Chapter 243: Things Are Wrong

"Grandfather, you're back!" Feng Xiaoyou smiled and welcomed Feng Songtao in, and then took advantage of the gap by the door to look outside, and did not see Feng Xiaoman's shadow, presumably he had already left.

"Why don't you dry your hair?" Feng Songtao saw that her hair was still a little dripping, frowning slightly, the weather in early spring was still slightly cold, although the physique of immortal cultivators was different from ordinary mortals, but looking at his granddaughter like this, he still couldn't help but be concerned.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry to come out!" Feng Xiaoyou replied softly, her cheeks flushed slightly because she remembered the scene when Junyi wiped her hair that night.

"Let's go first!" Hearing her answer like this, Feng Songtao didn't say anything more, just urged her to enter the house.

"Hmm!" Feng Xiaoyou nodded obediently and walked towards the house.

Feng Xiaoyou entered the house, and he didn't bother to get the cotton cloth again, wrapped his hands in spiritual power, attached it to his hair, and slowly moistened it.

After that, Feng Xiaoyou walked out of the room, and saw Feng Songtao sitting under the paulownia tree drinking tea, so he walked over gently, "When my grandfather came back, did you see Feng Xiaoman?" ”

Feng Songtao shook his head, "Feng Xiaoman has been here?" ”

"Hmm!" Feng Xiaoyou nodded, and then explained what happened before to Feng Songtao.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door, Feng Xiaoman's girl is too ruthless!" Feng Songtao couldn't help but sigh after speaking.

"Grandfather, let's not talk about her, so as not to affect the mood." Feng Xiaoyou smiled and changed the subject, "Xiaoyou wants to go to Elder Taishang tomorrow, and grandfather thinks it's feasible?" ”

"Yes, you don't plan to retreat, so it's better to go over earlier so that you can get familiar with the retreat." Feng Songtao nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Then I'll pass tomorrow morning!" Feng Xiaoyou replied, and the two grandparents didn't say more, each holding a teacup and drinking it in small sips.

Soon, the sky darkened, the small courtyard was shrouded in darkness, a burst of geese chirped, a group of geese who had returned early passed in the sky in a formation of the son of man, and from time to time there were a few loud geese chirping. It was a familiar scene when she applied for a leave of absence after a mission, and was alone away from the crowds, and even more so away from the city, and went on vacation to a private farm. That day, she lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard, leisurely admiring the fiery sunset in the sky, suddenly heard a burst of geese chirping, and saw such a group of geese flying from the sky, remembering that she felt that the big swallow group accompanied by the sunset had a special meaning, so she picked up her mobile phone and took a picture. It's just that things are wrong now, and I wonder if there will be anyone in that world who remembers themselves? I don't know what happened to him, he was the only friend in that world.

"Shinoyu!" Feng Songtao's voice came, planning Feng Xiaoyou's next thoughts.

"What's wrong with grandfather?" Feng Xiao came back to his senses, looked at Feng Songtao and asked softly.

"It's not too early, let's go back!" Feng Songtao said and got up to pick up the tea and tea residues left in the teapot and poured them into the open space in the corner, and when she turned around, Feng Xiaoyou had already packed up the stone table and the two teacups used by the two.

Feng Xiaoyou returned to the room, thought about it and decided to go to the space to cultivate, she closed the doors and windows, and arranged the formation enchantment, and then flashed into the space.

"Sister!" The fire phoenix jumped in front of Feng Xiaoyou.

"Why are you so happy?" Feng Xiaoyou raised his hand and stroked the little head of the fire phoenix, and asked with a smile.

"Sister, Mei Lingguo, golden Mei Lingguo!" Huo Feng pointed to the plum spirit fruit tree and said in a milky voice.