The next day, Qianqiao got up early in the morning to clean up, and yesterday she had already inquired about the specific location of Lian Fei's room from her adoptive father, and after deciding to get up, she went directly to him.

"Knock knock..."

"This man went out so early?"

Qian Qian Qian came to Lian Fei's door and knocked on the door several times, but no one answered, and couldn't help frowning and muttering to himself.

However, when she searched the entire spirit ship and did not find Lian Fei's figure, a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Qian Qiao stopped and hurriedly turned around, but just happened to crash into someone's arms.

“......！”

Nangong Jun, who had been following her, didn't expect the girl to turn around suddenly, her hands were raised and lowered, and after repeating it many times, she finally clenched into a fist, resisting the urge to hold the girl tight.

"Sorry, I didn't notice just now, why are you here?"

Qian Qian looked up from the young man's arms, he didn't expect to meet Nangong Jun here, and immediately took a step back and left his embrace.

"Are you looking for Lianfei?"

The sudden emptiness in his arms made Nangong Jun's heart also lose a corner, and he clenched his left hand behind his back, this action has become a way for him to restrain his impulses.

"Why do you always like to keep your left hand behind your back?"

After a few contacts, Qian Qiao noticed Nangong Jun's small movements, which reminded her of his injured left hand when they first met officially.

"It's just a habit, don't worry, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

Hearing Qianqiao's inquiry, Nangong Jun's whole body tensed, and he hid his left hand behind him, he still remembered that the girl had said that he would not let him hurt himself again.

It was a simple thing, but he couldn't do it, and he couldn't keep his mind clear without the pain to stimulate him.

"Well, I'm looking for him, do you know where he is?"

Qian Qiao noticed Nangong Jun's crampedness, didn't say much, and changed the topic in a timely manner.

"He's gone..."

Nangong Jun went to find Lian Fei on the night he came back, wanting to buy a few pills from him, but he didn't want him to disappear as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"Where did he go?!"

Qian Qiao was shocked, and finally got a clue, but she didn't expect this person to disappear.

"You care about him?"

He regretted it the moment he said it, he was afraid to hear an affirmative answer, and he expected her to deny it.

In the past ten years, they have been missing, and every time they muster up the courage to go to her, the girl either goes to a friend's house or takes a class in the Qi Refining Lecture Hall, and he can only get information about her through Lian Fei's words.

Before he met her, Nangong Jun always thought that he was simply obsessed with the beautified childhood memories.

But he didn't want to see that stubborn figure again only to suddenly find that his obsession with the girl had gone deep into the bone marrow, and unless he cut the flesh and remove the bones, he couldn't expel her from his heart.

"No, you misunderstood, I just wanted to say thank you, you know, I need Xueyun Dan very much..."

Qian Qian was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

The expression on Nangong Jun's face when she asked a similar question last time is still vivid, and she doesn't dare to die.

In several contacts with Nangong Jun, some of his performances and the description of him after blackening in the original text made her think of the word sick Jiao.

Qianqiao regretted it very much at this time, why did she skip reading the original text at that time, if she knew the reason for her illness, maybe this child would be able to get it back.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world, so she can only think about it, and what she can do now is to follow him as much as possible and see if she can find some clues.

It's a pity that her idea is very good, but Nangong Jun's next sentence slapped her in the face fiercely.