Maybe because she hadn't fully adapted to this body, Ming Kite was stunned for a while before remembering who this person was, her personal maid, Xiaocao.

Xiaocao's eyes were swollen, and she cried for a long time when she saw it, but at the moment it was even more swollen and red, her bun face was wrinkled, and she dragged the corner of Ming Kite's clothes, maybe she was crying too quickly, and she didn't hold back a complete sentence for a long time.

Ming Kite pressed her eyebrows, thinking to herself, how did she meet a tricky woman again, she was about to speak, and suddenly remembered that her identity seemed to be a mute.

Although she didn't know why she was able to speak now, but being dumb could save a lot of trouble in speaking, so Ming Kite only frowned slightly, but did not speak, and a pair of good-looking phoenix eyes looked at Xiaocao calmly.

Seeing that Xiaocao's tears were like the faucet that opened the floodgates, and it couldn't be stopped for a while, Ming Kite sighed faintly, reached out and gently patted Xiaocao's shoulder.

She cried so much that her head hurt.

Xiaocao seemed to be frightened by the behavior of the chirping kite, looked at her in a daze, and hiccuped unexpectedly.

Immediately after that, the bun's face turned red, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears, and finally held back a complete sentence.

"Miss, you've been missing for almost seven or eight days, where have you been! Xiaocao has been looking for you for a long time, but you blame Xiaocao for not taking care of you. ”

As if complaining about himself, Xiaocao's tears that had just stopped gathered again, no, he began to stammer.

Ming Kite is really out of luck now, she has always had no temper with this kind of soft and weak little girl, so she had to flicker helplessly in her eyes, and quietly waited for Xiaocao to finish crying.

At this time, a burst of gongs and drums attracted Xiaocao's attention, she sniffed, looked in the direction of the city gate, and hesitantly looked at the chirping kite, and said cautiously.

"Miss, today is the day when Miss Five sets off to report."

Her young lady was sad for a long time, and she was a quiet person, but after that incident, she rarely smiled even when she was with her.

Ming Kite was stunned, Fifth Miss, she thought for a while before she remembered who the Fifth Miss was.

Song Yuyan, a masterpiece of the Song Mansion's generation, shocked the world with her purple talent, and was admitted to the Tianqiong Academy exceptionally, and was the next person from the Song family who had high hopes to ascend to the immortal.

It's a coincidence that he is a very good friend or a close friend with the original Song Mingkite.

However, this friendship probably came to an abrupt end half a year ago, when Song Mingyuan suddenly suffered an accident and became a mute overnight, and the subsequent talent test did not test any talent.

Now it has become a waste in the eyes of everyone.

Ming Kite hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, waste, this word is very unfamiliar to her.

She had never heard of it before she was seventeen, and she hadn't heard of it since she was seventeen.

It's quite unusual, and perhaps, it's a good choice to be a waste this time.

However, this Tianqiong Academy, she is still a little interested in exploring it, in Song Mingyuan's memory.

There are only a few hundred people who have ascended to immortals in this world, but all of these hundreds of people who have ascended to immortals are from this Heavenly Dome Academy.

And this academy is the most powerful third-party force on this continent, independent of the national sectarian forces, or in other words, any national power and sectarian forces want to sell this Heavenly Dome Academy.

"Miss."

Xiaocao frowned, looked at Ming Kite worriedly, and thought to herself that her own young lady still couldn't let go of the fifth miss.

Ming Kite pulled out of his thoughts, patted Xiao Cao's hand, and looked at the gate of the Song Mansion, and Xiao Cao immediately understood what Ming Kite meant, and hurriedly pulled Ming Kite forward.

"Miss, everyone will go out, let's enter through the side door."

Ming Iris's eyebrows moved slightly, and she looked at Xiaocao deeply.

There are indeed not many people who can accurately understand her eyes so quickly.

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Song Mingkite's residence in the Song Mansion was a quiet side courtyard, and after Xiaocao walked into the courtyard with Mingyuan, Mingyuan looked at a lot of weeds growing in the yard, and his eyes flashed.

This Song Mingkite's life is not very good.

Xiaocao was surprised, and she said to Ming Kite as she walked.

"Miss in the past six months, your body has really gotten worse and worse, I don't know where you have been in the past seven or eight days, why is your face so pale, Xiaocao will make some soup for you in a while, this day is so hot, it can't be heat stroke."

After saying that, she worriedly stroked Ming Kite's forehead, and then said that it was okay, okay.

Ming Kite's eyes flashed, and the soap fragrance on Xiaocao's body still filled the tip of her nose. She wasn't used to physical contact with people, but her body didn't seem to fit her very well, and her whole body was much slower.

Xiaocao didn't notice her abnormality, pulled her open the door, and then pressed her on the bed,

"Miss, you lie down first, Xiaocao goes to make soup first!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the house like a little whirlwind.

Only then did she get up and look around the room.

It's very elegant, there are a lot of books in the bookcase, Ming Kite flipped through one casually, the handwriting on it is very beautiful, and her handwriting is completely different.

The clothes in the wardrobe are all plain brocade clothes, and the whole room is full of scholarly doors and everyone's beautiful atmosphere.

Ming Kite's index finger scratched her temple slightly, why, it was not the same as that little girl.

The little girl looked at it, but she didn't want to be a girl who read poetry and books.

The doubts in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Ming Kite followed her memory and opened the drawer under the dressing table, which contained some of the gifts that Song Ming Kite had received from Song Yuyan over the years.

Hairpins, earrings or something, the color is beautiful, with the vitality of a girl. It's two people with completely different orientations, Ming Kite thought to herself.

Many gifts were dusted, and Song Mingkite was not used when he saw it.

Her memories were intermittent, and many of them were missing, which gave her a lot of headaches.

And this body is really very weak, completely the kind of little girl who is weak and willow to help the wind.

Ming Kite wiped the mirror, and the year printed in the mirror was really her fourteen years old.

To be honest, the appearance of the singing kite is not amazing, but it is very attractive, her eyebrows and eyes are very light, a pair of phoenix eyes are born clear, and even the pupil color is lighter than ordinary people, but her nose is very good, the lines are clean and neat, with a smooth contour, there is a bit of heroism between the eyebrows, she doesn't like to laugh, she is always expressionless, and she looks free from mundane things.

When she was still in that world, those very few people who had seen her true face commented on her appearance and used the fairy wind dao bone.

Because of her reputation for being decisive and unkind, some people even thought that this fairy wind bone was ironic about her.

But everyone who has seen Ming Kite, including Ming Kite herself, knows that she is really born with a fairy wind bone.

Ming Kite pinched his face, thinking to himself, sure enough, he is fourteen years old, and this skin is too tender.

At this time, there was a tingling pain in her head, Ming Kite frowned slightly, and pressed her fingers but did not get any relief, and then her eyes went dark, and the whole person fell into boundless darkness.

This body is really too weak, and you must take good care of it when you turn around.

Mingkite thought to herself before she fainted.