Now this situation is really enough to make Ruan Mian nerve-wracking.

It's okay that Wuyue is fine, but if something really happens, things will get very troublesome.

Walking around the room a few times with her chin in hand, she decided to wait for news from Yuan Lu, maybe Wuyue just went out in a hurry because she had something urgent, and she would almost come back.

Time flies, and daylight turns dim orange in waiting.

Ruan Mian's heart was still anxious, but her face was not very revealing, and when she looked at Qiwu again, her small face was full of sorrow that did not belong to her.

"Sister Ruan, Wuyue Immortal Jun will be fine, right?"

After begging for a noon to touch unconsciously, knowing that Wuyue had disappeared without a trace, her worry was really beyond words.

"It's fine. Ruan Mian touched his head, but he actually didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Qi Wu didn't know much about the open and secret battles of the Three Realms, and she just simply expressed her worries to a friend who looked like her.

As soon as they finished speaking, they were startled by a sudden bang in the room.

In the southwest corner of the house, the long, wide, flattened screen of fish, insects, flowers and birds fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, and a pair of feet stood firmly on the ruins.

Looking up, it was Yuan Lu who looked restless. Seeing Yuan Lu coming back, Ruan Mian stood up and looked over there.

"Can't find it. ”

Ruan Mian wrinkled his brows, and his heart sank.

Yuan Lu couldn't find the estimation that something had really happened, and now only Yin Lin had the strength and ability to find someone here.

But... She couldn't see what he was thinking, and he clearly didn't.

cut off the quickest way,

Then there's only one way.

She should go back to the heavenly realm now to move the rescuers, as Ruan Mian in the sky, whether it is hatred or fighting, she is inevitably involved, and she can't do it alone.

Glancing at Yin Lonely, the things in her eyes were very complicated, it was one thing to believe in who she was, and it was another thing to do how to do it.

Ruan Mian took out the flying kite that flew into the sky from the Qiankun Linglong bag he carried with him, and then approached the window.

The wrist is flipped lightly, and an indigo and white-edged paper kite is revealed.

Looking at the flying kite with its wings spread in her hands, her ruddy little mouth was chanting, and colorful light slid around the flying kite.

Briefly recounting what happened, the flying kite that was passing the word was awakened, and with a snort, it broke away from Ruan Mian's palm and flew upwards quickly.