"Miss Wu Yue, I want to talk to you alone." Putting his bony right hand into his pocket, Cheng Xuanwu turned around, his gaze crossed the crowd, and slowly fell on Wu Yue.

Wu Yue stood there and didn't speak. There was a flash of dazedness in his quiet eyes.

"Bai Tang, let's go out first."

Yan Chiyu took a deep look at the girl's back, and walked out with interest. Bai Tang's hands were clasped, his finger bones were protruding, and his fingers were also pale. It seemed that a ball of yarn was stretching and spreading in her brain, disturbing her mind. looked at Wu Pingxi's calm sleeping face, and the long eyelashes that drooped down hid the indifference in his eyes. Looking at Wu Yue with a straight back, at that moment, she couldn't help but blame herself and was sluggish.

After the two left, Cheng Xuanwu took the lead in speaking out, with an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Wuyue, you don't have to be so nervous, you don't have to be nervous, return to the same posture as Fang Cai, be more relaxed." ”

"I'm not nervous, I'm just, thinking."

Wu Yue's straight back slowly loosened, and she seemed to have an answer.

"No matter how hurtful his words were just now, in my heart, he is still my brother."

The girl glanced at the person above the hospital bed, and asked in a natural and relaxed tone, "So Cheng...... Can my uncle explain to me why my brother is shedding? ”

Cheng Xuanwu's calm expression changed instantly, and he was stunned. He thought that this girl would be in a bad mood for a while, but he didn't expect the adjustment speed to be so fast. can also talk to himself lightly about why Xiaoxi lost his hair.

Cheng Xuanwu was about to speak, when he saw the girl opposite open her voice, and said to herself: "This body is indeed small, but it can clearly be seen as a white tiger." The white tiger is one of the four spirits of the heavens, and it is also the god of the West who represents the Seven Houses of the West, and it is a very powerful existence. In other words, if I hadn't saved my brother with my life force back then, he might have been resurrected......"

[How do I feel]

[I heard the pity in the tone of the witch god]

[She used 'vitality' in regret, she actually regretted it?! 】

[The witch god is a person, that's your brother]

"You see that?"

Cheng Xuanwu was really surprised, Xiaoxi's White Tiger Spirit was extremely weak and unstable. No matter how powerful a person is, he can't see his true body, and how can he be like his own spiritual power is full and thick, so he can be seen through by these two young people at that time.

He had just observed Yan Chiyu's expression, and the young man's expression was calm along the way, and there was no slight change, so he should not have noticed it. This was not to be expected.

"I have special eyes." Wu Yue explained simply.

She turned her star-like gaze lightly, and the glass-colored luster shallow fell on Cheng Xuanwu's empty cuffs: "So, Uncle Cheng's arm is the price to pay for retrieving his brother's scattered soul?" ”

"As I said, I've never been a good person." Cheng Xuanwu looked out the window and seemed to remember something. Leng Wei's side face gave birth to a bit of impersonal mockery, "I picked up Xiaoxi who was abducted by human traffickers, not out of kindness to adopt him, but because he was useful to me." When the god of books fell into the black hole, the divine beast White Tiger was sent away by the torrent of the black hole in order to catch the god of books...... I didn't know where they went, so I simply threw my arm at the white tiger, never thinking that tens of thousands of years later, I would meet him in this world who had become a baby, and restored his arm. ”

"Strange, right? Fantasy, right? I don't think it's easy to explain, but that's the way it is. ”

Cheng Xuanwu spread his hands, "It's you, it makes me feel strange." Who the hell are you...... Or is it something? ”

Wu Yue: "I'm not a thing. Personally? ”

What does this cautious tone, this uncertain tone mean?

Cheng Xuanwu glanced at her, with great contempt.

"Aang, let's get down to business." The girl smiled lightly, "I know who the person with golden eyes is, and his identity is also quite noble, worthy of the identity of your family god of calligraphy." ”