Xuefang Ling curled her lips slightly and looked at Xuefangyang with her pale eyes.
Now, she still wants to lie to him. If she was really not poisoned, why would she be so worried about the disappearance of a Shang Ningluo? She would have been left to fend for herself outside.
"Brother, don't we have people from that plane? Otherwise, why don't we send them out?" she suggested.
"no."
Xue Fangyang categorically rejected his sister's proposal.
It wasn't that he didn't want to send people to find Shang Ningluo, but that he couldn't let Xue Fang Ling know that he was poisoned.
As for finding someone, he will naturally arrange it, but not now, but first to make other people relax their vigilance, especially the people of Qian Jiyun.
"It's just Shang Ningluo. It doesn't mean I need to use those people. Ling'er, please don't say anything like this again in the future."
After listening to his words, Xuefang Ling raised his head and looked at Xuefang Yang.
She was a little confused as to whether her eldest brother was poisoned or not. If he was really poisoned, shouldn't he send someone to find Shang Ningluo immediately?
But she clearly heard that her eldest brother was poisoned before. Did she hear it wrong?
"All right."
She suppressed her curiosity and nodded.
"I just feel bad for my elder brother. Shang Ningluo is able to serve you, elder brother. It is a blessing given to her by God. She actually ran away despite the blessings."
"Silly girl, what's wrong with this? It's just because she doesn't have that blessing."
Although it was Xue Fanling who coaxed Xuefangyang to be happy, Xuefangyang really felt that she was right, and he was no longer so angry.
"Okay, you go back first, brother has some things to deal with here."
"Okay, brother, make sure you get enough rest and don't tire yourself out." Xue Fang Ling saw that he couldn't find out anything anymore, so he obediently agreed and left.
…
Stepping out of the snowy area, the snow continued to fall.
"Is this... the snow area expanding?"
An Jiuyue looked at the flying snow in the sky, raised her hand to catch a snowflake, let it melt in her palm, and asked softly.
"Mom, it's snowing."
Qian Yizheng was held in Yannuo's arms, and he stuck out his little head to remind his mother.
"Well."
An Jiuyue was choked by her son, her mouth twitched, and she looked at Qian Jiyun with some embarrassment.
"Come on, everyone, put on your clothes, don't get cold."
She quickly took out all the cloaks she had brought with her from her own space.
The next moment, a red cloak fell on her shoulders. She looked up and saw Qian Jiyun tying the belt for her.
"Actually, I'm not that cold either."
"Ok, I know."
Qian Jiyun responded softly, but still tied the belt for her, and then threw the other cloaks in her hands to Yannuo and Yanjin.
"This is outside the snowy area. Although it is not cold, even if the chill is not bone-piercing, it can still hurt people, so be careful."
Several people promised: "..."
They took off the cloaks covering their heads and looked at their master.
The mistress was gently wrapped in a cloak, while they were thrown here indiscriminately. Why is there such a big difference in treatment?
Sanji looked at Qian Yizheng and Qian Yirong who were being held. Why were the two little masters treated the same?
"hiss."
An Jiuyue shivered.
"It's really cold."
After a while, she really felt a little cold and couldn't help but rub her arms, but the next moment, she was directly protected by Qian Jiyun into her arms.