"Ahh

Luan Fengjiao felt that she had made an irreparable mistake, and she was ashamed of Fankong's life-saving grace, she dragged her sword behind her, screaming and rushing towards Fanxing, so frightened that he quickly hid to the side.

She didn't chase after him, but screamed and rushed into the courtyard, and the ghosts in the courtyard who were in the middle of the battle stopped for a moment, looked at her, and then continued the battle.

The meaning of this glance is simple and clear, looking like a fool, she is uncomfortable, and she screams and rushes out.

Fan Xing looked at Luan Fengjiao and was speechless, what a girl, is this the situation of Shenma? Intermittent nervousness?

For Fan Xing's eyes when she looked at her, Luan Fengjiao directly ignored it, restored her calm face, put her toes on the ground a little, jumped lightly, jumped on the branch of the old camphor tree on the right, and watched the fight in the courtyard while waiting for Mo Tian to release Xiao Shui Han and Fan Kong.

Fan Xing also has to wait for Fan Kong, so he went up to the old camphor tree on the left, the process on the top was unusually light, it can be said that the body was better than the body of the previous life, he nodded with satisfaction - squatted with bent knees, kicked the ground with both feet, jumped lightly, climbed the branch more than three meters high with both hands, pulled up, turned and sit, and sat on the branch.

A gust of fragrant wind hit, and Fan Xing's body froze towards the branch, it turned out that the branch was thick enough, and he wanted to lie down, but he didn't want Leng Yiren to fly on the branch and sit inside. He lay down, lying on Leng Yiren's legs together, and he was very comfortable.

Although Leng Yiren is a virtual body, the white gauze dress she wears is a soul garment, between half virtual and half real, half empty when she does not pour soul power, and half real when she pours soul power.

She smiled, her voice was like a mosquito, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Are you really An Jie?"

Fan Xing turned his head, looked at her pair of autumn water scissor pupils, raised his head slightly, put his mouth to her ear and said softly: "Yes, you have to believe me, who has nothing to do to pretend to be someone else?"

Leng Yiren shook his legs, looked at the twin moons in the sky through the branches, and said with a little melancholy: "I'm just worried that without an interesting soul, this world will be a lot boring." ”

Fan Xing looked at Leng Yiren's round chin, a little distracted, and then just lay on her lap and sang softly: "Life, dreams are like a long road, let the wind and frost stay on your face." In the red dust, how many directions are there for sweet dreams, looking for a crazy and dreamy beloved, and the road is boundless. Life is, the extension of dreams, and there are rare tears in dreams. Where to go, the direction in your and my hearts, the wind sighs in my dreams, the road and people are boundless......"

After singing a song, the battle in the hospital was coming to an end, and in the face of the group fight, Wu Xian was invincible with both fists and four hands, and escaped from the encirclement with serious injuries, and fled away.

One person and one ghost stood up, Leng Yiren sighed, and flew away, Fan Xing jumped off the tree, hesitated for a moment and followed, Luan Fengjiao looked at the direction they left, carved the word west on the branch, tore off a hair and tied it on it, and followed.

When Wu Xian occupied the Soul Tower, the nearby lonely ghosts came to rub the shadows at night, but he mostly ignored them and only repaired in the attic. The Smoke Walk Ghost Group is different, they have a strong sense of territory, except for joining the Smoke Walk Ghost Troupe, don't want to stay in the courtyard and smoke the yin that leaks from the cracks in the doors and windows of the Town Soul Building.

At the bifurcation of the double-headed peaks, there is a leafy locust tree, which grows diagonally to collect sunlight, obscuring a naturally formed hole. The entrance of the cave extends downward, the more down the bigger it becomes, and at the bottom is a stone pool, which is in a peculiar eye shape, and at a glance, the deep is bottomless.

Leng Yiren floated in from the entrance of the cave, and Fan Xing jumped down with it, but forgot that he was no longer a ghost, and could not fly again, and was so frightened that he screamed for a while, dancing with his hands, and the entrance of the cave to the stone pool was more than ten meters high, and he fell down all of a sudden, and he didn't know if he would be injured.

"Yiren, hurry up, save me!"

Leng Yiren, who flew to the edge of the pool, covered his mouth and laughed, and looked at him with a pitiful face after seeing Fan Xing shouting, spreading his hands, indicating that he could not do anything.

Luan Fengjiao appeared at the entrance of the cave, looking down at Fan Xing's appearance, her cold face was not tightened, and two dimples appeared on her face with a smile.

Schadenfreude, no intention of helping at all.

"Knock—"

The huge sound of falling water, accompanied by a splash of water several meters high, Fan Xing fell straight down like a cannonball, falling and falling, and the corners of his mouth hooked a wicked smile.

When the momentum is weakened, it turns over and goes downstream, and the movement is smooth, without a single injury, and it cuts through the current like a swimming fish.

Sure enough, Leng Yiren saw that he didn't come up left and right, floated into the pool, fell into the water silently, and dived to the same depth, seeing Fan Xing's hands raised, his face was painful, and he was about to suffocate.

Leng Yiren didn't believe it at all, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he poked Fan Xing's cheek with his fingers wrapped in long sleeves, as if this would pierce his acting skills.

Fan Xing remained motionless, his body fell, and the look of pain on his face became more and more painful.

Leng Yiren's face changed, he swam towards him, his face slowly approached, and then mouth to mouth, and hurriedly crossed over a breath, a mouthful of pure yin qi, but he felt a tongue stretch out shamelessly.

When Luan Fengjiao jumped down the pool and was facing downstream, she happened to see this scene, snorted coldly in the water, sulked in her breath, and went upstream.

Fan Xing wants to have a romantic tongue kiss, I haven't tasted it for a long time, I miss it very much!

But I didn't want to, and I bit my teeth.

"Ahh

A scream.

"Uh—"

Choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

（“...... I'll it, it's very commotionful, it's cheap!" Wei Ping scolded. ）

("......" Li Xiao did not say a word.) ）

Leng Yiren was angry and swam up, a green silk floating in the water, and a few of them floated in front of her face, which was a little unreal.

Fan Xing followed with a hippie smile, reaching out to play with her green silk, his face was full of obsession, Leng Yi and Luo Zixia were very similar, looking at it, he remembered the scene of the first meeting in his mind.

Half a year ago, during the spring equinox, the Yin Evil Round Pond in the Soul Town Building suddenly became abnormal, surging, and the whirlpool in the pool swirled faster and faster, breaking through the shackles of the ground soul array, and rising more than half a meter high.

An Jie's soul appeared out of thin air on the whirlpool pillar, he looked around blankly, he didn't know where he was, he heard the sound of the smoke ghost group and the array guards fighting outside, floated away, wanted to open the door to see, but reached out but passed through the door.

After being stunned for a long time, An Jie passed through the door, the fight outside was something he had never seen before, tragic and weird, in order to avoid being injured and innocent, he hid in the depths of the courtyard.

In the process, he met Leng Yiren, who was curled up on the beam, like a wounded cat, her face covered by her long hair pale and weak, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

Even if he was weak, when Leng Yiren saw him, he grinned toothily, and for him who was lost and depressed, this smile could be described as a hundred beautiful people.

She's like her!

An Jie decided to help Leng Yiren, and he showed his signature sunny smile, and with a light touch of his toes, he flew up to the beam, and carefully picked her up.

Leng Yiren just struggled slightly, which made her look even weaker, sighed silently, and quietly leaned on An Jie's arms.

It was hot outside the house, and after looking left and right to confirm that there was no danger, An Jie carried Leng Yiren and quickly floated through the middle field, rushed into the Soul Town, and put her on the whirlpool pillar that was slowly descending.

Keep your eyes glued and don't blink.

Although they have only met for the first time, she has become the sustenance of his life!