The ground trembled violently, and Su Wuyao only felt his heart jumping, and his fingers grabbed the corners of Leng Fengqing's clothes, for fear that he would not stand firm and fall.

"You're so good?" She muttered with some trepidation, "People who can cut the earth can't break those dolls?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, the trembling of the soles of her feet became more intense. Looking at it again, Leng Fengqing didn't do anything, just frowned and looked at the shattered ground.

"There's something down there, be careful!"

Hearing Leng Fengqing's reminder, Su Wuyao noticed that where the three of them were standing, there were many large cracks around them, just like the appearance of those puppets just now. Only then did Su Wuyao realize that the crack was not drawn by the cold wind at all.

"What happened?"

Su Wuyao hid tightly behind Leng Fengqing, holding Qi Luo in his hand, staring at the puppets around him.

With the big crack, the puppets couldn't get over, so they could only stand on the opposite side and dance their teeth and claws at them.

Su Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief, put one hand on Leng Fengqing's shoulder, and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the other: "It can be regarded as picking up a life." ”

"Where's Qi Luo?" Leng Fengqing glanced sideways and said alertly.

"Huh?" Su Wuyao was stunned, "Aren't you holding it in my hand?" ”

When she looked at her hand again, one was on Leng Fengqing's shoulder, and the other was wiped on her forehead, as for Qi Luo, there was no figure at all.

Forehead......

Su Wuyao's heart swelled with a sense of regret that the family's treasures had been stolen!

He ...... Where is he? Ran away? ”

Leng Fengqing glanced around and shook his head slightly: "He was seriously injured, it is likely to be ......"

Su Wuyao looked at him expectantly, looking forward to his next step. Now, she really wants to know where Qi Luo went. Anyway, she's a person who can teach her spells, but she can't just throw it away!

"What is it?"

Seeing Su Wuyao's expectant look, Leng Fengqing frowned unconsciously, a little unhappy in his heart, and said, "You're so worried?" ”

"Uh-huh." Su Wuyao nodded heavily. Can you not be worried? That's her future master! The second life amulet!

"It's falling." Leng Feng Qingxin's head seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and his whole body was soaked and cold.

"Fell?" Su Wuyao was shocked, "Won't it?" ”

Suddenly, the fright and self-blame in her heart all came flooding up.

Could it be because she didn't grasp it just now that Qi Luo fell? Then wouldn't she become the one who indirectly killed Qi Luo?

……

Thinking of this, the Lu Gong in Su Wuyao's heart finally roared uncontrollably.

"Fog grass! Are you kidding! She pointed at the sky angrily and scolded, "What about the good Bai Fumei and the rich and handsome?" What about the opening of the hanging? Where, where? You might as well send me back!" ”

Seeing her mood swings so much, Leng Fengqing was stunned on the spot. The style of painting changed so quickly that he didn't figure out the situation at all. For those strange words and sentences in Su Wuyao's mouth, he couldn't understand it.

"Fog ...... Grass? He blinked, "What kind of grass is that?" ”

Su Wuyao looked at him expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally closed his eyes silently, a burst of despair: Fog grass! It's fog grass!

"If you don't want to say, I'll ask no more." Seeing her like this, Leng Fengqing's heart became even colder, and he said very unhappily, thinking that her brain was not very good, she had never seen the world, she had never seen a dead person, and she couldn't accept the fact that Qi Luo fell for a while, and relieved herself not to worry about her.