"You know that, don't you?" An Xia's voice sounded in the room, and only C's figure was in her smiling eyes, and she also moved, directly to C's side, blocking the way to open the door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I know, I should have known a long time ago, she's Wenquxing, isn't she?" The outstretched hand stiffened there because of Anxia's movements, and the smile on it was helpless and sad.

Guessed it a long time ago, didn't you? And after guessing that he was still here, he actually wanted to know what Mo Xiaozao would be like after that.

"You actually knew it for a long time, you just don't want to admit it, and you also know that the reason why your family is broken into that way is entirely because of the existence of the pen." Anxia said naturally, and it no longer blocked C's way away.

In the final analysis, they are all because Wenqu Xing has a crucial fate, good or bad, each of them has fulfilled their own destiny, and they also know their relationship with Mo Xiaozao, and they have been entangled together as early as when she was still Wen Quxing.

C naturally knew that he had been entangled with Mo Xiaozao for a long time, and his hand was clenched at this time, hanging down beside him, "I know, but I can't help myself in many things." ”

When she woke up, she heard C's words, and watched C leave the room with half-open eyes, her body was extremely uncomfortable without strength, and she tried her best to look at the date.

Luckily, it was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, lay down softly in the quilt, and closed her eyes, "Anxia, after writing that word just now, my aura originally had a lot of energy, why did it last for so long?" ”

"Didn't you notice that your aura didn't consume anything when you wrote, and it began to be greatly consumed when you showed the effect of the words later."

"I found out, it's just that since the word has been completed, why does it consume divine energy for the second time, and it can even be regarded as hollowing out divine energy." She opened her eyes, and there was a peculiar light in them.

The color of the roof of the shed is the glazed white that Mo Xi's daughter likes, and in the glazed white, in the chic grooves, the white chandelier is very beautiful, reflecting her appearance and Anxia's action of sitting down.

It can even be seen that there is a small crack in the door of the room, which should be that C did not close the door when he went out, and the window on the contrary can be regarded as airtight.

I don't know when the window that Leng Suran opened before was closed, so he naturally closed his eyes and began to mobilize all the remaining spiritual energy in his body.

The divine qi was scavenged from each meridian and gathered together, a small lump, gathered in her hands, which formed a stark contrast with the rich ghost qi on the side, and also caused many positions that were originally divine qi to be occupied by ghost qi.

"I just looked at the rest of the spirit, and there is not much." She opened her eyes, her mind guessing what connection she had to the words she had written, otherwise she wouldn't have been hollowed out like this.

And she also wrote about it once a long time ago, and that time there was no such situation of being hollowed out of her divine energy, how could she be hollowed out of her divine energy this time, and she was also hurt by the backlash.

"You can use the god to test it, I have an idea, but I'm not too sure, or you can also use your qi to drive the rest of the test, I can be more sure of my idea like this."

"Then I'll have to wait until I have the strength." She was like a puddle of soft flesh now, and there was no way to move herself, let alone hold a pen and write with as much force as she could.

I fell asleep thinking about it, and when I woke up, it was close to night, and the dim yellow street lamps were lit up, and there was no luster in the sunset, as long as it was at night, it was an indispensable brightness for pedestrians on the road.

Her strength also recovered in her sleep, and she got out of bed and tried it carefully with her magic pen and pen, and it seemed that she did not quickly lose her spirit under her actions, and she could even feel that the words she wrote were more spiritual.

I stretched out my hand and looked at the bland ballpoint pen in my hand, or the first pen I received when Quirrell signed the contract, and I don't know if it has the meaning of a wonderful pen, or if it is telling the author that the magic pen has a different meaning for them.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaozao's eyes lit up, and I wondered if An Xia also thought that when she wrote down at that time, she used a pen condensed by her qi, which was naturally a part of her in essence.

The words written, even if they are separated from her side in such a situation, will continue to ask for divine energy because of the pen in her hand.

Mo Xiaozao called An Xia many times in a row, but he didn't see An Xia, so he had no choice but to leave the room and enter the living room, surprisingly he didn't see Bai Luohuan playing games with Xiao Xiao.

Subconsciously walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator to find some food, and heard a faint sound coming from the small room in the corner, as if someone was talking, but I couldn't hear what was being said.

She wondered if she walked to the door of the small room, but she really didn't notice that there was such a small room here, the gray door and the white wall were incompatible, and there was a feeling that if you opened it, you would enter another world.

smiled and blamed herself for writing too many stories, it was such a small door, which also made her think about it.

Shaking his head helplessly, he took out a box of An Muxi from the refrigerator, vaguely heard her name mentioned after the gray door, stopped and pushed the gray door open, and also saw the appearance in the gray door, not another world.

It's a pure white room, and the only four chairs are also white, and in addition to being clean, it also makes people feel weird and terrible here, what's going on, like a place here out of thin air.

"Algae, are you awake?" One of the chairs turned around, and nesting in the chair was Mo Xi'e, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and in her hand was a small fox like her fleshy fox, with white fur shiny.

"Well, wake up, but what are you doing here?" She smiled when she saw Mo Xi'an, and her tense body that was ready to attack also relaxed, and she sat down on a chair next to her.

I also sat down to see that An Xia was sitting in a nearby chair, and her long black hair wrapped her layer by layer, revealing only her arms with mysterious patterns, as if she was not wearing anything.

As soon as she brushed it, her face turned red, and her imagination fluttered involuntarily.

"Mo Xi's sister just solved the incident, and she came back with a message, it is said that this time your group of people will leave early, and the incident is scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and it is estimated that a notice will be given to you in two hours." Anxia's red lips opened, and the black hair that had been nesting around her became shorter.

It wasn't until Anxia's shoulders that there was no longer any change. Naturally, Anxia's dress was also revealed, a white dress that only showed her arms, which matched strangely here.

Her observations, though detailed, were only instantaneous.

"Don't you know why you were notified in advance? Don't worry about others not being prepared at all? She pursed her lips to put forward her thoughts, and more importantly, she had not yet studied how to use the word spirit.

It's just that in the attempt when she woke up just now, she guessed that the rapid loss of divine qi was because she used her own qi to become a magic pen, and she didn't have time to familiarize herself with it, so she didn't try the power.

"Didn't I tell you a long time in advance? A few hours is enough time for you to prepare yourself to leave what you have brought with you. Anxia stood up, her long white dress with a fairy aura.

If Mo Xiaozao hadn't known that An Xia was a ghost, he would really believe that An Xia was a fairy sister.