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The expression of her daughter's family was revealed inadvertently again, and the brilliance of the moonlight suddenly seemed dimmed. This time, Feng Qinglang couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, as if she had seen Nan Xinghun's real appearance clearly. It is a rare beauty in life, it is a beauty that can make the world lose its color.

Nan Xinghun immediately realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly pursed his pouting lips again, Feng Qinglang also quickly calmed down and smiled awkwardly.

But he reacted quickly, and quickly resolved the embarrassment: "The law of time is different from other laws. As the creator of this piece of law, you must immerse yourself in time in the world of your laws. If you don't believe in time yourself, then the law The world would collapse."

Nan Xinghun showed a thoughtful look, and after thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "I wonder why it is different from the way of using the law of space..."

"Well, the law of time emphasizes intoxication and comprehension, while the law of space emphasizes control!" When Feng Qinglang said this, the water in the cup condensed into beads again and floated up.

This surprised Nan Xinghun, his eyes clearly said, you also know the law of time?

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "If it is the law of the water system, then we must firmly grasp the fluctuations of the water element world and use it for ourselves. But now it is the law of time, what we need to outline is their future state or past state... ..."

Feng Qinglang said a lot lightly, and even many doors related to the future of the law of time opened a gap for Nan Xinghun one by one. As long as the opportunity comes, Nan Xinghun can naturally use these small gaps to open these doors one by one.

At the end, Nan Xinghun suddenly asked: "If the law of time is cultivated to the peak, can time and space be reversed, and dead people can be resurrected?"

Feng Qinglang was startled, some people and things that passed away couldn't help swimming in his mind, he hastily suppressed the surge of bitterness, and said softly: "It is said that if the law of time is cultivated to the extreme, it is true Time and space can be reversed, and the dead can be reappeared. However, that is a realm where one needs to look up and cannot see the back of the neck..."

Nan Xinghun's eyebrows suddenly lit up with joy, as if he felt that life was full of hope again, and he didn't know how high Feng Qinglang needed to look up without seeing his back.

Feng Qinglang couldn't bear to hit her, so she just smiled and said, "You want to reverse the time?"

Nan Xinghun turned his head out of the window and said softly: "Well, I want to meet...the mother I have never seen before."

In order to interpret the law of time, Feng Qinglang had already taken over this small space, so even if Nan Xinghun turned around and turned his back to him, he could still see those crystal eyes clearly.

Nan Xinghun sniffed hard, then tried to smile and said: "Although I have seen my mother in the hall since I was a child, it is just a portrait of the magic pattern. I always hope that I can talk to her instead of looking at her. standing there unchanging..."

Feng Qinglang was silent about it, thinking of the barren garden of the Nan family, where Nan Xinghun grew up, without maternal love, his father was depressed for a long time, and lacked contact with the outside world, only one playmate, Nan Yong, but in front of him, there was still Had to pretend to be a boy from a young age...

She must be in a daze from time to time, dejected, looking forward to having someone to confide in, right?Perhaps, since she was a child, she must have thrown herself into her mother's arms countless times in her dreams, and then cried loudly, expressing her inner joy and anger to her heart's content.

Feng Qinglang patted her shoulder lightly, and said softly: "Xing Hun, you will succeed! A delicate heart is an indispensable prerequisite for the law of time, and you have the same delicate heart as me..."

Nan Xinghun was startled, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Why do you feel that you are praising yourself?"

Feng Qinglang smiled and shook her head, just staring at Nan Xinghun's flawless face with pity.

Nan Xinghun suddenly felt that such an atmosphere was very strange, as if some kind of emotion was desperately growing in her heart, it made her at a loss as to what to do.

She quickly avoided Feng Qinglang's gaze, waved her fist, and said solemnly: "Okay, Qinglang, I will work hard! Well, it's late, I'm going to sleep!"

After finishing speaking, he felt a little like running away, jumping up and down, and fled back to his room.

Even after the door was closed, she could still hear her beating heart, recalling the look in Feng Qinglang's eyes when she stared deeply just now, she was a little bit inexplicably nervous and also a little bit lost.

The next day, the autumn rain continued, and in the hazy sky, there were clusters of lingering thick clouds. This was the beginning of the rainy season in the southeastern part of Stigmata Continent.

For freshmen, the biggest advantage is that no matter what happens, it is difficult to affect their mentality. No matter how amazing the accident is, for them, it is more like everything that happened in the legend, and it is difficult to affect their mentality.

Therefore, in the first-year basic college, there is still laughter and laughter, not affected by the weather or personnel. Even if they are students in the same class, some people can remember the names of the parties involved in the torch accident. With Nan Xinghun's eyes, he only whispered a few words about the position Situ Weiyang and the others vacated.

Feng Qinglang felt that this kind of atmosphere was very good, and it could speed up Nan Xinghun's psychological recovery, but Nan Xinghun was still a little restless, his complexion was like the ever-changing sky, there were often rainy days, and sometimes his eyes would be on his own intentionally or unintentionally. Floating across the face, if frowning and smiling, it's hard to tell what's on your mind.

In any case, this day's schoolwork was smooth in the rainy weather. Feng Qinglang came to the mission center on time at night, and suddenly felt a completely different atmosphere. The focus of the topic here is closely attached to the forefront of the times, the four-yearly stigmata The competition of the Continental College League is about to start, and there are related discussions everywhere, especially, the Mingguang internal recruitment task has been announced...

"Oh my god, 200 million qualifying bonus points, it turns out that our Mingguang is so generous..."

"That's because we have failed to qualify for several rounds. If we can't qualify this time, our Mingguang rating will drop again..."

"Hey, if you really qualify, then you can get everything in exchange?"

"Ha, do you really think that you have passed the internal selection and entered the Mingguang team?"

"Juniors, don't take the competitive competition seriously. Even if you have a chance to be selected, it's just the beginning! Do you know what happened last time?" A senior warned the excited juniors around him earnestly.

"Senior, how do you say that?"

"In the last few competitions, the death rate has increased step by step! Take our last qualifying competition as an example. The location was Queen's Island on the southeast coast. All our participating members of Mingguang were wiped out, and none of them survived..."

As soon as these words came out, there was an awkward silence.

"No wonder the reward points for this session are so high..."

"That's right, it's three times higher than the previous one! Juniors, weigh your abilities carefully before considering whether to participate... Hehe, but judging by your appearance, we probably won't pass the internal selection."

"Hey, this is too hurtful."

"It doesn't hurt anyone. At least the internal selection won't kill anyone."

"..."

Feng Qinglang listened carefully, frowning slightly, these two old guys, Jiang Shanyin and Gu Tianxiao, did not explain these things to herself.

Entering the room he was familiar with and opening the black crystal, the huge reward task had been hung at the top with a highlighted reminder, reminding him to pay attention.

Clicking on that message, Feng Qinglang found that what she saw was a little different from the recruitment tasks she saw outside, because the first sentence was:

Dear Qingming, I am honored to inform you that you have been designated as a member of the Mingguang Athletic Team...

Feng Qinglang couldn't help thinking, she really had good intentions, in order to prevent herself from getting impatient, she actually appointed herself by default, so she didn't have to participate in the cumbersome preliminary competition.

But it also shows from another side that this must be a very risky task, otherwise why are you afraid of running away?

At the end of that mission letter, the pattern of "Accept the mission" was specially ordered, exquisite and gorgeous, but it couldn't tempt Feng Qinglang to click. He closed the mission page, returned to the magic pattern mission interface he was familiar with, and started today. points-saving journey.