The night is cold and cold.

The cry echoed in my ears.

Deciduous flowers, fluttering with the wind.

Qin Feng looked at Luo Qinghan who was squatting on the ground, and stepped forward slightly, but before this footstep landed, Luo Qinghan's voice sounded.

"You, don't come here!"

In a word, let Qin Feng stop.

"I, I... I want to be quiet. ”

Luo Qinghan stopped crying at this time, but raised his head, those eyes that were already completely red, with crystal tears, and the tears that slipped from his eyes made Luo Qinghan look even more pitiful under this moonlight.

It's not that she doesn't want to see Qin Feng.

She...

I just don't know how to face it.

So subconsciously, she chose to dodge.

Then, without waiting for Qin Feng to say anything, Luo Qinghan got up and turned around and entered the hall, closing the door of the hall with a 'clang'.

In the courtyard, only Qin Feng was left.

Looking at the direction of the palace gate, Qin Feng was silent for a long time, and finally turned around, and his figure disappeared in place.

He didn't know what the woman's mood was.

He also didn't know why Luo Qinghan had such emotions.

However, Qin Feng chose to respect.

Qin Feng didn't go anywhere else, but left the Qiulan Realm, but he didn't leave the Seventh Realm Heaven, where he went... It's her mother and sister, as well as the nameless small world where Qi Ling'er is.

Tomorrow's trip to the fairy court.

I don't know why, Qin Feng always has an indescribable worry in his heart, maybe... Gone forever.

This is not impossible.

Although on the surface, this kind of thing is almost impossible.

After all, tomorrow's Pan Tao Festival will go to the powerful forces of the entire heavens and ten thousand worlds, and the Dao realm and the Buddha realm will all attend.

If Zhang Bairen dares to mess around at the Peach Festival, it is estimated that the first person to die will definitely be him Zhang Bairen!

But no matter what, things in this world are never absolute, and no one can guess what will happen in the next moment, tomorrow.

Even though he is a sealed ghost and has the ability to measure heaven and earth, he... I don't dare to make sure of it.

A cup of tea.

In just a cup of tea, Qin Feng had already arrived at that nameless small world.

Now, it should not be called a nameless small world.

Qin Feng came up with a name for this small world, just one word: An.

Anngara.

What he hopes for is that his mother and sister can be quiet, peaceful, and carefree in this small world.

Directly entering the boundary gate, Qin Feng's figure instantly fell to the ground and came to the Fengxian Pavilion, where his mother Song Lan and sister Qin Chuxue both lived in this Fengxian Pavilion.

Of course, there is still Qi Ling'er, and... Nine clouds in the sky.

In fact, this trip to Anjie, Qin Feng also has a purpose, that is, to find Tianjiu Yanyun, there are some things... He had to do it.

He, the last royal bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Swallowing Heaven Clan, can no longer be silent here, Qin Feng has already asked Yijun to arrange manpower, and he has been constantly infiltrating the Nine-Tailed Swallowing Heaven Clan, laying the foundation for the revenge of the Heavenly Nine Swallowing Clouds in the future.

And now, this foundation... It's pretty much the same.

Again...

It's also an absolute opportunity.

Because the peach festival will be held tomorrow, the current wolf king has already attached to the fairy court, so he will naturally go to participate in the peach event.

The land of the Nine-Tailed Sky Swallowing Clan must be empty.

At this time... It is also the easiest opportunity for Tianjiu Yunyun to regain the throne!

Qin Feng's figure appeared in front of this Fengxian Pavilion, and he raised his head slightly... He could see that the lamp in the Fengxian Pavilion was still on.

The security realm is a little different from the time of the Qiulan realm.

If you have to calculate it, it is already early in the morning in the security realm, and the lights should not be on.

Qin Feng stepped into this Fengxian Pavilion, and the moment he stepped in, his figure was directly hidden, and others couldn't see it at all.

The second floor of the pavilion.

Qin Feng stepped into the room with the lights on, and the first thing he saw was his mother, Song Lan.

At this time, Song Lan was sitting by the candlelight, looking at something in his hand.

Qin Feng walked over, and he hid his figure, but Song Lan naturally couldn't see it.

Standing behind his mother, Qin Feng could clearly see that in Song Lan's hand, there was a... Photo.

Is that...

Photo of Qin Feng's father, Qin Xiao.

Heart, a fierce thump.

Those long-term memories all came to my mind at this moment.

Gone through so much...

Especially the particularity of the Ninth World's relationship, Qin Feng has to accept a new identity from time to time, and with many things entangled, Qin Feng has no time to think about anything.

Even many times, Qin Feng almost forgot that his name... It's called Qin Feng.

No matter what the name of the previous nine lives is, what they have done, and what they have experienced, at least... In this life, his name is Qin Feng.

His father is called Qin Xiao.

His mother is called Song Lan.

He has a younger sister, and her name is Qin Chuxue.

Qin Feng has always ignored these, he ignored his mother, his attachment and love for his father.

The heart, as if it was pressed by thousands of boulders, made Qin Feng almost out of breath.

Qin Feng stood behind Song Lan and looked at the photo in Song Lan's hand, this photo Qin Feng remembered that it was taken by his parents on the twentieth anniversary.

Looking at the man in the photo, looking at the man's smiling face, Qin Feng had complained countless times.

This father of his own, when facing his mother and sister, is smiling.

Only facing himself is a serious face.

The reason for this, Qin Feng later naturally understood it.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and a sound came out of him in an instant.

Just...

It's just three breaths.

Behind Qin Feng, an illusory figure appeared.

This figure is the projection of Yijun, obviously Yijun has something urgent to deal with now, and after receiving Qin Feng's edict, he only came as a projection.

"The deity needs to borrow your illusion. ”

Qin Feng's voice slowly spoke.

Naturally, Song Lan couldn't hear this voice, only Yijun behind him could hear it.

Yijun paused slightly, not quite understanding what Qin Feng wanted his dream fox clan's illusion to do, but since the Holy Venerable had spoken, there was naturally no reason to refuse.

"Yes. ”

As soon as Yijun raised his hand, in his hand, three purple rays of light appeared.

"These three illusion qi can be used three times to cast my dream fox supreme illusion. ”

"Thank you. ”

Qin Feng took the purple phantom qi in Yijun's hand, and a word of 'thank you' made Yijun bow and salute.

"The subordinates retired. ”

Yijun's projection body is gone.

And Qin Feng, the three purple phantom qi in his hand all rose ethereally, floating towards Song Lan, Qin Feng wanted to use the illusion of this dream fox clan to create a dream for Song Lan.

One...

The perfect dream allowed her to be in her dreams, but she regretted it.

In this dream, there is her husband, her daughter, and... Her son.