"That's not right."
At the very edge of the Cloud Palace, on the edge of a completely empty barrier.
The ghost and the three were still enduring a dense barrage of fluorescent yellow mental attacks.
Suddenly, Wu Ling spoke in a deep voice.
The three people who had fled to a distance immediately stood up. "What happened?"
He didn't answer, and the ghostly aura surged towards a certain spot.
The other three narrowly avoided the tentacles and quickly moved closer to investigate.
As expected.
The fluorescent yellow tentacle surged and extended outwards, constantly moving, yet they could not see its end.
The three people and the ghost watched quietly for a moment, and then the remaining tentacles surged toward the spot, desperately squeezing into the imperceptible hole.
Qin Xi stared at it for a while, then suddenly took out her communication stone and threw it at the ghostly aura.
"Wu Ling, take my communication stone and go closer to that place."
After firmly catching the ghostly energy, do as instructed.
The sound transmission stone started flashing as soon as it got close.
Qin Xi was overjoyed and tugged at Aji, who was holding the imperial sword, trying to get him to go that way.
But they were stopped by ghostly energy.
"The mutated flower doesn't distinguish between friend and foe; you will get hurt."
Baili Xijiang grabbed her hand, saying, "Are you going to your death, Qin Yuanyuan?"
Qin Xi looked anxiously at the flashing communication stone, "But we can contact the outside world from there."
The body cultivator, unusually, used his brain and pointed to the sound transmission stone over there.
"Just have Wu Ling deliver it a few times, that should be enough."
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
Right.
I was so anxious I was practically at my wit's end.
The ghostly aura was transmitted diligently several times.
Qin Xi went from being overjoyed and crying to being serious. After putting away the communication stone, she hurriedly ran towards the Three Venerable Tower.
"We can contact the outside world now! I have to tell my master right away!"
Baili Xijiang was in a hurry, but Qin Xi grabbed him and shushed him, "Stop yelling, shut your mouth and watch me."
Wan'er meant to keep a low profile.
Although it's unclear who she's guarding against, this information can't be revealed openly.
Unexpectedly, they stepped into Shen Zhuochuan's residence with great joy. Song Tingwan looked at them for a while, then nodded and told them to go to the Sanzun Tower to find Shen Zhuochuan.
I didn't even ask.
Judging from their expressions, she casually mentioned that Shen Zhuochuan had something to discuss with his nephew and asked Qin Yuanyuan and Aji to accompany him.
Incidentally, he pulled Ah Yao aside and pretended to continue thinking of ideas.
Baili Xijiang held back his anger the whole way, and then remained silent.
There must be a reason why people do this.
The little black dragon silently followed behind Qin Xi, feeling for the first time that Qin Yuanyuan was more reliable than him.
Wan Qiji kept a somber face, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.
He realized something was wrong, but he wasn't smart enough. Fortunately, Qin Xi could understand Wan'er's meaning.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief.
After entering the Three Venerables' Mansion, Baili Xijiang and Wanqiji watched as Qin Xi, in front of Venerable Yuntian, effortlessly maintained the attitude of a junior, sweetly smiling as she spoke those words full of hidden meanings.
Yun Tianzun and Shen Zhuochuan, without making a sound, also began to look at the young girl with new respect.
Inside the mansion.
Song Siyao sat under the eaves, letting her older sister braid her hair.
The girl, clutching the sword, sat helplessly as the woman did as she pleased.
Her high ponytail already had a small braid, but her older sister insisted that one wasn't enough.
Today, Song Tingwan was dressed in a red dress and pink skirt, her long hair pulled back and adorned with a fan-shaped hairpin. She was teasing her younger sister, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.
With her hands still moving, Song Tingwan was trying to suppress a laugh and tease her when suddenly, white fluff fell from her hand, icy cold.
She was startled and looked up at the sky.
From a few specks of white fluff to a flurry of white downpours.
"It's snowing."
She muttered to herself unconsciously.
Song Siyao reached out and took it, resisting the urge to look up, afraid of messing up the hair her older sister was braiding.
"Sister, please put on a cloak." She turned her head slightly with concern, feeling that her sister was not dressed warmly enough.
Song Tingwan chuckled, braided her hair for a while, then took out a red hair tie and tied it up for her before patting her sister's shoulder and reaching out to help her up.
Song Siyao looked at the hand in front of her, curled her lips, and stood up.
"Sister's weaving is so beautiful."
The girl swayed her ponytail, her usually fierce features softening unexpectedly.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and laughed, "You started praising it without even seeing it yourself?"
“Anything made by my older sister is beautiful.” She trusted her older sister’s aesthetic sense more than her own.
As she spoke, she didn't forget to remind her, "Sister, put on another layer of clothing."
Song Tingwan looked down at her clothes. It was rare for her to be dressed so brightly, yet her younger sister was urging her to put on more clothes.
Left with no other choice, he took out a red cloak with a thick fur collar.
Song Siyao took the drapery from her older sister's hand, unfolded it, and stood in front of her to drape it over her shoulders.
Finally, you have to bend down and carefully tie the straps.
Song Tingwan smiled and indulgently let her younger sister do as she pleased.
Her well-behaved and considerate younger sister has made her somewhat forget her initial awkwardness.
"Is there something on my face?"
Seeing that her older sister was staring at her, Song Siyao touched her face and asked in confusion.
The red cloak with a white fur collar made the woman's face appear even smaller and whiter. She couldn't help but smile, "Ah Yao is becoming more and more considerate."
Song Siyao smiled and met her gaze, "Because you're the older sister."
The two sisters, one in red and one in black, smiled at each other under the eaves amidst the snow.
.
After it snowed.
My sister then stopped letting her go out much.
Whenever she goes out, A Yao holds an umbrella for her, and she walks on the light.
It's so thoughtful.
But the more this was the case, the more she could sense A Yao's unease.
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