Chapter 711

When he opened his eyes, Jiang Lin first saw a sky.

No, it's not so much the sky as nothing pure blue.

There are no white clouds and no sun, as if the tentacles of the sky are available, or you are on the sky!

Wait, where is this?

Jiang Lin got up. His skull hurt a little. He was drowsy. He seemed to have slept for four or five days.

Jiang Lin remembered that he came to the ninth floor of the library, and then somehow went into the tenth floor of the library, which was a small space.

Then, I was hit by a piece of little red paper, spread out the little red paper, and... Then it seems to be here.

In other words, this is not a secret little world, is it?

Is there another small world in the small world? So fierce?

"Hey, boy, stop sleeping and get up to practice."

When Jiang Lin was still confused, a light and crisp female voice came from the distance.

When I looked at Jiang Lin, I found that a little Zhengtai was lying on his back on the ground panting on the clouds not far away.

A girl in a red dress came to the little Zhengtai, stroked the skirt, squatted down, supported her chin in one hand and a green bud branch in the other hand, poked and poked at the little Zhengtai's face, and the bright red mother of pearl in the middle of her eyebrows was as beautiful as fire.

At the moment of seeing the red skirt girl's face clearly, Jiang Lin's eyes wrinkled, and that night reappeared in Jiang Lin's mind again.

Jiang Lin will never forget this face in his life

She is... Rongjiao

In other words, what I just touched is the information about melting and branding. In fact, this is not a small world, but the illusion that melting and branding paper replaces me.

"OK, sister rongjiao..."

The little boy supported himself and struggled to get up. As a result, he didn't grasp his balance and fell forward.

Rongjiao got up to protect and held xiaozhengtai in his arms. This time, rongjiao sat on the ground and the little boy sat in rongjiao's arms.

"Well, well, when it comes to practicing kung fu, you really practice Kung Fu. Look at you now. You're still practicing kung fu. You're really not afraid to practice yourself to death."

Rongjiao crumpled the little Zhengtai's head into a chicken nest. Jiang Lin was stunned by his doting appearance.

Is this really melting?

This gentle expression, this doting look

This is not right

Recalling that night, Rong Luo was whipped by the sword, but she still looked a little excited, as well as her proud little expression.

It's hard for Jiang Lin to connect rongjiao with the gentle and playful girl in front of him.

No... what did melting and branding go through

"No, sister rongjiao, master will scold me." In her tender arms, xiaozhengtai still wanted to get up, but he was already tired and didn't have much strength. How could he do it.

"Then wait. Take a rest first. My sister will help you recover your spirit and strength."

Rongjiao combed little Zhengtai's hair and restored his strength with divine power.

After half a column of incense, rongluo stood up and smiled and pulled up the little Zhengtai who had recovered his strength: "well, Jiang Feng, let's go and play with my sister."

Jiang Lin: "??"

Until he shouted out the name of Jiang Feng, Jiang Lin didn't know that it was himself! No, I should say that I didn't know how many generations I was a child.

But... It's OK to say it's yourself

"No, sister rongjiao, I will be scolded by my master."

"Don't worry, my sister will help you this time! Sister, she won't scold you, she will only scold me. " Rongjiao patted her small but not small, just right chest.

Xiao Jiangfeng was wronged: "sister rongluo, you said that last time."

"Don't worry, there must be no next time, and sister Kan Zhi won't know. She's just secretly lazy. It's useless to practice foolishly at ordinary times."

"Wait... Sister rongjiao... I still..."

"Go..."

Before xiaojiangfeng resisted, rongjiao had already pulled xiaojiangfeng away and crossed a fiery red cloud in the sky.

Jiang Lin on one side found that the scene changed again, but Jiang Lin already understood.

That piece of red paper is not like some paper that simply records the information of gods. The red paper opened by herself contains her memory of divine consciousness.

And I'm watching in her memory.

Xiaojiang Maple was melted and pulled into a god orchard that was in charge of the gods of the plants in the world.

Rongluo took Xiao Jiangfeng and hid in other people's orchards with great interest. Then he specially picked some precious divine fruits that were old. After picking them, he stuffed them into Xiao Jiangfeng's mouth, regardless of whether his small mouth can be eaten or not.

"Melting! It's you again! And you Terran boy! Come back to me! Oh, I swear, I will smash your ass this time! "

Rongjiao was finally found, holding Jiang Feng's hand and running wildly. Xiaojiang Feng was pulled and floated like a flag flying in the wind, and his mouth was still chewing.

Because melting brand "threatens" him. If you dare to spit it out, you will be thrown into the orchard.

Finally, she fled the orchard. Xiao Jiangfeng looked at her knees, sweating and panting. She looked at Xiao Jiangfeng's hairstyle, which was blown into a chicken nest by the wind. They were stunned at first, and then pointed to each other and laughed.

Unfortunately, they didn't laugh for long. A gentle woman stood behind them and looked at them with a smile.

The moment he saw the woman, Jiang Lin's heart ached!

Cover your chest tightly! Looking at her gentle, Jiang Lin found that he could no longer move his eyes, and the pain in his heart was becoming stronger and stronger.

Remorse, sadness and reluctance... All kinds of emotions filled Jiang Lin's heart.

He didn't know why he had this feeling, and he didn't have any impression of her, but what Jiang Lin felt was incomparable familiarity.

It seems that this is the most important woman in my life. I can abandon everything and even life for her.

"Don't worry, sister Fuzhi. It's all Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng insisted that I take him to play."

Jiang Feng: "

Gentle, she carried one in her hand and carried rongjiao and Jiang Feng back to the yard.

"Fuzhi..."

Jiang Lin, still standing in place, looked at her back and subconsciously read.

"Zhizhi..... Zhizhi......"

Jiang Lin kept reading, clutching his chest and sweating. He wanted to remember that these two words seemed to be engraved in his soul. He was very familiar, but he couldn't remember them.

"Zheng..."

When Jiang Lin almost fell into a heart demon, the heart of the sword was clear! Jiang Lin suddenly trembled. At this time, he was sweating. However, the name still kept echoing. Her appearance and elegance made people willing to be possessed.