Feng Ling's current learning and selling made Qin Wanxi cry and laugh. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Sister Wan, do you want to go in?" Feng Ling pulled Qin Wanxi's sleeves.

Qin Wanxi hesitated, not knowing how to answer, as if what was hidden in the house was the flood beast.

"Sister Wan, since that person has caused a catastrophe, you and I are going to go to his residence to find out!" Feng Ling saw through Qin Wanxi's thoughts and said in a high-sounding manner.

"Ling'er is becoming more and more like the head of the Jing Dao!" Qin Wanxi's face turned red, accepted Feng Ling's kindness, and walked towards the door of the "Broken Cloud Residence".

Although she knew that there was no one in the house, Qin Wanxi still felt inexplicable palpitations, and the closer she got to it, the stronger this feeling became. Standing at the door, through the dilapidated and scattered doors, you can see the furnishings inside. But for a while, she seemed to have lost her strength, and she couldn't take that step.

With a clang, the two doors were kicked to the ground, and a small figure flashed in.

"Sister Wan, come in!" Feng Ling stood inside the room and beckoned to Qin Wanxi.

"Alas!" Qin Wanxi sighed and stepped into the door.

Once she was in the middle of it, her previously indescribable thoughts disappeared out of thin air, perhaps the chaos in front of her pulled her back to reality. She paced slowly around the house, as if she were wandering in her own garden, even if all she saw was a mess. As if she couldn't tolerate the chaos in the room, she picked up the crooked table and chair, and cleaned up the books scattered on the floor, perhaps because it was more difficult to organize than she expected, she simply threw the things in her hand on the ground again.

"Sister Wan, stay here for a while, I'll take a look elsewhere!" said the wind spirit, fleeing towards the house.

"Hey..."Qin Wanxi was about to talk, but the wind spirit was gone.

Qin Wanxi sat alone in the room, her eyes swept over the tattered in front of her, and the memories of the past poured out irrepressibly, restoring the damage in her field of vision. She got up and lay beside the bed, the bedding on the bed curled up in a ball, most of the bed exposed, and it was obvious that it had been rummaged through.

What are they looking for? Proof? He would never be so stupid! Money? There can't be too much here! There can be only a surplus of medical texts that are his biggest headache. At this time, the medical books scattered all over the place were not like this in the past, these books were always neatly arranged, and the cover spine was spotless. At this point, Daddy knows him best, it's just a show, just because he practices diligently, but he never says it, but at this time, Daddy's brows will always twist into pimples, deliberately test him with a few headaches, watch him scratch his ears and cheeks, and answer what he asked.

Thinking about it, Qin Wanxi couldn't help but sigh, and involuntarily got up and made his bed, and after a while, his bed was restored to its former appearance. Perhaps it was the grief of the past few days that made her unable to succeed, and her eyes were dark, and she knew that she was not good, so she hurriedly grabbed the head of the bed and sat down.

"It's okay... It's okay..."Qin Wanxi secretly rejoiced, and was about to stand up after sitting for a while, but unexpectedly, there was another wave of dizziness, and her stomach was even more hungry, and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten any food for several days. Just thinking about whether to go back to rest with Feng Ling, there was a wet and sticky feeling in the palm of the hand holding the head of the bed, Qin Wanxi was puzzled and looked in front of her, and suddenly found that the palm of her hand was full of blood.

"Huh?" Qin Wanxi's eyes widened, looking at the head of the bed, there was no difference, and then looking at the palm of her hand, except for the sour numbness, it was also the same as usual. I must have fainted from hunger, and my eyes were full of black mess, but this blood... He was seriously injured at that time, and he had vomited blood once, and it was here that Qin Wanxi stared at the bed board, and the slap marks on it seemed to be faintly recognizable.

"Sister Wan, I'm back!" With a crisp voice, Feng Ling walked in through the door, sat lazily on the bed, and leaned towards the end of the bed.

"Oops!" As soon as Feng Ling touched the bed, he quickly sank down, and sat up with his strength on the edge of the bed, looking at the place where he had just sat with a suspicious face.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Qin Wanxi came back to her senses and asked with concern.

"It's weird!" muttered the Wind Spirit, lifting the futon at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, the bed board at this time was not flat, and without the pressure of the bedding, one of the wooden blocks was abruptly cocked, as if it was in disrepair. She pressed the bulging block, and it sank down, and when she let go of her hand, it bounced up again.

"Could it be... Is it an organ?" the wind spirit statue was asking, but seeing that Qin Wanxi also nodded slightly, it should be slightly the same.

The wind spirit completely erected the wooden block, and where the wooden block was missing, a dark grid appeared. The two of them glanced at each other, and together they turned their heads towards the dark grid. It's not empty, it's... The Wind Spirit reached out and took out two things. One is a letter, the other is a scrap of paper. Feng Ling handed the letter to Qin Wanxi, and he took the scrap of paper and looked at it for a long time, feeling very familiar.

"Where do you seem to have seen this page?" the wind spirit racked his brain, searching for his impressions.

"Sister Wan, what is written in that letter?" There was no answer for a while, so Feng Ling simply didn't want to, and asked Qin Wanxi. Qin Wanxi seemed to have never heard of it, her hand holding the letterhead trembled slightly, and when her gaze swept over the last word, it was like five thunderbolts, wanting to cry without tears, and casually threw the letter to Feng Ling. Feng Ling hurriedly took it and read it carefully, but saw that there were not many words on the letter, and it began with the words: "Qin Yuan Wu'er..." However, every day is clear, and the revenge for his father will not be avenged... About three o'clock tomorrow, we will start together... "When the wind spirit saw this, it was like a blind man touching an elephant, and he didn't know why he had written such an inexplicable book, and when he saw the signature, he was stunned.

"It's... Sister Wan, how is this possible?" Feng Ling asked in disbelief as he pointed to those three words.

"In black and white, it's the devil, what else is going on?" Qin Wanxi burst into tears and said bitterly: "This thief actually recognizes the thief as his father, and his father treats him like a mountain, he..."

"Sister Wan, there's a fragment here, do you recognize it?" Feng Ling handed over the small half of the page in his hand.

"It's like... The Dingyuan grass on this picture, but the one that the wind master gave to his father?" Qin Wanxi wiped her tears and guessed.

"That's right!" Feng Ling patted his head and said, "Uncle also has a similar fragment, I'll go back and hand it to him, and I'll know if it's a pair!

"Submit it together, I didn't believe it originally, but now the evidence is conclusive, I don't share the sky with him!" Qin Wanxi gritted her silver teeth, eager to slash that ungrateful thief now.

"Hmm!" Feng Ling knew that she was extremely angry, so she agreed for the time being, reset the dark grid, restored the bedding, and helped the weak Qin Wanxi to walk out.