The figure is as clear as the sound of the sixth flute, as clear as the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

After following for a short time, the person was extremely fast, she tossed and turned, and there were many people in front of her, and she lost the trace of the other party.

There has never been anyone she has ever lost with.

It's normal to lose him. Because...... The other party must not be human.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

She began to wander around again casually, perhaps because the location was a little out of the way, and there were not as many people in the street as before, but it was still lively.

On the left and right sides of the road, there are many shops selling lanterns and flowers, and several lanterns are hung in front of each store, forming two long lantern dragons that seem to be out of sight, dazzling and beautiful.

She looked at the lanterns in front of her, lingering on the large pile of lanterns laid out by a vendor, and casually looked back.

In the dark place where the two streets intersected, the figure stood calmly, clear and dusty.

He was wearing a crescent white shirt, with well-defined facial features and picturesque eyebrows, like a person walking out of a painting, unstained with dust.

Among the thousands of pedestrians, he was independent and discouraged.

It seems that there is no one in the world who can compare with him.

Thinking that I couldn't find him before, I suddenly looked back, but he was in the dim light!

He also stared at her fixedly, looking at her beautiful figure by the colorful lantern, like a fairy out of the dust, like an immortal.

His face, he had seen it too many times, was still so stunningly beautiful, and it would be unforgettable at a glance.

He didn't walk away, his clear pupils and her cold gaze met in the air, without any sparks or embarrassment.

It's like staring at a ...... A long-lost friend.

She walked over, and he ...... Floated over.

It's really floating.

That's not light work, but walking without touching the ground, and there is no shadow on the ground. His whole being is a transparent ghost.

Floating a few steps in front of her and stopped, he opened his lips quietly, "You're ...... Looking for me? ”

The voice is clear and melodious, with a slight magnetism, and the ultimate is pleasant.

"What do you say?" She asked rhetorically.

He smiled lightly, and there seemed to be a faint brilliance between his eyebrows.

"Why do you want to help me?" She doesn't talk much nonsense either.

He pondered, "You mean Merlin Xiaozhuli, the sixth sonic wave gong?" ”

"Sure enough, it's you."

He bowed his head lightly, "It's you, I'll naturally help." ”

When she raised her eyebrows, she would not be naïve enough to think that her appearance was so beautiful that even ghosts would be fascinated by her.

At this time, some people began to stare at Feng Jingyun and point, and everyone cast a strange light on her face, "Tut-tut...... Such a beautiful woman turned out to be a madman! ”

"yes," someone nodded, "and she spoke into the air. Talking to yourself......"

"She's definitely got something wrong with her brain......"

"It doesn't matter if you're sick, whoever makes her so beautiful is someone who is willing to marry someone who has a problem. Look at what she wears, the fabric is the finest silk texture, and if you are not rich, you are expensive......"

"What if you are born rich, aren't you just a fool?" A lot of people scoffed.

Feng Jingyun was too lazy to listen to people's discussions, and was about to leave.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, and his clear eyes glanced around, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Caught by the wrist, she felt the chill of being held.

Although Jun Lonely's body is cold, it has flesh and blood, and it is the feeling of being an entity.