The two stood face to face, surrounded by as many leaves as rain, because Lan Mingyou turned these beautiful fallen leaves into a background scenery in an instant.
"Master, when did you come? Have you always been with me?" Lan Mingyou's Qinggong is very amazing. If he wants others not to notice, I'm afraid no one can.
It's almost too late now. Could it be that Lan Mingyou has been following me here for so long?
"I just came. Feng Qilin is very fast, so he caught up with you not long ago." Lan Mingyou lied calmly, without any guilt in his eyes, as if what he said was really the truth.
"Really? But didn't you just summon the Feng Qilin?" Bo Cixin frowned slightly. Just now he saw that he was just on the tree by himself, and the Feng Qilin was also just summoned.[
"You're wrong." Lan Mingyou replied categorically. Even if she refused to admit it, Bo Cixin nodded lightly, and she wouldn't expose him.
"Uncle, aren't you here?" Bo Cixin's eyes turned, and Lan Mingyou was the only one here.
Lan Mingyou shook his head gently, and the snow-white feathers on his shoulders swayed slightly when the fallen leaves hit him. He said: "No, he said he had something to do, so he didn't come."
In fact, Lan Mingyou didn't leave the Prime Minister's Mansion yesterday at all, so he didn't even go to tell Bei Mingfeng. He also knew that even if he went to tell Bei Mingfeng, he wouldn't come.
"Master, do you have anything else to tell Xin'er?" Bo Cixin raised his head slightly and looked at the very evil Lan Mingyou and asked.
When Lan Mingyou heard what she said, he suddenly fell into silence. After a long time, he sighed quietly and said.
"Take good care of yourself." He didn't say too much, and his words were very calm, no different from Lan Mingyou's usual speech.
He just said seven words calmly and calmly - take good care of yourself.
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Just these seven words, Bo Cixin felt a warm current flowing through her heart. She knew how good Lan Mingyou was to her, but she rarely heard her master say touching words.
This time, just these seven words really made Bo Cixin feel moved. In fact, being moved is a very simple thing.
"Okay, Master, I will take good care of myself. So will you and Master." Bo Cixin felt that the tip of her nose was a little sour, and she actually had the urge to cry at this moment.
Bo Cixin bit her lip lightly, holding back the sour feeling at the tip of her nose. She felt that her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she gradually couldn't see clearly what was in front of her.
Lan Mingyou suddenly jumped down from Feng Qilin, took a step forward, stretched out his hand and gently held Bo Cixin in his arms. Bao Cixin was much shorter than Lan Mingyou, and her height only reached Lan Mingyou's chest.
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She didn't need to lean against his chest to hear his heartbeat like a drum, "thumping, thumping" very powerfully.
He just stretched out his slender hands and gently circled her, without hugging her hard, as if he stretched out his hands to form a circle to protect her.
He lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "Remember to come back and see us."
"Okay, Xin'er will definitely come back to see Master and Uncle." Bo Cixin nodded slightly and said.