Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 497 Are You Linyuan or Revisiting?

After listening secretly for a long time, Feng Qingyan probably got some useful information from those people's words, and she has a better understanding of the current situation.

She has a high level of cultivation and hides very well. Those people didn't find her, and she left after a while. This time, she went to find him at the address given to her by the second coming.

She wasn't sure if he had come back, but considering that so many people had come out from Youling, he should be no exception, she had a lot of doubts in her mind.

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When Gou Yao opened the courtyard door and saw Feng Qingyan standing outside, she had a displeased expression on her face.

The girl was holding a snow-white fox in her arms, and her wide cloak blocked the cold wind blowing. When she saw her, she smiled slightly and calmly said, "Has your son come back? I want to see him, please let me know."

The lantern on the door was on, and a faint halo shone on the girl's flawless little face.

Although she said so, Gou Yao didn't buy it, she said: "My son won't see you!"

Then, as soon as the hands holding the courtyard door were strong, they planned to close the gate, but at this moment, a voice came from behind: "Gou Yao."

I heard it, this is the sound of the second coming.

Feng Qingyan turned her gaze, looked behind Gou Yao, saw the man standing at the door of the room from a distance, and happened to meet the pair of eyes he was looking at.

"Let her in." Chong Lin was wearing a thick black plush cloak, his face looked haggard, he occasionally raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed lightly.

Gou Yao had no choice but to let Feng Qingyan in.

As Feng Qingyan guessed, Chong Lin had indeed returned, Gou Yao saw the man who had just returned to the door in the morning, but he was not unconscious like other people who came back from You Ling.

What exactly happened, no one knows.

Feng Qingyan walked into the yard, Chong Lin held a book in his hand, and made a gesture of invitation to her, with a smile on his lips: "It's cold outside, let's go in and talk."

So, Feng Qingyan hugged the little fox and followed him into the room, but her eyes fell on him.

Chong Lin walked to the round wooden table, put the book in his hand on it, but did not close it, instead reached out to pick up the kettle, took out the teacup and poured her a glass of water.

"Are you coming again?"

Suddenly, the girl's suspicious voice came from behind, and his pouring hand paused.

The corners of his lips hooked up again, and his smile was extremely shallow. He asked her back, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I've seen a person who looks very similar to you, so I'm wondering if you might be a fake." Feng Qingyan spoke directly, her steps were moving around, but her eyes kept falling on the man in front of her.

"Heh." With a light snort, he seemed a little amused, picked up the poured teacup, and then turned to look at her: "No one else can pretend to be me."

With a very confident sentence, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed her the teacup in his hand.

"That's right." Feng Qingyan stretched out a hand to take the teacup, and politely said "Thank you".

Chong Lin walked to the stool beside the round wooden table and sat down, reached out to pick up the book placed on the table, and asked at the same time: "Miss Qingyan, is there anything I can do for you?"

Feng Qingyan took two steps forward, placed the teacup in her hand firmly on the table, and did not drink it.

He looked at her, turned his hand back, and there was a red oil-paper umbrella in his hand: "Come and give back your umbrella."

The oil-paper umbrella was not open, but the white lines drawn on it could be seen faintly. She handed it to him, and the words "Liuyue Xuetang" were engraved on the handle of the umbrella.

Chong Lin sat upright, his eyes only glanced at the Liuyue Xuetang Umbrella, and then landed on the paper in his hand, his thin lips parted lightly: "Since I gave it to you, there is no reason to take it back, it is for you , it should still be useful, if you don’t like it, just throw it away.”

This indifferent gesture made Feng Qingyan couldn't help but look at him twice more. During this period of time, the umbrella had been placed on her body, and she could tell the difference between this umbrella. It looked like an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, but Seems invulnerable.

Now that he said that, Feng Qingyan didn't force it anymore, it was someone else's wish, so she put away the Liuyuexuetang umbrella instead.

"Don't you have anything else to ask me?"

Chong Lin calmly stretched out his hand to flip through the book in his hand, and rarely looked at her directly.

He looked very focused on reading, his long eyelashes left a silhouette under the light, and his delicate side profile was like a well-drawn picture of a beautiful woman.

Feng Qingyan glanced at the book he was flipping through, and saw patterns inadvertently.

She tapped the table with her fingertips repeatedly, gently and rhythmically: "I originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, most of them were about Youling, and what relationship you and Linyuan would have, but If you think about it, you might not say it, so you don’t need to ask.”

With a chuckle, Chong Lin, who seemed to be concentrating on reading while sitting on the stool, raised his head to look at her, "You don't even ask, how do you know if I will answer?"

Huanhuan, who was held in Feng Qingyan's arms, didn't quite understand what they were talking about, so he could only look at Chonglin curiously.

Feng Qingyan lowered her eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes fell on the book in his hand, and the hand that knocked on the table stopped, and she said: "What book are you reading? Let me take a look?"

Chong Lin glanced at the book in his hand, with a look of surprise, then handed the book to her.

Feng Qingyan first put down the little fox in her arms, letting it stay there obediently, and then took the book he handed over, and what she saw was a painted pattern.

The paper of this book is slightly yellowed, and it looks very old, like it has been for some years, but the texture is very hard, well preserved, and there is no damage.

The pattern on it is very familiar. If she is not mistaken, it is probably the red shadow blood lotus.

While flipping through the book in her hand, she took a sneak peek at the calm second coming with some surprise.

At this time, he said: "You read that right, the pattern painted on it is very similar to your flower, but it is also very similar to the flower of the Holy Tree of the Soul Race, don't you think so?"

He explained without hesitation, but Feng Qingyan was a little confused and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"You brought this out from Youling?" Feng Qingyan lowered her eyebrows, and turned over another page of the book, which was written with densely packed words, and she roughly scanned it.

"I took it by hand." Chong Lin answered a few words very calmly, picked up the teacup on the table in front of him, put it to his lips, and took a sip.

Feng Qingyan turned the pages backwards, and suddenly saw a pattern, which looked like an exquisite box, and the box was painted with a pattern that was very similar to the red shadow blood lotus.

She glanced at the mark on it, and three large characters fell into her eyes, which were - Nine Prison Boxes.

(End of this chapter)