"That's good!" Fang Lin touched Xiao Qinglan's head, and her eyes were sparkling, as if there were tears.

"It's time to sleep, Your Highness." She withdrew the colorful stone and patted her hand gently on Xiao Qinglan so that she could fall asleep.

Xiao Qinglan nodded obediently and slowly closed her eyes, "Okay!" ”

Fang Lin looked at the little girl on the bed lovingly, the movements of her hands were light and slow, and she slowly sang a ballad.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Qinglan finally fell asleep in a blur, but her sleepiness didn't seem to be deep, and her eyes showed a slit slightly.

Fang Lin stood up, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't help but roll down.

She silently held back tears, for fear of waking up the female doll.

Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she took out the colored stone.

Hanging on the top of Xiao Qinglan's bed, the colored light immediately enveloped her.

I saw her arms dancing, her techniques changing, her fingertips pinching, and one after another light drilled into Xiao Qinglan's body.

Xiao Qinglan didn't sleep deeply, almost half-awake.

When those lights burrowed into her body, her eyelids moved twice, opened a little wide, and looked at Fang Lin who was casting the spell in puzzlement.

"Mother's ......," she murmured softly, her voice as small as the sound of mosquitoes and flies.

Although the voice was small, Fang Lin still heard it, and the movements of her hands froze, biting her lip with teary eyes.

Then, she closed her eyes and continued to move her hands, faster and faster.

In a moment, Xiao Qinglan fainted.

From within her, seven of the same hers floated out.

Fang Lin quickly put the Seven Spirits into the colored stones, and after doing all this, she collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

She slowly got up, leaned against the bed, silently grabbed Xiao Qinglan's hand, and fell asleep.

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Thundered

Thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, waking up Ye Qinglan who had fallen asleep in an instant.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and her obsidian eyes sparkled in the night.

The moment she was awakened, her eyes were unusually clear, and a moment later, her eyes were covered with tiredness.

Ye Qinglan relaxed his vigilance and yawned loudly.

She turned her eyes and saw that most of the people in the temple were awakened by this thunder, except for Xiling Qian.

The moment Feng Zhimu woke up, she closed Xilingqian's five senses, and at this time, she couldn't hear anything, and she slept soundly.

Thundered!

In the sky, another thunder exploded, eager to blow up the entire sky.

The others seemed to be mentally prepared, and had no reaction to the thunder, and continued to sleep.

Lightning accompanied by thunder, one by one, slashed down.

When lightning strikes, the entire temple is illuminated.

Because he was facing the window, Ye Qinglan was stunned.

She suddenly noticed that the lightning outside the window seemed to be strange.

But after a while, lightning and thunder struck again.

She squinted and saw it clearly.

The lightning was a bit strange, it wasn't like the usual white lightning, but with a bit of golden-purple.

Because only this window remains, Feng Zhimu and the others can't see these abnormalities at all.

And, with everyone's eyes closed, it's even more impossible to notice.

Ye Qinglan looked at the lightning for a moment, although she was very puzzled in her heart.

But as soon as she thought about it, this world was not at all the world she could understand.

Maybe it's because of the difference in time and space, so the lightning and thunder will be different, Ye Qinglan thought to himself.

She didn't continue to dwell on the lightning problem, but leaned against the wall and looked at the lightning bolts.

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