Chu Ci frowned and felt the surrounding breath gradually return to normal. He tilted his head, and the black hair swayed behind him. Then he said, "It's okay. It's probably someone who did something to you, but it's the same as before. No matter what it was, I was scared away before it got close."

He turned and raised his hand and pushed Yan Ting into the house.

Yan Ting walked a few steps with her strength, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, looked at her, and laughed, "It seems that I still have some use?"

"Yes, yes, you are the most scary, you can be the door god."

Chu Ci answered with a smile.

After speaking, he was suddenly taken aback, and a voice rang in his ear, as if it was still a little immature, with a gloomy and sickly, a little harsh.

‘...All these things...should disappear...’

Chu Ci:?

Although it seems to be slightly different from the current one, it is indeed... Yan Ting's voice.

what's the situation? Chu Ci silently called Cha Bai in his heart, and asked Cha Bai to find out what happened.

But Yan Ting noticed Chu Ci's dazedness, and stopped to look over, only to see Chu Ci's eyes confused, his brows frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Did you talk just now?" Chu Ci raised his hand to hold his ears, frowned slightly, and then flashed countless images in front of his eyes, making Chu Ci a little dazed.

These pictures are a bit like... the memories of the identity of this plane, but fragmented, so that she can only vaguely see a few fragments, can't put it together, but can feel the unspeakable kind of identity that originally belonged to this identity Sadness and despair.

Seeing Chu Ci's weird expression in front of him, this feeling of being out of control made Yan Ting frown irritably, and finally couldn't help raising his hand to directly bring Chu Ci into his arms, bending over and approaching, his black eyes sinking. "what?"

Yan Ting saw the little girl raise her eyes, her lips pressed slightly, ambiguous, "I seemed to hear you just now... I probably heard it wrong."

Since she said that she heard it, the possibility of hearing it wrong is estimated to be very small.

There was a not-so-good premonition in his heart. This feeling made Yan Ting tighten his fingers, and he was a bit worried about gains and losses.

He didn't move, so he lowered his eyes to look at Chu Ci, and finally lifted Chu Ci's chin with the tip of his finger. He couldn't see any emotion in his eyes. He suddenly laughed. The corners of his lips were clearly bent and his voice was low. It was tempting, but the breath on his body was a little dangerous.

"What did Porcelain Treasure just hear? What's wrong, don't hold it by yourself, tell me, OK?"

With that said, he leaned close and touched Chu Ci's lips lightly.

The touch he touched lightly did not actually have any special touch, but it was like the long wind and thousands of miles finally came to the destination, and the thousand-year-old dead wood finally came in spring again, exploding the emotions he had originally noticed but had not noticed. come out.

At the same time, he also affected the harsh, cold, indifferent, and pathological emotions that he had restrained after meeting Chu Ci. These emotions were so suppressed by him, and finally put his lips on Chu Ci's lips again.

He was certain, or he had been certain since he hadn't realized it long ago, and asked her to stay with her.

But no matter how he used his methods to reach the sky, things like elves and ghosts might not be accessible to him, so he had to admit that even he would have this kind of panic, which would involve all the negative emotions in his heart.