Yun Weiyang took the sound transmission snail and looked at it in his hand curiously: "This thing can really transmit sound for thousands of miles?"

Qingfeng glanced at her: "The transsonic snail is a rare treasure in the world, you haven't seen it, and it's natural to think about it."

Yun Weiyang: "......"

Dare to love him, this is turning around and scolding himself for being less knowledgeable?!

Depend on!

This person, on the surface, seems to be cold and indifferent, and looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, but in fact, to put it bluntly, he has a black belly and a poisonous tongue, the so-called killing does not see blood, and scolding people without dirt is like this!

Yun Weiyang hated it so much that the root of his teeth itched.

But reason told her that she still had to be patient: "Okay, then you tell me the spell that urged me now, and I'll go right away", too lazy to grind with you again.

Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Since you are in such a hurry to die, then this seat has no choice but to fulfill you and stretch out your hand!"

Yun Weiyang glanced at him suspiciously and stretched out his hand.

The palm of the hand was quickly surrounded by a warm temperature, and the breezy hand was still so white and transparent, every time I saw it, people couldn't help but have a shocking feeling.

Yun Weiyang was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that such a pair of hands with a face like ice and snow were as warm as the sunshine in March, bringing people from the cold end of winter to the warm deep 'spring'.

Obviously, he was only holding his hand, but it was as if the whole person was gently wrapped in a warm current, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort.

What kind of hands are these?

Yun Weiyang suddenly had a series of big question marks in his heart.

Qingfeng didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with her, and lowered his head and drew a strange rune on Yun Weiyang's palm with his slender and bony fingers.

"What is this?" Yun Weiyang asked curiously.

Qingfeng let go of his hand and looked at her with eyes that were still glowing with a little cold light: "This is the urging spell of the sound transmission snail, this seat has been blessed with a spell on it, which can last for half a month, and after half a month, the charm will automatically disappear."

"In other words, if I don't come back within half a month, then the urging spell will be invalid, and I won't be able to contact you again, right?" Yun Weiyang quickly sorted out his thoughts.

"You're really smart", Qingfeng praised this time without hesitation.

Yun Weiyang gladly accepted: "Okay, I'm ready, let's start now!"

"Remember, don't use the transsnail casually, this seat doesn't have so much idle time", Qingfeng told in a light tone.

Yun Weiyang raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, except for informing you to take me back, at other times, even if I die in the extreme north, I will never disturb you!"

Qingfeng seemed to be satisfied: "It's good that you know!"

"Alright, without further ado, let's get started!" Yun Weiyang really didn't bother to rub his tongue with him again.

Qingfeng's cold gaze swept over: "I hope you won't regret it."

As the words fell, he pinched a trick with one hand, and his fingertips quickly condensed into a transparent white 'colored' ball of light the size of a glass marble.

The ball of light swirled around his fingertips, until it became the size of a soybean.

The next moment, with a flick of his fingertips, the white 'colored' ball of light immediately flew towards the gazebo like an arrow off the string.

As if colliding with an invisible net, with a "snort", a huge white 'color' vortex suddenly appeared in the pavilion.