Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 858

Lu Ling lived in the house that Lu Ling chose, as Xifeng said, even if it was a place to rest after watching the scenery, it was fully prepared.

Lu Ling likes this small house very much, but there is a pity that she can't cook, but there is a kitchen downstairs, which reminds her of some uncomfortable places, and she is not as in the mood to learn to cook as before. However, Lu Ling did not order Xifeng to unload the kitchen, but asked for a bunch of kitchen utensils to be placed there.

Almost all styles of kitchenware in the world can be found in this room.

She likes this little house very much.

In this way, she will have no regrets.

After dark, Xifeng came to ask Lu Ling to have dinner, and the clouds broke through the sky, covering the sky, and one after another quietly fell.

It was raining, and ripples passed by on the lake, and the raindrops hit the willow tree, melting the ice and snow, which fell into the river and into the belly of the redtail fish.

Lu Ling handed the plaque to Xifeng who had just arrived, and motioned her to hang it upstairs.

The ink characters on the horizontal board are like red silk, which can be turned a thousand times, and there is tenacity hidden in it, like a strong pine on a mountain, standing there forever.

Xifeng stared blankly at the plaque and thought.

"A Ling's calligraphy has improved again."

As for the words Fuliu Pavilion, she didn't say anything, but just hung up the plaque.

Since then, the viewing building by the river has been named Fuliu Pavilion, and it can't be called a viewing building anymore. This is Lu Ling's home.

There are willow trees in front of me, there are willow trees by the river, and I live in a willow pavilion.

Lu Ling was still thinking about whether to change her outfit to green or not. After thinking about it, she decided to forget it. She still likes this touch of red, and the most important thing is that not only she likes it.

After dinner, Lu Ling returned to her residence, and she left Xuechen at Zhao Yingge's place.

She was a little tired today, so she wanted to go to bed early, but she went to bed, opened the window, watched the raindrops fall into the river, and couldn't fall asleep again.

The sound of rain and thunder pierced my ears, and the torrential rain washed the willow branches along the bank, making them gorgeous, and they looked like beauties under the bright moon.

Lu Ling didn't like it.

She took a breath, and the snowflakes fell down, dyeing the willow tree white in a blink of an eye. Looking at the beautiful scenery, she clapped her hands and smiled silently.

At this moment, she is the real beauty under the moon.

But the laugh didn't last long, maybe the rain was too urgent, and the snow on the willow branches turned into rain.

Lu Ling's eyes sank. She didn't want to use her spiritual power at first. After she used her real spiritual power, even if the rain was ten times stronger, it would not be able to wipe off her mark. Thinking, Lu Ling raised her hand and threw It was cold outside, so I closed the window and went to bed.

outside the window.

The torrential rain began to rage outside the pavilion. The rain and wind were overwhelming and powerful. The plants were struggling, desperately grabbing the ground, and making the last effort; fireflies were running in the rain to escape the heavy rain.

The latter rain seems to be a big, thick curtain of rain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. From a distance, it seems that a gray curtain covers the sight. It is so gray that trees, houses, and nothing can be seen. .

The torrential rain enveloped the little girl and the little girl's house in an attempt to isolate her from the world.

There was a thin stream of cold air patrolling outside the door, dyeing the willow tree white, and when the rain fell on the willow tree, it couldn't be washed away, and it was gradually assimilated, forming a layer of ice blue and remaining on the willow tree.

The plaque with the word Fu Liu is so beautiful under the thunder light.

Lu Ling had a dream.

The mountains, rivers and rivers in the dream are very quiet. In the dream, the man stayed quietly in the hot spring, smiling at her, waving at her, and she held her hand, walking through the jungle, through hardships, through Cross the sky, skim over the flowing clouds, and enter the bright galaxy.

In the end, the person who traveled together disappeared, but Lu Ling stayed alone in the bright galaxy.

Lu Ling wanted to ask her a question.

"Without you, what is the use of this brilliant galaxy?"

So, she had another dream. In the dream, before the man left, Lu Ling grabbed her hand and forcibly tried to keep her. As a result, she tried her best and tore off one of her arms. left with a smile.

The bright red in that arm dyed Lu Ling's eyes red.

Lu Ling didn't understand.

She hurt the other party, but still couldn't keep her.

Waking up from the dream, she immediately waved her hands and touched her face, that movement was like a cat washing its face, cute and tight.

Not touching scarlet, Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she thought of what the man in her dream said when her arm was torn off by her.

"Let go."

Lu Ling shook her head. It is impossible to let go. If you don't let go, you still have a chance. If you let go, you really don't have a chance.

She still wants to go to Brilliant Galaxy.

Getting up from the bed, a ray of sunlight reflected on Lu Ling's face through the window paper. She narrowed her eyes, opened the window with a little expectation, and looked over.

The wind blows.

A piece of silver.

Suddenly, the anticipation and smile froze on her face, Lu Ling clasped the window sill and stared out of the window.

The knuckles turned white, and the whiteness in front of her eyes was like a dazzling sharp sword piercing her heart. The gentle sunlight seemed to be the revenge of the sun that was cut off by her, and the girl was roasted on the fire without end.

Sweat drenched the girl's body, the pain spread throughout the girl's body, girl... the girl's consciousness dispersed.

The world spun around her, and Lu Ling finally lost her strength and passed out.

What I thought before I passed out.

"Am I wrong, it shouldn't be like this."

……

Lu Ling is sick.

This is something no one thought of.

It was Xifeng who discovered it first. What she saw in the morning was a glacier, and she felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, Lu Ling passed out on the ground with her body hot.

Xifeng didn't pay attention to the snow scene, she thought it was Lu Ling's illness that caused her to lose control.

It seems that Lu Ling has never been ill, and she shouldn't be ill. The cold blood is close to her body, and water and fire are not invading, but even if she is ill, it is nothing. This is a spiritual mountain.

But this time, Lingshan was useless.

Li Zhuzi teleported to Lu Ling's room. The room was dark and the girl was afraid of light, so the door was kept closed.

Li Zhuzi exhausted all means, but Lu Ling's illness never recovered, and she didn't even intend to wake up. Of course, the test results showed that her life was not in danger, and even Lu Ling was in good health, which made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially Shen Gui, she thought she had broken the little girl.

Lu Ling's husband naturally cared about her, but he also cared about other things. For example, Lu You had already gone up the mountain now, but Lu Ling fell ill, which might make matters worse for Lingshan.

Because of Dongfang Lianren's sake, Lingshan may no longer be able to lose the help of Yihua Palace.

It is urgent to cure Lu Ling.

……

Chu Qishui came to visit Lu Ling, she walked by the lake, looked at the lifeless lake shore, and stopped.

Dead.

Some willows were broken down the middle, with half of their body hanging in the river, and some were still standing there. It seemed that there was nothing unusual, but it was lifeless, perhaps frozen to death, and most of the willows were broken willow branches with a layer of knots formed on them. Thick layers of ice, visibly crushed by freezing rain.

A rain should have brought vitality, but it lost ten miles of vitality because of the snow.

Chu Qishui looked at the plaque that said Fuliu Pavilion, as if he saw Lu Ling's thoughts and that dim light.

(End of this chapter)