"No! You're not her! She hasn't come back yet! You're the one! Don't think you can let my guard down with her voice!"

After a short period of excitement, Nangong Zhengyang calmed down, the timing of this voice was too coincidental.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Who is that person? Open your eyes and see, here I am!"

Looking at his adoptive father, who was still closing his eyes, Qianqiao was a little anxious, not understanding who the person in his mouth was.

"Aunt Erica, what's wrong with him, Daddy, why don't you want to open your eyes?"

Seeing that her adoptive father did not respond, Qian Qiao anxiously looked up and asked Erica who was chanting a spell.

"She's singing, it's inconvenient to answer, Zhengyang has been under the spell for too long, and the spell is not completed so quickly, you just need to do your part now..."

Seeing Qianqiao's inquiry, Shaoqing, the father of Zai, who was standing next to the bed, replied for Erica.

"Daddy, open your eyes and see, I'm Qianqiao, it's really Qianqiao..."

After receiving the reply, Qian Qian took a deep breath and adjusted her mentality and continued to call.

Time passed minute by minute, Nangong Zhengyang didn't respond since then, Qian Qiao gritted his teeth, grabbed his adoptive father's right hand, and put it on his cheek.

"Daddy, if you touch it, it's really a thousand buckwheat, with a nose, eyes, and..."

Just when Qianqiao took Nangong Zhengyang's fingers across her facial features, her slender fingers moved slightly, and she began to take the initiative to rub the girl's cheeks...

"Buckwheat?"

Feeling the temperature from his fingertips, the memory that made his heart mess up came to him.

Nangong Zhengyang closed his eyes and carefully felt the skin that his fingertips slid over every inch of his skin, and the interweaving between illusion and reality finally allowed him to find a breakthrough.

"Daddy?!"

Sensing the change in her hand, Qian Qian looked expectantly at her adoptive father, whose long eyelashes trembled slightly in front of her, as if she was waking up.

"Buckwheat!"

The moment he opened his eyes, the first thing that broke into his sight was the girl's bright eyes like stars, and Nangong Zhengyang almost instinctively hugged the girl directly into his arms.

"Daddy, how are you feeling now?"

Qianqiao obediently lay in Nangong Zhengyang's arms, looking up at her adoptive father's eyes with some concern.

"Buckwheat..."

Nangong Zhengyang didn't answer, just slowly tightened his arms, felt the body temperature of the girl in his arms, and called her name softly.

"I'm in..."

Qian Qian freed up a hand to wrap it behind her adoptive father and patted him on the back to give him a response.

"I miss you..."

"Hmm..."

Qian Qiao's eyes widened, obviously he didn't expect his adoptive father to say this, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and nodded in response, his heart was soft.

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Father Shaoqing looked at the two people hugging each other on the bed, and frowned slightly.

Is Zhengyang's feelings for Qianqiao a little too much?

Just as he looked at the two of them frowning and pondering, he looked up and happened to meet the eyes of Le Zheng Xuanqi, who was also worried, and after signaling with his eyes, Zai's father Shaoqing took the lead out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he was slightly surprised to see the scene in front of him, they had entered this room through Erika's magic passage before, so they didn't know where the outside of the room led.

Looking at the familiar corridor in front of them now, isn't this the one they passed through when they first came?

"Here..."

Le Zheng Xuanqi, who walked out later, obviously also discovered this.

"Well, we came out of the basement, but when we came here, there wasn't this room. ”

Previously, they followed Qianqiao's route and went down the corridor to the basement in front of them, but all they saw at that time was an empty corridor without decoration.

"Zhengyang is not a little bit of Qianqiao..."

Le Zheng Xuanqi was the first to break the silence and speak.

"The three of us have known each other for more than 200 years..."