about it, and the past is still clear, and she knows that she will never be able to look at it again in this life.
In the evening, after eating, Murong Tiantian deliberately pulled the old lady back to the room.
Find her to calculate the time when the Heavenly Dao will open.
After the old lady asked the reason, she learned that Ye Zhimad was going to go to the Immortal Continent, but she was interested and sincerely calculated a hexagram for her.
The Heavenly Dao has never been opened again since it was opened a hundred years ago.
It will be 50 years before the next opening is opened.
After Murong Tiantian heard such news, it was like a bolt from the blue.
In that case, Ye Zhimad would have to find the teleportation space before going to the Immortal Yuan Continent.
Where can I find the teleportable space?
Usually only big families have this kind of treasure, but even if you find it, do you dare to guarantee that those families will give it to you?
There are only a hundred teleportation opportunities in the teleportation space, and if you miss one time, you will wait for one time, and who will be willing to give up such a rare thing.
When Ye Zhimad heard the news, he was mentally prepared, and he didn't have much hope in the Heavenly Dao.
Los Angeles, Glacier Lake.
Ye Zhimad went to the pavilion by the lake alone and sat down.
The breeze blew across her face, and there was a stinging pain on her face.
The weather in Los Angeles is colder than in East City, the wind is like a knife, and there are fewer people going out at night.
The white-robed figure suddenly appeared, and the light shone on the man's face, so beautiful that the earth was overshadowed.
Mo Jun smelled her breath and chased after him, he didn't expect that this little woman would sneak to this place just by going to Murong's house for a while.
strode towards Ye Zhimad, stretched out his hand and hooked her little face: "Good girl, what's wrong?" ”
Ye Zhifang raised his hand and slapped away the big palm holding her chin: "Stay away from me, it's annoying." ”
"Come, lean on your shoulder." He sat down and pressed her head over his shoulder.
She beat his arm with both hands like a cat's claw: "Don't talk, wait quietly and don't move." ”
His face sank, and he vigorously fished over her little body and said: "I know what you are bothering about, but you don't need to be annoyed, I will help you worry about it, believe me, give me two days, no, one day, I will give you an answer tomorrow night." ”
She winked at him, her eyes shining brighter than the stars, and her two small hands slowly clasped his lean waist.
"How much time do you have left with me?" Suddenly asking such a question made his body tense suddenly.
This is exactly what he is worried about, why can't he open which pot to mention, besides, what's wrong with this girl's brain lately, I always feel that she is very sentimental.
Where is the little woman who used to be cold and live freely.
He slapped her little face and said, "Forever." ”
"Less." She twisted her body and shook off the two big palms on her face: "Tell me honestly, what are you looking for in the ghost sword, and ...... What are you looking for in a thousand-year-old demon? ”
Don't think she didn't pay attention to anything, the longing look he had when he stared at Ghost Sword, and the pity when he stared at the thousand-year-old demon, the look he would only show when he lost something.
Lie to her and play with her less.
He lowered his head and swallowed, as if the words were stuck in his throat like a thorn.
He didn't really want her to worry at all.
There's not much time left.
The immortals of the fairy realm will soon notice that something is wrong.
"Honestly, I can take it." She clenched his cold hand.