Jun Jinxing glanced at Liu Yiyi, an old Taoist priest, and then raised his eyes to look at Jun Qiyan.

"Qi Yan, what are you going to do with these two people?"

At this moment, a little servant hurried down from the upper floor.

"Jun Shao, the little lady is gone."

When everyone heard this, they stood up one by one in shock.

"What do you say? What does it mean that the leaner is gone? Bai Lingluo asked in a loud voice, his tone full of anxiety.

The little maid said, "I just went to Miss Xiao's bedroom to check on Miss Xiao's situation and found that Miss Xiao was gone. ”

Jun Qiyan didn't dare to linger, and walked quickly upstairs.

The rest of the people also followed upstairs.

In the bedroom, there was no Leng Quan's figure, and the quilt was lifted.

Jun Qiyan's eyes stared at the big bed, his face tense, and the chill around him began to spread.

"Tilt Er is upstairs, we didn't see Tilt Er downstairs, why is the good one gone?" Bai Lingluo's face was worried.

"Now what we have to do is send someone to find Tilt." Jun Nanqing proposed.

"Yes, yes, send someone to find Dump." Bai Lingluo nodded in agreement, with an anxious expression.

Thinking that Leng Quan was injured all over his body, Bai Lingluo's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he was worried.

"Qian'er is so seriously injured, if Tian'er has another bad one, what can I do!"

"No, no, there won't be anything wrong with the child," Jun Jinxing comforted his wife.

"Blame me, blame me." Old Madam Jun was full of remorse.

I knew that I didn't have the confidence to speak, so I didn't say the rest of the words.

Jun Qiyan pressed the maid bell in the room.

The bell rang again and again at a rapid pace in the king's house, and all the servants of the king's house arrived, waiting for the man to speak.

"Dispatch everyone to find the little lady."

The man's eyes were cold and cold, and his low and hoarse voice was like a voice in hell, and he slowly spoke.

"Yes."

The servants were terrified when they saw Jun Qiyan's terrifying appearance, and they responded with their heads bowed and left as quickly as possible.

Jun Qiyan was not idle, leaving the girl's bedroom and going to other rooms to find Leng Quanting.

The room on the second floor was quickly rummaged through by Jun Qiyan, and there was no trace left by the girl.

Jun Qiyan stayed in the last room for a moment, and walked towards the window.

The man lifted the curtains, his eyes fell on a swing in the back garden, and he saw the girl's figure, which was as deep as ink.

Jun Qiyan turned and hurried out of the room.

Jun Nanqing saw Jun Qiyan hurriedly passing by his side, and asked, "Brother, where are you going?" ”

He was met with silence.

Jun Qiyan came to the swing in the back garden and saw the girl swinging quietly, her deep eyes shining with sparkling waves.

"Dumping ......"

The man's voice is low and warm, as melodious as a cello.

Leng Quan heard someone shouting at her, raised his eyes, and looked at the source of the sound.

"Flames." Leng Quantian saw Jun Qiyan, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and with a little joy, he shouted sweetly.

The corners of Jun Qiyan's mouth hooked slightly, and he took a long stride to the girl's side, and asked gently, "Qian'er, why did you come out?" ”

Leng Quantian: "I'm too stuffy in the room, so I come out to breathe." ”

Jun Qiyan: "Where did you come from?" ”

Leng Quanting: "Jump off the balcony." ”

When she went downstairs, she saw a group of people sitting together at the top of the stairs.

Seeing that grandma and Hao Mengling were also there, they didn't go down, jumping off the balcony with a rope.

Jun Qiyan: "......"