Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Huiliu had been in this world for half a month.

And the aftermath of his night has not subsided, and the posts about him on major forums are still hot, and some people have even started to flesh him.

Although Feng Huiliuzhen did not let people know that he temporarily settled in the windy apartment, he often appeared at the place where Xiao Qingti jumped off the building, coming and going suddenly. No one could get close to him, and no one could find out where he came from, but almost everyone knew the place where he often appeared—

If Xiao Qingti intends to come to him for revenge, he will definitely go to that location.

Others didn't know that he used stealth, she must have known, and if she wanted to, she would definitely go here first.

This is the wishful thinking of the wind returning.

It's just that half a month has passed, and he waited incognito in that place, but he never saw her trace.

It's night again, and the bright moon on the horizon has changed from the full moon at the beginning to a thin crescent moon.

The moon is dark and the stars are shining, and the stars are shining in the sky,

It was the middle of the night again, and those who wanted to wait for the mysterious blue-shirted man to appear waited for three days, and finally the disappointment finally dispersed after not seeing half of the blue-shirted man.

The huge rooftop balcony was deserted, except for the sound of the wind blowing.

Feng Qingyang came up with two bottles of wine, and he raised the wine bottle in his hand at the empty railing: "Brother Fenghui, I brought you the strongest wine in the world, do you want to taste it?" ”

The railing showed the figure of Feng Huiliu, and with a move of his hand, a bottle of wine in Feng Qingyang's hand came into his palm, and he cut off the bottle with one palm and took a sip in silence.

"How? Enough energy, right? Feng Qingyang also unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip.

"General." The wind returns to the river, as always, cherishing words like gold.

Feng Qingyang looked at his blue robe flying in the wind: "You have been waiting here for half a month, I almost doubt that you are waiting for the Wangfu Stone here, but there is a reward?" ”

A flash of gloom flashed in the wind back, and he raised his head and took another sip of wine. Didn't answer the windy nonsense question.

If he had gained, he wouldn't be here again.

"Do you have any thoughts that she may not have returned to this era at all? It's not a good idea for you to stay here all the time. The wind cleared and wanted to wake him up.

"No, she should be in this world. I have a gut feeling. The wind replied. His instincts were always perfect, so he would wait until she showed up.

Feng Qingyang pondered for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "Is it possible that she did see this explosive news you made, but your behavior is obviously waiting for her to come to you." Maybe she'll think you're deliberately trying to lure her in the bait and turn it against her? ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, and the wind returned to the face changed slightly, yes, how did he forget this?

After all, in Xiao Qingti's mind, he was going to kill her in the end......

He's been on the railing for a long time, so what's his next step?

He also had a laptop on his lap, and he opened the same forum as the most talked-about forum.

The number of replies to the post that guessed his identity is still surging, and there is no tendency to subside at all.

These days, he browses through the replies one by one, not to see how attractive he is, but to see if he can find a trace from the massive number of replies.