The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1782 Worry
After finishing speaking, Bai Qinghe realized that he had been tricked, and was set in a trap by that mysterious man before he knew it.

"Father, who are they? Where did they come from?"

Bai Qinghe's background was a bit chilly. If the man hadn't set him a trap to affect his emotions, if the man had directly killed him, would he have died there today?
Patriarch Bai shook his head, the man's face was blurred and people couldn't see clearly, but the clothes on his body were really noble, not something ordinary people could afford to wear, even a big family like them might not be able to wear them rise.

And that man carried a natural majesty of a superior in his gestures and gestures, so it could be that man.

A figure appeared in the mind of the inexplicable Bai family, but the next moment he shook his head quickly, smashing that shadow into pieces.

No no no, it won't be that one.

With that ability, why would he get along with a woman from a small and run-down family? It must not be.

The night is as cool as water, the slightly cold wind is blowing on the sea surface, setting off waves, a gust of brackish sea breeze blows towards the face, Leng Wuyou stands on the edge of the endless sea, looking into the distance.

The black hair was blown up by the wind, revealing her delicate and beautiful face. She was dressed in red, and she looked like a fairy under the moon in the dark night, bewitching. , darkened his eyes.

Jun Moyuan came from a distance, put his hand on her shoulder, put Leng Wuyou half in his arms, rested his chin on the top of the little girl's hair, and rubbed it lightly.

"Why did you come out? I haven't had a good rest these days."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded above his head, and Leng Wuyou raised his eyelids.

"Stupid? Practitioners won't get tired if they don't rest for a month."

Jun Moyuan raised his hand and lifted a strand of hair from the little girl's ear and wrapped it around his fingertips, "No, I'm worried about you. You're not in a good mood. What's the matter? Are you worried about the Leng family?"

After coming out of the endless seabed, the little girl didn't seem to be very interested, often distracted.

Leng Wuyou nodded, "En."

Ever since she knew that the flow rate of time in the upper realm was different from that in the lower realm of Canglan, she had been worrying about the Leng family, but it hadn't been revealed until today when the Ling family was besieged by the Bai family. Only then did she feel a little uneasy.

Calculating the time, it has been more than a year and a half since she came to the upper realm, while the lower realm of Canglan estimated that five years have passed.

No one has found her shadow within five years, so many people probably think she is dead.

The accident at that time came suddenly, and she left suddenly.

There are still many enemies in the Leng family, and the royal family is a big tiger. She is worried that if they don't go back for a long time, those people will be restless without her deterrence.

Leng Wuyou frowned and let out a long breath of foul air, and raised her hand to touch the center of her eyebrows. It seemed that she wanted to quickly settle the matter in the upper realm, and then she would go back first.

"Okay, don't worry, there are people from the Thirty-Third Palace at the Leng's house to help see that everything will be fine."

Jun Moyuan raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles between the little girl's eyebrows, with a look of helplessness on her face, the little girl likes to worry about this and that, and she doesn't worry about herself at all.

Alas, there are many dangers around me, but I don't take it to heart at all.

"Qibao, what should I do with you?"

Jun Moyuan's voice was light and fluttering, and it happened that a gust of wind blew his voice into pieces, so that Leng Wuyou couldn't hear him clearly. She looked up at him, "What did you just say?"

"I said." Jun Moyuan raised his eyebrows, turned the little girl's head around, and gently squeezed his little girl's chin with one hand, "Qibao should rest, otherwise he won't grow tall~"

Because the last word is elongated, it has an inexplicably provocative meaning.

Leng Wuyou's eyes moved, and the tips of his ears turned red, he raised his hand to slap Jun Moyuan's hand away and stared at him.

"Just talk well, what are you doing with your hands and feet? Also, keep your tone normal, and goosebumps will rise."

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