The afternoon sun is warm and bright, flowing like gold, bringing a harmonious tranquility and comfort. Feng Qiao turned over lazily www.biquge.info snorted in her dream, her eyelids were still heavy, and she just wanted to continue sleeping quietly.

"Ruoyuan ......," she murmured in a daze, "you say you know my father, and he helped you, then tell me, who am I?" ”

The world is still chaotic and misty, like an intoxicating dream, in the dream, someone reached out and touched her forehead, as if she was laughing softly, ethereal and faint: "Feng Qiao, it's time to wake up."

She snorted and dodged, dodging in all directions. The gentle and ethereal voice in the dream sighed helplessly and amusefully, and disappeared with the sound of departing footsteps.

Feng Qiao snorted with satisfaction, only then did he stop his moving body, his consciousness slowly immersed himself in the sea of knowledge, and he muttered: "Ruoyuan, why don't you ignore me?"

However, the cold voice never sounded, and in the monstrous sea of fire that knew the sea, there was no trace of such a touching silver and blue light cluster.

If far?

Ruo Yuan!

Feng Qiao's sleepiness disappeared suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and jumped up from the bed with one turned over. She didn't even have time to look at her surroundings, the pain in her heart brought her great horror, she hurriedly reached out to the bracer space to find the rusty sword Nine Punishments, it seemed that only the solid feeling in her hand could ensure that Ruoyuan once existed was not an illusory dream!

The rusty sword was held tightly in her hand, and it had not yet been broken, but on the sword's body, the black-brown rust spread, flowing and corroding the entire sword!

"No ——!"

Ruoyuan is dead.

In order to break the seal in her body, he chose to blow up the remnant soul by himself, and his soul flew away.

The tide of memories of the past rushed up and drowned her, and Feng Qiao bent down and hugged the rusty sword tightly, panicking.

A tear dripped onto the sword, sliding down the traces of sword rust, Feng Qiao hurriedly grabbed the soft fabric on the bed and wiped it carefully. She was afraid of leaving any more scars on the sword, but the tears were wiped away, but the rust of the sword was not rubbed off in the slightest.

“…… Hey? ”

Feng Qiao's chaotic brain finally regained a little clarity, she frowned and carefully stroked the blade of the sword, but her body was still so sluggish and stiff, and her fingers were accidentally cut by the wind blade that was still sharp and abnormally sharp after being corroded, and a few drops of blood fell on the rusty sword.

The rusty sword trembled suddenly, the trembling amplitude was extremely subtle, if it weren't for Feng Qiao's spiritual sense that had been paying full attention to it, it wouldn't have been discovered at all, and on the sword's body, those few drops of blood were all absorbed by the rusty sword!

- I am a remnant soul deposited on the sword, stained with your blood, awakened by the aura in your blood.

- Rust? I've never seen that. I guess its owner isn't dead yet, right? Generally speaking, the natal weapon that loses its owner will be broken and destroyed.

- In this gloomy aura, there is indeed the breath of my lord's soul.

Feng Qiao's pupils dilated!

Maybe Ruoyuan is not completely dead!

All he blew up was that remnant soul, and he still had the main soul alive! His natal soldier has not yet been broken, as long as she does not use her true blood to nourish, maybe one day, this rusted sword can still restore her aura, guiding her to find Ruoyuan!

Feng Qiao immediately made up her mind, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears in her eyes, and her eyes were resolute.

Even if taking true blood would affect her cultivation, it was nothing compared to Ruoyuan. His many helps, such kindness, life can be repaid without hesitation, what is there she can't give up.

Thank you, never have to spare your life.

Feng Qiao made up his mind, and only then did he have time to look at everything around him.

As soon as she raised her eyes, what she saw was layers of gorgeous silk tent curtains, hanging on the delicate and ornate hollow wooden fences around her, embroidered with gold and silver threads, inlaid with pearls and jade, and shining brightly.

Feng Qiao was suddenly stunned by this luxury, and she slowly stretched out her hand and opened the curtain.

It was a quaintly decorated room, and all the furniture was a dark red and purple wood, which Feng Qiao didn't recognize, but from the lifelike and delicate carvings on it, especially the condensed light aura, it was enough to show its preciousness.

She sat on a huge carved mahogany bed, surrounded by an ornate silk tent curtain, like a small carved house.

It is said that this form of bed came from the far south, and after it spread to the north, it was loved by many noble and powerful people.

The north is cold, and ordinary people sleep more often on the clay kang stone bed that can be warmed by fire in the middle, this kind of furniture decoration designed for enjoying the spaciousness, only some idle and noble strong people will like it.

After all, they don't have to worry about how they can survive.

But the strange thing is, how did I end up here?

Feng Qiao was puzzled, and suddenly caught the subtle sound of the door being pushed open, and the sound of footsteps walking on the ground was also heard.

This strange footstep made Feng Qiao instantly vigilant, although she didn't have any self-defense weapons in her hand, but a wisp of phoenix true flame instantly ignited at her fingertips, and the golden red flames danced, exuding a suffocating extreme heat.

But that's already her best weapon!

Her body tensed, ready to burst out at any moment. The sound of footsteps was unfamiliar to her, unlike anyone she knew.

The man, near!

Feng Qiao Huo Ran jumped up!

The moment she jumped, the phoenix's true flame swelled, and the clusters surrounded her body, the golden red burned, and she threw herself forward—

Then he threw himself into the gentle embrace of a man.

"Huh? Why do you want to do it to me as soon as we meet," the man said with a smile, gentle and dignified, "complaining that I came back late and made you suffer?" ”

"Flowing Wind! Feng Qiao looked up in surprise and saw a pair of smiling eyes, with a bright moon and bright stars in her eyes. She smiled and bent a pair of phoenix eyes, "It's really you!" I thought it was a dream I had and you're really back! ”

"yes, I'm back." Liufeng hugged Feng Qiao tightly, reached out and gently stroked her head, "You have suffered, but in the future, there will be me." ”

Feng Qiao felt that something seemed to be wrong, she took a step back, looked up and down, her eyes fell on his face, still so handsome and unparalleled, but her eyes widened in surprise, "No, you-"

The corners of Liufeng's lips smiled, and he stretched out his arm to follow her gaze, allowing her to look at it carefully, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"Your appearance has changed, how old are you!"

"Old, old?" Liufeng's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help laughing, "How can you say I'm old?" ”

Feng Qiao realized that he had chosen the wrong adjective, and stuck out his tongue, "You seem to be a few years older!" ”

Liufeng's face has indeed changed, he is no longer sixteen years old Shaoguang just the appearance of a teenager, but a face like a nineteen or twenty years old, between a teenager and a young man. His figure has been drawn and raised a lot, with a narrow waist and long legs, tall and handsome, and his elegance is peerless.

His size is different, and the weight of his natural steps has also changed, no wonder she didn't hear it! Because of this, Feng Qiao is now holding the top of his head against his shoulder socket, which can easily be enveloped by his solid and broad chest, and he brushes her head with an easy movement.

Liufeng smiled heartily, and his laughter was full of energy, which was the spirit of the young man's ambition, he said: "Yes, I have broken through the clear void realm, my identity is different, and it is always inconvenient to maintain the original appearance, but fortunately, the change has changed my appearance a little, and the difference between my real age is not too big."

"You've already broken through the Clear Void Realm? Congratulations! Feng Qiao's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, but he still said curiously: "I know that the appearance of cultivators is always very different from their real age, and you have broken through the Clear Void Realm, so how old are you now?" ”

Feng Qiao knew that there was a huge difference between the Heavenly Realm and the Earth Realm, but she still didn't know the specific difference between the two, and she didn't know what the first-class wind represented in this Cold Cloud City when she broke through the Clear Void Realm at the age of the first-class wind. It's just that I have honor in my heart, and I'm only happy for the advanced breakthrough of the flowing wind.

However, Liufeng just chuckled and said, "I'm bigger than you, why think so much." His smile was full of spring breeze, like a drunken year.

"In short, I will always be with you, what does it matter how old you are." (To be continued.) )

PS: Flowing Wind: I am the youngest and most promising genius in Cold Cloud City!

Feng Qiao: But you should be much older than me, hahahaha

Flowing Wind: ......

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I don't know if you like this kind of small theater or not, if you like it, I'll add o(≧v≦)o~

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