(The next few chapters are all urban, and friends who don't like it can skip it directly..... ）

As if shuttling, Ling Yan returned to reality, but, in his opinion, it was more like entering another world, although he was not a stranger to this world.

The surroundings are still the same, and the trigger points arranged have not been touched, no one should come, and it has been more than ten days since the incident, I am afraid that those people have not yet discovered their identities.

Ling Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it was not that he was afraid of the people of the Nangong family, but it was better to have more than less.

After finding a set of clean clothes from the cupboard and changing them, Ling Yan specially ran to the mirror to take a look.

The face reflected by the clean glass made Ling Yan feel a little rusty.

Although, the nose is still the same nose, and the mouth is still the same mouth, but, in general, it seems that there is something more.

Ling Yan didn't dare to boast about how handsome he was, in the past, he would never pay attention to this aspect of things, at that time, his head was full of a belief in living well, but now, he did it.

After tidying up, Ling Yan walked out of the door directly.

Nested in eternal life for a long time, suddenly, back to reality, basking in the gentle sun, Ling Yan was a little unaccustomed.

Along the sidewalk, Ling Yan walked quietly, and only stopped slowly when he turned the corner.

On the right, there is a familiar road that can no longer be familiar, this road, he has walked for nearly ten years...

Ling Yan sighed softly, and he didn't know why he came here, probably. It's guilt, Ling Yan really feels that he is a failure, he always hypnotizes himself when he is hurt, he will do whatever it takes, even if it is to harm others and benefit himself, he will do it, but when it comes to some ideas, he has a problem.

"Is this the life of a cheap bone?"

An artificial lotus pond in the park next to it blew out a fresh fragrance, which slightly sorted out Ling Yan's thoughts.

..

Along the way, I didn't meet any acquaintances, in fact, in the past days, I lived with my tail between my legs and my head down, and Ling Yan didn't know a few people.

The curtain house is very large, and Ling Yan is also very familiar with it, and now in this side corner, it is a place where the security guards of the curtain house rarely patrol.

Who is Matcher? If it is a big man, he will enter directly from the main entrance, tell the curtain house in detail, and find it, but she is a charming little beauty, so this is equivalent to meeting the princess.

Ling Yan wanted to save trouble, so he should climb over the wall and enter, the reason why he didn't dare to use the evil cloud was that he was afraid that it would be exposed here in the curtain house, so as to attract the attention of the Nangong family, paper could not contain the fire, and the matter of the Nangong family might have spread a long time ago.

With a light tap of his toes, Ling Yan's body was like a green leaf carried by the wind, floating into the wall lightly, and before he could hit the ground, he suddenly accelerated, and the whole thing turned into a strong wind, rushing towards Mu Xue'er's residence.

Rushing..

The sudden strong wind blew the floor-to-ceiling curtains rattling.

It's almost 10 o'clock in the morning, and it's rare for Mu Xue'er to go offline to rest, which is also stipulated by her grandfather Mu He, on average, every three days, she must go offline once, and she can't always rely on eternal life.

"Huh?? How did the windows open? ”

Mu Xue'er, who was already sleeping in a daze, was woken up by the constantly rattling curtains, generally speaking, there would be no such thing, unless the wind was particularly strong.

Mu Xue'er leaned up slightly, and the silky soft down covering her body unconsciously slid down her fair and smooth skin.

Suddenly, the spring light in the house was shining, exquisitely uneven, and the body that was just right was exposed to the air.

The colors of summer pajamas are generally pink, shrimp red, light blue, light yellow and other colors, and winter pajamas are purple, gray, bright red, purple red, blue and other colors.

It's June, and the weather here is hot and hot, but it's not extreme.

Mu Xue'er was wearing a pink but clear and cool pajamas, ready to get up, with two white arms, gently lifting the quilt, but her big watery eyes were still looking at the floor-to-ceiling window suspiciously.

Clang.. Clang... Bell, bell, bell...

Suddenly, a crisp sound fell into Mu Xue'er's ears...

"Hmm.."

A light man's astonishment also sounded.

Ling Yan looked at the crystal ball at his feet a little depressed, he was not guarded, how could he touch it to the ground....

"Ah..... Hmm.."

Sure enough, there was no accident, a high-pitched but pleasant scream, and then it sounded in the first place, like spring rain falling on the eaves, Ling Yan listened to it, but there was no harsh feeling..

However, in the end, this is the Nangong family, if it is in his own home, Ling Yan can call it whatever he wants. At that time, she was called throat cut, and I was afraid that no one would care about her...

"Xue'er, don't make a sound, it's me, Ling Yan!"

Ling Yan rushed forward as soon as possible, and pressed his big hand directly on Mu Xue'er's slightly open mouth. The moist touch, gently touching Ling Yan's rough palm, a slight numbness hit Ling Yan's heart, Ling Yan didn't realize it, there was a feeling of ape.

Mu Xue'er opened her big frightened and frightened eyes, looking at Ling Yan, she had just woken up, her eyes were still flashing a little hazy, but she was probably scared, her eyes were watery.

"Promise me, don't scream, do you hear?"

Ling Yan instructed softly.

Mu Xue'er nodded, her eyes shining at Ling Yan.

Seeing this, Ling Yan moved his hand away.

got rid of Ling Yan's clutches, Mu Xue'er immediately shrank back, grabbed the futon on the bed and covered her body, and leaked the tempting carcass of spring. The body was tightly wrapped, only a cute little head was exposed, a few strands of messy hair hung down on her smooth and white forehead, a pair of doubtful, curious, surprised, and a little frightened eyes, looking straight at Ling Yan.

"Ling... Ling Yan, why are you here..."

Mu Xue'er asked cautiously..

"This.."

Ling Yan heard Xue'er's coquettish tone, and his mind couldn't turn around, but in the end, he still got down to business...

"Xue'er, you should know Miss Mei'er..."

Poor beauty, why do you want to be like that, in her eternal life, Mo Bifang has already started to treat Situ Mei'er, but I don't know when and what month it will take to heal her, Ling Yan feels guilty in his heart, he just wants to see it in reality, he doesn't expect anything to repay or not, he also knows that with Situ Mei'er's status, what does the pride of heaven need?

"Is it difficult for you to come to me..... Is it to find Mei'er? ”

Mu Xue'er's expression darkened, she bit her lower lip lightly, and the two little hands holding the futon were also a little white, different from the milky white before, this time it was a little white...