"Sister Wan, what's wrong with you?" Feng Ling's left hand desperately grabbed Qin Wanxi's longbow, and the right hand that had just been raised was retracted to his mouth, and his pale face was full of anxiety. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qin Wanxi came to her senses, stroked her aching cheeks, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, looking at the place where the demon had "appeared" just now, but she couldn't find a trace.

"Sister Wan, what do you see?" asked Feng Ling uneasily.

"It's nothing!" Qin Wan calmed down, got up and patted the dust on her dress, and walked towards the broken gate.

"Sister Wan..."Feng Ling was stunned, caught up and took Qin Wanxi's hand, and said timidly: "Ling'er has nothing to do so so she slapped my sister, my sister won't be annoyed with me!"

"Oh, is there any?" Qin Wanxi looked at Feng Ling with a confused expression, as if she didn't know anything, and then her eyes blinked, showing a hint of naughtiness, and her palm gently brushed her face, jokingly: "Now it's even, let's go!"

"Hmm!" Feng Ling was relaxed and followed Qin Wanxi into the village.

Walking through the ruins, Qin Wanxi's face gradually became solemn. Feng Ling could also see that she wanted to touch the masonry and rubble, but her hand stretched out, but she couldn't bear to touch it, as if the fire had not stopped that night, and those pavilions and pavilions were still burning, burning her hands. Although the wind spirit had been here before, the feeling in his heart at that time was not as shocking as it was at this moment.

Qin Wanxi looked at her former residence, which was a warm place that she had quietly named "Dark Fragrance Residence". But at this time, the fragrance of the past is nowhere to be found, and all that remains is the piles of broken bricks and tiles in front of you. Qin Wanxi walked in it with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the edges and corners of the bricks and tiles made her feet hurt, but she still didn't want to leave. After walking for a while, she stopped, gazing at the place affectionately, as if to say her final goodbye! Then, she turned around, took the hand of the wind spirit, and left, never looking back.

After walking for a while, Qin Wanxi's mood was a little calmer, she raised her head, and unconsciously came to the vicinity of the Sword Screaming Hall, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the once supreme status of the Holy Land could not escape the doom of destruction. But since approaching this place, Qin Wanxi had a strange feeling in her heart. Although it was broad daylight at the moment, and the sun was shining on her body and she was slightly hot, there was still an evil aura in the Sword Howling Hall, which made her shudder. Qin Wanxi couldn't help but look at Feng Ling, and a look of disgust also appeared on her face, as if she didn't want to stay here for even a moment.

"Ling'er, you are waiting for me in the same place!" Qin Wanxi let go of Feng Ling's hand and walked towards the depths of the Sword Hall alone.

"Sister Wan, be careful!" the wind spirit reminded behind her, and walked to a sunny place to stay, feeling a little more comfortable.

"Got it!" Qin Wanxi agreed, her back hidden behind the high wall that was covered with burn marks but still standing.

Time passed slowly, and a stick of incense had passed, but Qin Wanxi's figure did not appear, Feng Ling was really anxious, and walked around the Jianxiao Hall, but saw that the building structure here was really complex and solid, like layers of mountains, blocking its core position tightly. Feng Ling looked at it, but he couldn't see anywhere, and he was even more anxious at the moment, and kept complaining to himself, why didn't he accompany Sister Wan at that time!

Qin Wanxi walked in the ruins, going around layer by layer, and the more she walked in, the heavier the gloomy aura became. At this time, the sun is high, and the almost direct sunlight is bounced away when it comes here, from the outside to the inside, as if from spring to winter. Walking to the innermost layer, Qin Wanxi seemed to fall into a swamp that would never sink, the pores on her body were blocked, and every time she moved, it was like being in a turbulent water, and the undercurrents and whirlpools in her breath made it difficult for her to move an inch. Qin Wanxi sensed her weakness and tried her best to move towards the periphery, but it was not easy to say!

Qin Wanxi moved her hands and feet, stretched freely, adjusted her breath, and breathed without hindrance. She frowned slightly, and glanced around suspiciously, just as she had seen her when she first met. She paced back and forth a few steps, stepping on the ground beneath her feet, and the ground sent a solid response. Qin Wanxi was puzzled, but she never saw anything wrong, and slowly retreated. Just as she was about to walk out of the Sword Screaming Hall, a pile of rubble scattered, and in the ashes flying, a dazzling light suddenly shot out.

Qin Wanxi walked out of the Sword Hall and found that the wind spirit was bowing her head and talking to herself, so she thought about walking towards her.

At this moment, Feng Ling was bowing his head and twisting the stones under his feet, and there were words in his mouth: "If Sister Shuwan doesn't show up after counting these ten, I will definitely go in to find her!" The Wind Spirit stomped his feet and was about to fulfill his promise, when he was suddenly slapped on the back.

"Huh?" Feng Ling was shocked by this sudden palm slap, shouted, hurriedly flashed to the side, and only stopped when he dodged out of Sanzhang, and when he looked back, Qin Wanxi was standing in place, looking at himself blankly, and the hand that slapped himself just now was still in the air, as if he had forgotten to take it back.

Could it be that his own scream caught Sister Wan off guard? Looking at Sister Wan who was stunned, thinking of her embarrassment just now, Feng Ling was ashamed and happy. She walked back to Qin Wanxi with a smile, but she was embarrassed to look at her, pursed her lips, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms.

"Sister Wan, where are you going?" Feng Ling lowered her head, her voice was inaudible, how could she think of the danger that Qin Wan had just experienced!

"I want to... I think... You just come with me!" Qin Wanxi also seemed to forget what happened in the Sword Screaming Hall, and said writhingly.

"Oh! I know! it must be that person!" Feng Ling finally transferred all the embarrassment all his body to Qin Wanxi, and said briskly.

"Ghost clever!" Qin Wanxi glanced at Feng Ling, leaving her and walking forward.

What Qin Wanxi was going to was Qin Yuan's former residence. When she was a childhood sweetheart, Qin Wanxi also gave it a nickname, called "Broken Cloud Residence", which means the domineering spirit of "waving a sword to break the floating clouds, and the princes come to the west". But Qin Yuan always felt that it was inappropriate, and under the pretext that the name of this house rushed to the name of Long Yun, the supreme sword technique of this sect, he refused to use it no matter what. Qin Wanxi told Feng Ling the reason for this name, and between the words, the words and swords at that time were still vivid, but now, seeing Qin Yuan again, Qin Wanxi could not be willful and commanding, only the soldiers met.

Even if Qin Wanxi couldn't tell the direction, the "Broken Cloud Residence" was very easy to find, because it looked so complete and so abrupt against the backdrop of the surrounding ruined walls.

"It's really a bit of a "tiger looking at what a hero"!" Feng Lingren said quickly, tilting his head.