Chapter 8: Vanishing Writing

It was already past the season of flowers, and there were only dense leaves on the magnolia tree, and the light dust stood under the tree and looked at it with emotion.

These two trees were planted for them by Sun's father on her and Sun Yun's tenth birthday, and in a blink of an eye, the small saplings have grown into big trees.

The bodies of the two trees have the names they engraved naughtily when they were children, Yun and Ran.

In this world, she is already a dead person, and seven months should be enough to heal the pain, thinking about being forgotten, her heart suddenly becomes uncomfortable.

For her, these seven months have already gone through a cycle, and she can't let go, so she will come back.

A dream of Lechuan, ten years in the world, if Xingzhi sends her back ten years later, I don't know what the situation will be, presumably she has long been forgotten by everyone.

Picked up the gravel on the ground, carved a cross next to the word Ran on the trunk, and was stunned after carving, did you subconsciously think that she no longer existed?

Shaking his head, he stretched out his fingers to touch the nicks, and his palm emitted a faint blue light. The fork disappeared, and even the word Ran with the traces of time disappeared.

Qingchen frowned, and wanted to perform another reduction technique to restore the original Ran character, but after trying several times, it had no effect.

Looking at the notch that had become smooth, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and suddenly a soft voice sounded, and Qingchen turned his head.

"What are you doing?" Sun Yun frowned, his face was a little unhappy, and he looked at the person standing under the tree with displeasure in his eyes.

Qingchen looked at her in a daze, as if she felt like a world away, her eyes were sour, and she said in a trembling voice, "Sun Xiaomian......"

Sun Yun was stunned, looked at the girl in front of her, and asked hesitantly, "How do you know my nickname?" Who are you? ”

The name Sun Xiaomian was taken by Lin Ran, and Lin Ran said that her voice was as soft as a sponge, and even water could be sucked in.

Lin Ran also laughed at her, although she looked ordinary, her voice was indeed a typical vixen.

She is the only one in this world who calls herself like this, why does this girl in front of her know?

Qingchen was looked at by her suspicious eyes, and only then did she reluctantly come back to her senses, yes, her current identity is Qingchen, how could she know Sun Yun's nickname.

He rolled his eyes and said, "I just moved in, and I live on the roof......"

"You live with Chu Huai?" Sun Yun interrupted her words, and her tone was quite intriguing.

Chu Huai, it turned out that Sun Xiaomian knew the strange person upstairs, so it was just right, so she pushed the matter of knowing the name to Chu Huai.

So, Qingchen followed her words and said, "Yes, he's my cousin!" My name is Chu Qingchen! ”

Sun Yun snorted coldly, and his eyes became indifferent, "Tell your cousin, if he follows me again, I will really call the police!" ”

The pervert upstairs, since she lived in this neighborhood, has always followed her sneakily. This Chu Qingchen is his cousin, no wonder he knows his nickname, and looking at her charming face, she is definitely not a good person.

Alas? Does that guy upstairs always follow Sun Xiaomian? Why? Qingchen was a little puzzled.

However, looking at Sun Xiaomian's angry face, the guy upstairs must have gone too far. Otherwise, with Sun Xiaomian's good character, how could he behave so displeased.

"Don't worry, I'll tell him!" Qingchen said with a package ticket, facing her skeptical eyes, and then asked her stubbornly, "Are you going to school now?" ”

Sun Yun pouted, "Do you want your cousin to continue stalking me?" I won't tell you! With that, she walked under the magnolia tree.

Qingchen watched her walk under the tree and stare at the tree for a long time without speaking, and walked to her strangely, only to find that she stared at the smooth trunk with red eyes.

Holding back the flood of emotions, Qingchen tried to dismantle her, so she changed the subject, "Sun Xiaomian, what is your relationship with my cousin?" ”

Sun Yun sniffed, didn't listen to her words at all, and muttered in her mouth, "How could it be gone, I saw it a few days ago, I saw ......"

Qingchen sighed deeply in his heart, fool, if it's gone, it's gone, it's just a name. She finally couldn't hold back, reached out and patted Sun Yun's shoulder, "Don't be too sad!" ”

Sun Yun quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes, looked at her in a nasal voice and said, "Sad? Don't be presumptuous, what do you know? ”

I understand, I really understand, Sun Xiaomian, because I am your Ranran......

But Qingchen couldn't speak, so he could only look at the back of her leaving.

In the blink of an eye, tears immediately slipped from his eyes. She reached out to catch her tears, the blue liquid hidden in her palm, Xingzhi had said that if her tears fell on the mortal world, they would be coveted by other elves and monsters.

She can't cry, and if she does, how can she continue her plan for resurrection, how can she return to her parents and friends.

Parents?

I don't know what happened to my parents?

Qingchen was eager to know about her parents, and she couldn't wait for a moment to go home to see.

Take it from Chu Huai... Well, I borrowed some money, got in a taxi, and rushed home.

Although she can fly, if she flies home, I'm afraid she won't wait until the next day, and she will be captured as an alien.

The world is too developed, and a small move can't escape those cameras, let alone some satellite positioning and the like. If she is seen flying, I am afraid that it will cause a sensation in the whole world, in other words, the whole world will not let her go.

So, why did this guy have to teach her the magic of flying? In the mortal world, it is useless to be able to fly. When she was learning the flying spell, she was scared half to death, but in the end, she couldn't use the things she had worked so hard to learn, and she was a little angry when she thought about it.

The garden-style bungalows feature white walls, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and a European-style design on the upper and lower floors.

The windowsill stretched out, and her favorite thing in life was to eat the muffins made by her mother, and lie on the chair listening to music in the sun. Planted in the fence is my father's favorite crape myrtle.

When the flowers bloom, he will fiddle with the camera to take pictures, and she and his mother are his favorite and only models.

Today's sun is shining, and August is also the most beautiful time for flowers to bloom, but this originally beautiful and warm small bungalow has become a commercial house for sale.

There are no crape myrtle flowers in the garden, no music, no smell of muffins, no loving couple and their beloved daughter.

This is no longer her home.

She looked at the lonely house in front of her in horror, where did her parents go? Why was it sold? How are they doing now?

Although Qingchen was very anxious, she was at a loss, she reached out and stroked the jade whistle on her upper neck, put it to her mouth and blew it gently, she had to know where her parents were.

She blew hard for a long time, and since the whistle was silent, she didn't know whether she had been notified or notified, so she could only keep blowing.

"Have you blown enough?"

The man dressed in black, a black suit, and black sunglasses suddenly appeared beside her with his ears covered.

Qingchen was startled, almost fell, and hooked her waist, this ambiguous posture made Qingchen a little distracted, and gently spit out two words, "Great Immortal ......"

Xing Zhi looked at her quietly and said jokingly, "Blowing the whistle so desperately, should you want to deafen me?" ”

Qingchen was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses.

She stood up and pushed him away, and asked excitedly, "Where are my parents?" ”

Xingzhi tore away the hand she was holding and said coldly, "Where they should be." A Sun Yun made you cry, if you saw them, you don't know what you would do. I am now involved in your fate, and I can't allow you to make any mistakes for the sake of Lethe. ”

"You hid them?" Qingchen looked at him angrily, "You bastard, where the hell did you get them?" I'm telling you, if you don't let me see my parents, I won't do anything. ”

"You are free to choose whether to do it or not, it's a big deal that I don't want the Nether Flower, but you will say goodbye to your parents forever. Let me remind you that you are now a half-demon body, and even if you give up the opportunity to be reincarnated, you will not be able to turn back, and the only way that awaits you is to be wiped out. He told her cruelly. The big deal in the Lechuan world is that it is the same as now, but if she gives up, he will definitely not show mercy.

The Nether Flower, whether she lives or dies, he is bound to get it.

Qingchen softened her body, her breathing was short, and she had no other choice but to compromise. When her breathing was steady, she looked at him weakly and asked, "When I finish the task, you will let me see my parents!" ”

"Of course!"

"And what's my first mission?" Now she just wants to finish the task quickly and see her parents as soon as possible.

"Infernal Snow!"

Xingzhi spread out his palm, and a picture appeared, a snow-white and cold world.

At the end of the world, under the snow-capped mountains, a woman in a red wedding dress was sealed in an ice-carved coffin.

The cold air emanated from the woman's body, and the whole world was silent and empty, only a touch of bright red, and the red wedding dress was like weeping and crying, like blood.

Close the palm, the sun is dazzling, and the illusion just now still makes Qingchen feel cold in the hot August.

She looked at Xingzhi, her expression was indifferent, and her tone became detached, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Xingzhi took her right hand and drew a picture on the palm of her hand, then pressed his palm against hers.

After letting go, a whitish mark was imprinted on her palm, showing a seven-horned star, and she asked puzzledly, "What is this?" ”

"Soul Seal! It will be sucked into the palm of your hand at the soul you want to collect, but only if the soul being collected must be willing! ”

Qingchen glanced at him, "Heh, in this world, is there anyone who is willing to be sucked away from his soul?" ”