Chapter 380

But the ring was exactly the same as the pattern, so she stayed, or at least got through it.

Mu Cangyun responded, but turned his eyes to other directions. Feng Qingge was able to say that Jade Jue was created by Tianwai Xuanjing, but Luoran didn't know it at all. And this Qiankun Ring does not recognize the master at all. If it is determined that Luoran is the master, it will definitely release a faint light just like before.

Luran, what are you hiding?

"In any case, bring Feng Qingge back to me." Mu Cangyun said through a voice transmission, he vaguely felt that he had missed something, and his heart palpitated. Why did Jade Jue lose its luster after Feng Qingge left? Mu Cangyun didn't even dare to imagine that he must find Feng Qingge.

The fiery red figure insisted on flying. Following behind Cai Junhao, the blood from his chest dripped down and fell on the leaves on the branches. The bloodless lips opened slightly, and the fire wings behind her disappeared in vain, like a kite with a broken string, and Feng Qingge fell towards the bottom.

"Feng Qingge?" Cai Junhao felt that something was wrong, and when he turned around, there was still Feng Qingge. His face sank, and he hurriedly jumped into the forest.

Are you going to die again?

The icy river water washed her blood-red body and drifted along the river. Even Feng Qingge didn't know where she would float. The heavy eyelids could no longer hold on, and she slowly closed her eyes. Only this time, there is no comrade-in-arms, no Hongzhe, there is only the heart-piercing pain.

"Fatty, come here before you die." A familiar voice echoed in her mind, Feng Qingge slowly opened her eyes, but everything introduced into her eyes made her complexion change drastically. The high-rise building is in front of you, the car downstairs keeps honking the horn, the familiar national flag, everything familiar, vividly in my mind.

And she, at the moment, is sitting on a rattan chair decorated with flowers, and there is steaming coffee on the coffee table in front of her. All these are so familiar, how could she forget? Standing up slowly, Feng Qingge's eyes became even more moist. Isn't the house in front of her the wedding room that she and Hongzhe worked hard to decorate?

How is it possible, how could she be here?

"Your world, I really don't understand. The air here is not good, the environment is not good, and there are a lot of messes that I can't understand. I just made a three-dimensional space based on your bursting memory, you You can come in at any time." The white figure was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his hand, writing something funny on the paper, just like how Feng Qingge was writing with a brush back then.

Isn't it true? Feng Qingge was slightly startled, and looked at the uncle who was sitting next to the fire stick, her heart was also put down, and she asked suspiciously: "Master, are your injuries all healed?"

"Thanks to you, Yujue pulled you back when your soul was about to leave the body, and even released the power to repair your soul. I also took care of it and recovered a lot." Burning Fire Stick nodded and said, At the same time, he clapped his hands and opened the door beside him.

Almost at that moment, the little chubby dimple with the cake in his mouth fell into Feng Qingge's arms like lightning, and the fluffy hair rubbed against Feng Qingge's body, making a childish childish voice, "Gege. , Ge Ge, I'm so afraid that you won't be able to wake up, woo woo woo..."

"Why are you so sad? Your brother and I are Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. There is no problem with mere minor injuries. However, are you able to speak?" Feng Qingge was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked the little fat piercer.

The green worms squeezed out from Xiaopang Dun'er's body, those eyes looked at Feng Qingge, giggled, and said, "Gege, under the care of Yujue, I can barely speak, but not yet. I'm very familiar, I can't be like Xueqiu, who can say a few words awkwardly, so it's better to transmit sound."

"Okay, but...why am I in my fantasy?" Feng Qingge rubbed these two little things, but he was trapped by the illusion of the three-eyed butterfly and almost lost his soul. To be able to create such a fantasy. As long as she misses that world, she can come here to see and feel it.

The burning stick weighed the pen in his hand, and said helplessly: "It's not because you lost consciousness. If there is a fall, we don't dare to help you easily. There are too many eyeliners outside, so we can only protect your body. Not too much damage. The blood guard didn't hurt you very much, and we have repaired your internal organs for you as quickly as possible. Just, the last blow, do you know what Luoran used?"

"What is it?" The corpse spell was ineffective against her, but Luoran's last sword almost killed her. Feng Qingge was slightly apprehensive, but still didn't dare to say anything.

Slowly standing up, the fire stick said in a low voice: "That sword is called the Heart Sword. Using your own thoughts as a sword, shoot through the hearts of others, and you can control the life and death of others at will. Fortunately, we move fast and take yours as a sword. The heart moved a little, otherwise you would be a corpse now. Even so, you can't underestimate the wound left by the heart sword. Even if it heals, it will leave scars that cannot be washed away."

"Even if I cut that piece of meat, wouldn't it work?" Subconsciously pressing her chest, Feng Qingge could even feel the pain in her heart. It was the wound left by Luo Ran, and it was Mu Cangyun who didn't trust her. scar.

Nodding his head, the fire stick shook his head and said: "Yes, there is no way, but you dare to cut the flesh on your chest, I really want to be a man." Bai Baifeng gave a light song, and the fire stick smiled helplessly.

With a soft smile, Feng Qingge shook his head and said, "It's fine, but I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously. What about men and women, I've spent too much time on the relationship between my sons and daughters, but I haven't found much of my Xuanji knife. As long as I have the Xuanji sword together, I will have absolute strength and arrogance. After all, it is better to use weapons that understand yourself."

"What do you mean, I don't understand you?" Burning Fire Stick raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Qingge. Every time Feng Qingge held him and shot, the movements he played were handsome and elegant, but they always lost a touch of charm. This is indeed related to weapons, and familiar weapons have their own sense of belonging.

However, before Xuanji's knives were gathered, Feng Qingge couldn't use those kitchen knives all the time, right?

After a light cough, the fire stick continued: "You have already left the country of Yun, and in the next time, learn the Bafang stick method. I will keep the Xuanji knife for you. You can't use them when cooking or killing people!" Qingge's head was knocked on the head, and the fire stick held the handle of the knife, but she said it a bit domineering.