In front of a large door, she paused, because of the rain washing, the masonry on the ground in front of the door was clean and translucent, a big flat piece on the door, I couldn't see what was written from my angle, and then looked inside, two big iron rings on the closed door of the house, at this time slightly dripping with water droplets, the tall door panel also changed color due to the inclination of the spring rain, along its lines, is leaving a rain line. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Raising her hand, she gently smoothed the rain-stuck hair on her forehead behind her ears, and then patted the folded dress again, and a few drops of rain on her condensed eyelashes stopped on it, trembling slightly, and flowing down her face again, I think she must have lost her eyes at this time.

She stood outside the steps in front of the door, and it had been a long time, one foot was raised and lowered, and her heart seemed to be struggling, and after a long time, she finally took a step.

Is this her home? But her appearance seemed to be a little taboo about this home, so I lazily floated up and turned to the front of the mansion gate, wanting to see what the hell it was.

Zhan * Mansion, the word in the middle of the big flat was blocked, and it seemed to be a cyan clothing belt close to it, which was wet by the rain and stuck tightly to the flat.

I was stunned, people in this mortal world still like to get drenched in the rain, I just came down, first met a person who was drenched in the rain on the street, and now I met a person who sat on the roof and drenched in the rain.

Floating, because the flat piece was too big, I couldn't see who was sitting there, so I rubbed upward, and was curiously looking up, but met a pair of misty eyes,

It's a man, the facial features in the rain, the god is handsome, his head is wrapped in cloth, his hair can't be seen clearly, although it is a little weird, but it is not elegant, deep eyes are looking at me, very good-looking.

My instinctive reaction was to give him a smile, and then I came back to my senses and felt that I was so stupid, that I had obviously lost my body, and that mortals could not see me.

I shrugged my shoulders and floated over to him, sitting there, just in time to see what was going on inside, and I didn't know what he had been watching.

But as I moved, it seemed that his gaze was also moved by me.

I turned around in a daze and asked uncertainly, "Can you see me?" "My heart is not tight, if I am really seen by mortals floating up, I will be punished again.

The person in front of me smiled softly, like a rainbow in the rain, dazzling my eyes. "Is it Yuan Feng's god?"

I was stunned for a while, and I seemed to come back to my senses, it turned out that he was the same as me, and he was also an immortal, no wonder he could see me. Just as he was thinking about what kind of god he was and how he had come here, he spread out his slender fingers, and the palm of his hand was the note I had left for the god before I went out.

"Oh~ So you're the fairy?" As soon as the words came out, I felt that something was wrong, and I saw that his whole body was drenched, that is, why didn't the gods make a decision for themselves and avoid the rain? Could it be that he, like me, is also a newcomer to the mortal world, forgetting the immortal arts, thinking of me and kindly reminding him,

"You can make a decision to avoid the rain."

The person in front of me stared at me for a long time, and then smiled. "I haven't been down to earth, I forgot about it for a while."

Well, that's exactly what I thought.

"My name is Mingwei." When I was close to me, there was a smell of ink.

"When I was in heaven, I didn't hear your name." After thinking about it for a while, I asked him directly.

"I'm just a little fairy, and I've never heard of Yuan Feng's gods." Standing up, the blue clothes belt that hung down was also taken away from Da Bian by him, I quickly shook it over and took a look, Zhan Wang's Mansion! My heart shook.

"What's the name of the person who lives here?" It wouldn't be such a coincidence that you just arrived and met this love robber?

"War King, Rong Jing!" The bright eyes told me that my conjecture was right.

I just floated in the rain, staring at the flat. Thinking of the girl I met just now, the grief is in response to the word love robbery, she must be right,

Looking back at a cyan figure that was half-dried by immortal steam, "It seems that Ming Wei Xiaoxian has already found this place." “

"I live close, a few days early." After a pause, he said, "Yuan Feng has just arrived, and he still doesn't know a little about the habits of the mortal world, so it's better to go back to his residence today, talk to me, and wait for this rain to stop coming." ”

"It's good!" can't always float like this, since I found Ming Wei Xiaoxian, I don't have to worry about this for a while.

I was thinking about it, my body was surrounded by a cyan figure, and gently landed on the position where the girl was standing just now, I looked at the sleeve of my shirt that was pulled by him in a daze, compared to the pull of the monkey in the Five Elements Mountain, obviously this feeling is different, at least I didn't throw him out,

"You brought an umbrella?" Mingwei Xiaoxian seemed to ignore my expression.

In front of his bright eyes, I took out the oil-paper umbrella from my wide sleeve and handed it to him, with a puzzled look on my face, "Mingwei Xiaoxian ......"

"Yuan Feng, the gods, can call me Mingwei directly." The first time I was interrupted by someone else, I wasn't angry.

"Oh, is Mingwei going to walk back?" With patience, I went back to the question of Fang Cai.

Smack, the oil-paper umbrella opened, looked at my puzzled face, and pulled me again, this time pulling me under the umbrella he held up, "If you want to help that immortal god through the calamity, Yuan Feng Shangshen must first try to experience the folk customs of the world." ”

Along the way, the drizzle occasionally drifted in with the oil-paper umbrella, wetting a few strands of my hair, and as I got closer, the smell of ink became stronger. In the narrow alley, only the sound of our footsteps remained, and the slender fingers crossed my eyes, gripping the handle of the umbrella, and occasionally touching my shoulder with his arm and moving away without a trace.

I haven't figured out why I couldn't refuse him, an oil-paper umbrella supporting the two of them is indeed a bit crowded, obviously a very short road, why I have to walk with him in the drizzle, I thought about it for a long time, maybe there is only one reason that can be said, that is, the reason he gave me, I can't refuse.