hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 418

　
　Tang Yumo opened her mouth, thinking that there were still people guarding her outside, unable to express her turbulent mood in words, she could only shut her mouth and look at the air with sad eyes.

　Who, who hated her so much?
　Who has been designing her behind her back like this, targeting her?
　If the tricks of the communication are not good, just use force and violence?
　Hong Zai approached her slightly, and half-kneeled in front of her. Although she couldn't see it, she could hear the voice moving to a lower position.

　Hong Zai said: "I'm really sorry for you, Writer Tang, you helped me so much, but I still kept it from you for Xiaoqing. I always thought that she was not bad, and she did this because she was rejected by my father before. I have hurt her and changed her gentle character, but I didn't expect her to be so ruthless now, I beg your forgiveness for her!"

　Tang Yumo was puzzled, could it be that Xiao Qing that Hong Zai kept talking about did it?That Xiaoqing is also in Yunju?
　It can't be Fang Qing, right?
　Xiaoqing Xiaoqing sounds very similar in pronunciation.

　No, no, impossible, impossible.

　If it was Fang Qing, she would not have reminded herself not to get in the car just now.

　So who else?
　Tang Yumo couldn't remember who else she had offended. In Yunju, she really didn't have many contacts and associations.

　What's more, she is not a great god, and her works are not popular, who would be jealous of her!

　She really wanted to ask who Xiaoqing was, but she couldn't say a word at this moment.

　Hong Zai was still saying sorry to her, but Tang Yumo thought that Gu Yihan must be very anxious if he couldn't wait for her. No, the ice face would definitely not show anxiety. The more anxious he was, the colder his face would be. !

　Tang Yumo raised his neck at the door, winking at Hong Zai, who she couldn't see.

　Hong Zai understood that Tang Yumo wanted to distract him from the guards.

　But it's very difficult, isn't it?

　As a formless ghost, Hong Zai can neither move heavy objects to make noise, nor can he cause any substantial harm to humans. His greatest strength is to let a piece of paper fall to the ground.

　Hong Zai was worrying, but Tang Yumo kept looking back at a corner of the small room.

　Hong Zai also followed her gaze, and it turned out to be a pile of broken garden lamps, covered with dust.

　But this kind of garden light is very heavy. In order to fix it on the grass to illuminate the garden path in the dark, and to prevent wind and rain, it is surrounded by stainless steel and covered with a glass cover.
　Hong Zai is worried: I can't move it even if I die. Uh, no, I'm already dead, even if I die again, I won't be able to move it.
　But Tang Yumo still stared at the pile of garden lights persistently, as if they were the only savior at present.

　Hong Tsai had no choice but to stare at the garden lights and continue to look at
　Looking at it, he had a flash of inspiration, and finally realized what Tang Yumo meant!

　"Writer Tang, you are so awesome! It turns out that you want me to turn off all the garden lights outside, don't you? In this way, the guards will definitely feel that something is wrong and will check it out, and then you can sneak around Walk?"

　Tang Yumo nodded, smiled, and made an expression of approval.

　Then, she kept twisting her neck, turning her chin, and drawing circles in the air.

　Hong Zai was worried again, what does this mean?

　"Should I run in circles around the garden?"

"Or let me fan the flames outside? But I don't know how to control the wind."

(End of this chapter)