Chapter 557

So he can learn more from iris without paying any price.

Ha ha, Wei iris, it's not enough for you to have a smart mind. What you lack is experience and the city.

This time you're going to be in my hand!

Until the footsteps outside can't be heard any more, Wei iris will hold the comb in her hand and put it down with relief!

Set off the cold eyes to see the direction of leaving the city!

You will lose again this time!

When Wei iris turned around and was about to blow out the candle to go to bed, the door was opened again.

The frightened wind chant came in a little later. Seeing Wei iris's frown and frightened eyes in it, she recovered. Then she came to Wei iris.

Directly in Wei iris's arms, a very scared look: "Wei iris, I'm so afraid!"

"It's OK, it's OK!" When Wei iris saw the wind chant, she was alert at first, but then the wind chant made her not alert.

Because schizophrenic people can't imitate another person, even if they imitate, they can't imitate so much.

It's absolutely impossible to make another wind chant that is killing people pretend to be the same wind chant as the little white rabbit.

Feng Yin pitifully hugs Wei iris's body, puts her head on her shoulder, pouts her mouth, just like a child. She is wronged and doesn't cry at that time, but when she sees her relatives appear, she immediately opens her mouth and begins to cry.

"It hurts so much here!" Although the wind sing wants to cry, but still strong will tear to force out, then point to own abdomen.

At that time, although the foot strength of Baili Qingcheng was not too hard, the abdomen was the softest part of the body after all, and although there was internal power and martial arts in Fengyin, he didn't know how to use it.

So this foot is more powerful for the wind chant. At that time, after hitting the tree, he was completely unconscious.

Weiiri pulls Fengyin to the bedside, then unties Fengyin's clothes, and sees that there is a black green with the size of a footprints in Fengyin's abdomen. It can be seen that this foot is multiple for Fengyin.

At that time, the wind chanted how painful it was.

"It's OK. Just have a good rest for a few days!" After all, Li Qingcheng wants the evil wind Yin to wake up, so this foot will not kill the wind Yin.

Weiiris let Fengyin lie down, but Fengyin reported that weiiris's shoulder didn't give up. Her little eyes narrowed pitifully: "back hurts too!"

Wei iris sighed: "do you sleep on your side?"

Feng Yin nodded quietly, took off his shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed. After lying on the bed, he pulled the sleeve of Wei iris, opened a pair of dark eyes, and looked at Wei iris in the hope of wings: "Wei iris, you want to tell me a story, and I want to go to the fairy tale world! Then I won't hurt! "

Wei iris looks at Fengyin and nods. She hopes that Fengyin is always like this.

Fear is afraid of wind Yin's mental illness will suddenly attack.

A large part of this is related to his living environment, and it is also a psychological reason.

Unfortunately, she is not a psychology student. She can only bring Fengyin to contact with some kind people. Living in a very simple and warm environment, the symptoms of Fengyin may be changed.

Wei iris tries to tell the fairy tale a little better and warmer, so that when the wind sings into the dream, his world will be more beautiful and he will be more happy.

"I'll be jealous of you!" A voice of lengbuding rings from behind the kite.

When Wei irises around, she sees Mu Jin in black standing by the window like a bamboo. Her eyes are full of warm smile.

"MOJIN, how did you get in?" Wei iris breathed out in surprise, but next second she fell into Mu Jin's warm and familiar arms.

In his body, the tail kite smelled the smell of long-time absence. If the light sandalwood had penetrated into the tip of her nose, she felt extremely relieved.

Mujin rubs Wei iris's head and wraps her small body in her arms: "naturally, she has come in with all her heart!"

"How on earth did you come in? How do you know I'm here? And how did you avoid the guards outside? " Wei asked a lot of questions.

The guards outside are all first-class experts. It's very difficult for mujin not to disturb them!

"Ning Fuyan has drawn me the internal drawings of the Tiansha Pavilion. There is a secret road leading to all parts of the Tiansha Pavilion. Naturally, I came in through these secret roads!" Mujin's words were intimate and disappeared for a month. He missed her so much. Before entering the water area, his heart was impatient. However, he had to press the anxiety in his heart and patiently analyze every secret record.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, let alone seeing iris Wei, it will be hard to protect himself.

Wei iris raised her eyes and looked at mujin with clear and beautiful eyes: "how's it going? Is he OK? Did you come with you? "

Wei said that she was going to look out of the window, but mujin stopped Wei and put her hands on her waist: "he can't come, but he took blood pills, and now his body is much better than before. Let's leave now?"

"Blood pill? Have you found the blood pill? " When Wei iris heard the word, she immediately asked. At the beginning, Ning Zaiyan always thought that the blood pill was in mujin's place. As a result, mujin gave her a fake one, which hurt Ning Zaiyan badly.

"Well, I came so late to find a blood pill for Ning zheyan!" Mujin nodded and took Wei's hand to leave.

But Wei iris came to the bed. When mujin saw the sleeping man on the bed, she asked, "you want to take him with you?"

Wei iris nodded: "yes, we can't let Fengyin stay here, or he will become the same as before!"

However, mujin hesitated for a moment: "but if he wakes up, it will be bad for us!"

Mujin looked at the sweet wind singing on the bed, as if she saw herself in the mirror.

"Mujin, when we leave here, I will explain to you!" Now the time is tight, and Wei iris has no time to explain everything to Mu Jin.

Mujin nods, Wei iris wakes up the wind chant from the bed, and then follows mujin into the secret way of Tiansha Pavilion.

There was a silence in the dark night, only the footsteps of the guards when they were changing posts, and the sound of the sword friction.