Mu Feng rested very early in the evening.

Qinghui felt troubled at the thought of waking up early tomorrow morning to 'go to work'.

Isn't it just a group meeting?

Why do you have to open so early?

Qinghui couldn't understand what these ordinary people thought.

Finally, I came to the place where I usually slept watching the moon.

The humidity was even higher at night, and the sky was overcast, as if it was shrouded in something, and the moon could not be seen.

It seems like it's going to rain.

Qinghui felt the coolness in the wind, and the wind was mixed with small raindrops sweeping over.

In the end, he hugged his little quilt and planned to run to his house.

Just passing by Mu Feng's bedroom, a thunderclap suddenly fell from the sky.

Qinghui's movements paused suddenly, and he looked sideways slightly.

No sooner had she heard the sound of something breaking from the room next to her.

Qinghui's eyes blinked, sighed, and went directly to his little quilt.

***

At this moment, Mu Feng was in the dark bedroom.

He was awakened by thunder, and the candles in the house had been extinguished by the wind.

The thunder sounded again, and for a moment all the memories came flooding back, causing his body to freeze suddenly, and he got up all of a sudden, just in time to touch something next to him, which fell under the bed with a shattering sound.

It was also this voice that made Mu Feng slowly come back to his senses, his brows furrowed, his eyes lowered, and he exhaled slightly, trying to control his emotions.

He stood up with his hands propped up, his voice was hoarse, and he was about to call someone to come in and light the candle when he heard a creak.

All of a sudden, the wind inside the house was stronger.

The window was so heavy that it wouldn't have been blown open even on a windy day if no one had put it up.

Mu Feng's body froze suddenly, and his hand had already touched the place where the pill was placed next to the pillow.

After taking this pill, the effect of the medicine that originally blocked the internal force in his body would slowly dissipate.

But how could anyone have touched his room like that?

Thinking like this in my heart, I vaguely had some guesses.

When I looked up, I saw a small head poking in through the window.

Mu Feng was silent for a moment.

Watching Qinghui throw the quilt in first, then jump in through the window himself, and close the window again.

Mu Feng's hand had already taken the pill, and his voice was low and hoarse, with a dangerous emotion that he didn't have during the day.

"You, what are you doing here?"

Qinghui ignored him at first, picked up his little quilt again, then slapped the dust on it, and then hugged the quilt close to him, and threw the quilt onto his bed.

Because his eyes had long been accustomed to the darkness, Qinghui looked down and saw the jade pendant that he pushed down from the head of the bed and broke in half.

Apparently this was what she had just heard.

Qinghui raised his eyes, "Are you afraid of thunder?" ”

Still scared?

Now the breath is a little heavy.

Qinghui raised his hand and poked his face with his fingers.

Then the wrist was held all at once.

The little girl's voice sounded in the dark night, inexplicably slightly alleviating the indescribable sense of panic in Mu Feng's heart.

His voice was even lower, his fingers straining, "What the hell are you doing here?" ”

Qinghui pulled out his hand a little dissatisfied, "I'm here to protect you." ”

Hmph, let her catch it, right?

This time, the Bright Moon Divine Soul Fragment is actually afraid of thunder!

It's useless.

Qinghui raised his chin slightly arrogantly, then raised his hand and patted him on the head.