Sensing that she could move, Bao Bei was bold enough to walk around the white passageway, she didn't know what drove her to keep going, maybe it was the long-term dream that gave her a curiosity to find out, or maybe it was a hot brain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Baobei couldn't tell if everything in front of her was a dream or something.

Ouch, it hurts.

She couldn't help pinching her face hard, almost falling into tears, it hurt, it really hurt, the pain woke her up, this time it wasn't a dream, she wasn't in a dream.

It's all because of the small glutinous rice dumplings! Zhang Baobei suddenly had an idea, but she couldn't figure out who the little glutinous rice dumplings were? Who will tell her why the scene in her dream is found in the round ball that fell from the bookshelf of the "Dark Lord"? No one answered her, and she was in a state of confusion.

"Hey." The voice was clearer than ever, "Who are you?" Zhang Baobei shouted, looking around with a pair of eyes, "Who are you?" Only her own voice echoed in the room, and Zhang Baobei quickly stepped forward to check.

The change abruptly appeared, and the constantly rotating white light suddenly stopped, like a running machine clicking, malfunctioning, and stopped, Zhang Baobei lost consciousness before he could stabilize his body.

"Bowbery." Someone was in her ear, calling her name, eager and gentle, Zhang Baobei felt that her head hurt a little, and couldn't help moving, and when she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but close it. Her hand touched her forehead while closing her eyes, and Zhang Baobei gasped.

Did she fall from the white channel, fall to her head?

"Zhang Baobei, don't move, you're injured." Spoiled with helplessness, such a tone made Zhang Baobei can't help but open her eyes again, blink a few times, and finally see the man sitting in front of her bed clearly from the blur.

The eyes are very bright, with single eyelids, deep eyes, eyebrows like swords, thin lips that are red without dots, exuding Zhang Baobei's indescribable charm, and the "Dark Lord" are two different types.

"You..." Zhang Baobei let out a monosyllable, her throat was a little dry, and she felt a little pain when she moved, "Silly boy, why are you looking at your father like this." The man's deep voice came into Zhang Baobei's ears, "Don't you know you when you wake up?" ”

The man said to himself, as if he was spoiled and ruthless.

Zhang Baobei couldn't tell the difference, I remember who said that the man with thin lips was cold, listening to the man's words, Zhang Baobei's head was stunned, staring straight at him.

She didn't know what her father was since she was a child, and she only had scenery in her childhood memories. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

The man gently lifted the quilt up for her, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, but when he looked closely, only darkness remained.

"Let's rest again." The man moved his lips slightly, Zhang Baobei followed the man's gesture and lay down, watching the man walk out of the room with a tall back, staring around the room, but his thoughts ran far away.

Slowly touching it with her hand, Zhang Baobei always felt that something was abnormal, and she couldn't say what was abnormal, in short, there was something wrong.

Slowly, Zhang Baobei closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

"Baobei~! Baobei~! Wake up. The little glutinous rice dumplings bouncing back and forth on the sofa were very anxious, and kept rubbing Zhang Baobei's face with her little hands, "What did this strange woman Xi Lanqin do?" ”

The wind, the blizzard, and the haze shrouded the sky that could not be dispersed, the extremely evil land, the extremely evil place, Zhang Baobei on the bed, and Zhang Baobei's body on the sofa trembled rapidly, "Little glutinous rice." Zhang Baobei roared, "I'm here, Baobei." You've finally woken up. ”

Zhang Baobei's body was still trembling, and she held the little glutinous rice dumplings tightly in front of her, her head was covered with sweat, looking at the furnishings in the house, she relaxed little by little.

Tears swirled in his eyes, pursed his lips, and he didn't say a word, and his heart palpitated.

Han Jiu, the name, made a spin in his chest.