"Miss! You're back!" Xin'er held Fenghua's hand worriedly and said anxiously: "Why did you leave suddenly without telling us? Do you know that we are all so worried about you?"
"Well, it's okay." Feng Hua glanced at them with cold eyes, and then looked at Han Qingjue and Guo Jing. These two guys, one sitting on the cantilever and the other sitting on the floor, are really...
Speechless.
"It's good that you're fine. Don't wander around next time. I really worry you." Xin'er breathed a sigh of relief and was thankful to see that she was fine.
It seems that the prince and the lady are getting back together again!
Alas, there is a big quarrel every three days and a small quarrel every two days. I really hope there will be no more quarrels in the future.[
On the hanging beam, Han Qingjue looked at Fenghua with a complicated expression quickly passing by.
Did the two reconcile so quickly?
It seems that this jade pendant is not that important!
"Everyone, pack up, we are ready to set off." Feng Hua said. Yesterday and today, we have already lost a lot of time. It is estimated that we will have to drive all night to make up for it.
"Yes, Gang Leader!" Guo Jing stood up immediately.
At this time, a little bird flew in from the window, landed on his shoulder and "chirped" without knowing what he was talking about...
Guo Jing's face became more and more solemn, and his steady eyes gradually darkened.
Qingfeng leaned into the young master's ear and said, "Young master, what is he doing?"
Yelujun didn't say anything. He also felt that this man was really unusual. He actually understood the language of birds?
Xin'er also pulled Qing'er's clothes curiously: "That bird likes him so much
Is it his pet? But why is his face so solemn? It seems like he heard something bad.
"It's the song of birds." Qing'er stared at Guo Jing closely.
She had long heard about the unique skills of the Beggar Clan, and Birdsong was one of them. When she saw it today, it was indeed well-deserved.
Guo Jing nodded, and the bird on his shoulder flew away.
"Looking at you like this, there must be some "good news", right?" Han Qingjue stood beside him, looking at him with a half-smile.
Guo Jing glanced at him and curled his lips: "Sure enough, you guessed it right. A small desert island really can't trap that guy Bai Wusha."