It seems vaguely like a pair of Bi Ren, but at this moment, there is no such good eyesight.
When the boatman saw the white shadow, he was frightened and swallowed.
Qiao didn't look for anyone today. She just put out an array and disappeared in the same place with song Yanqing.
The white shadow suddenly disappeared, and the boatman's mobile phone dropped.
Then there was the scream of the earth shaking --
"ah, ah, police uncle, I saw the ghost
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when song Yanqing opened his eyes, they had already stood by the gate of the cave.
The dark surroundings and humid atmosphere make song Yanqing such a precious young master a little uncomfortable.
After all, it's in the mountains. You can imagine the environment.
On the arm, actually put on a slightly cool hand, but warmer than anything.
Qiao Jin's voice was clear and clear in his ears: "I hold you, even if you enter the array, you will know. You are a soul teller and will not be manipulated by the array, but you can experience the plot that the array mage wants you to experience, and the things you want may be hidden in the plot. "
Song Yanqing said in a slow voice, "I thought this kind of thing would be buried."
Qiao today chuckled: "for master array, it's better to hide such things in the array. Once the fan appears, you can only hold it in your hand, so you can only get it. So, you can find the folding fan. Time back array, you can think everything is false, can also be true. What you get is real. "
People who go back to time, everything they experience in the plot is consuming their vitality.
So once you can't get out of the character, you can only die in the array.
Unless the people in the line don't want you to die.
Song Yanqing nodded: "I will pay attention to it."
Qiao nodded and pulled song Yanqing together and pushed the door directly.
She had already felt the breath of the array. She relaxed herself and felt that she was surrounded by a special breath.
On the wrist, suddenly came a closer touch.
Song Yanqing took her hand.
It's just for the convenience of two people always in the same place. After all, it's too dark inside, and there's array shielding, so it's easy to be dispersed.
That's all Joe has in his head today.
But she couldn't think too much.
When she opened her eyes, it was already bright.
The man lying on the bed was pale, even though it could not stop his unique style. He had a very handsome face and a strong and iron spirit that few men had. It was like killing an enemy in the battlefield.
But now the pale face, slightly blocked the spirit.
He was holding Qiao Jin's hand, and his eyebrows and eyes were soft. He said, "Qin Niang, when I come back to the battlefield, I will lift the sedan chair eight times to win you as wife."
Now Joe took back his hand and blocked the apathy that suddenly appeared in his eyes. He only whispered: "good."
She became a woman in the theater, huqin, the number one in the theater.
A graceful and beautiful, singing opera is very moving.
But she is not Hu Qin after all, she just replaces Hu Qin, entered this role, she is still Qiao Jin, must block the indifference in his eyes.
She has no feelings for anyone, only the inexplicable memory in her mind.
This memory, only the ongoing process, no end.
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