"Nangong, when I grow up, I will definitely find Yun Mizhu, and then you will never suffer from illness again!"
Suddenly, Qingkuang opened his eyes and turned to look at Nangong Jinsheng.
"Is it him?"
No wonder she felt distressed and familiar with him. It turned out that this person was a touch of warmth in Feng Qingkuang's memory besides her mother.
Yun Mizhu?[
What is that thing? Why would such a young Feng Qingkuang know about this thing, and even say that as long as he finds this thing, Nangong Jinsheng's body will be fine? Nangong Jinsheng's illness is beyond repair.
Qing Kuang glanced at Nangong Jinsheng again, and then slowly closed her eyes. She was no longer in the mood to listen to what was being said on the high platform.
Nangong Jinsheng, Feng Qingkuang, Yun Mizhu!
good!
Since I have become a fan of Feng Qing, I will help her fulfill her vow.
When I opened my eyes again, there was a flash of light, bright and deep, cold and firm!
"The opening ceremony is really boring!"
Qingkuang yawned lazily, turned his head and looked around, then suddenly disappeared in a flash.
But that sentence, a faint whisper, made Nangong Jinsheng and Ao Junxie look at her back in surprise.
Opening ceremony?
boring?
Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng couldn't help but look at each other. Everyone who participated in the opening ceremony was their first time. How could they feel bored because everything was so new?
"Ah, why did the lady leave?"
Feng Qiuwu was looking at the stage intently, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye unintentionally, he realized that there was no one at the scene.
Just as she was about to stand up and look for her, Feng Qiusheng held her back and shook her head slightly.
The people on the stage are all the most important figures in the Slanta Imperial School. Even so, how could they not detect Qing Kuang’s movements?[
"headmaster!"
The person standing on the stage turned his body sideways, and his voice sounded like he was asking for instructions.
"Let her be!"
Suo Wenming smiled slightly and thought to himself, "What an interesting little person. She was the first one to slip away at the opening ceremony!"
"yes!"
The voice was calm and contained no emotions.
It’s just that we don’t know whether this is the case in our hearts.
The opening ceremony will continue again.
Qing Kuang has wandered into the deserted library.
"Yun Mizhu! Yun Mizhu!"
Silently reciting the three words "Yun Mizhu" in his heart, he went madly through the bookshelves. Astronomy, geography, arithmetic, pharmacopoeia, weapons, treasures...
treasure?
Qingkuang's figure swayed and stopped in front of the bookshelf next to the treasure.
I took out the books on the bookshelf and browsed quickly, looking for news about Yun Mizhu. I looked through the entire bookshelf, but I couldn't find anything. Strange, isn't Yun Mizhu some kind of treasure?
Picking up the most inconspicuous old book in the corner on the first floor of the treasure bookshelf, I opened it and looked at it. Suddenly, my eyes lit up.
Yun Mizhu?
Hook your lips, raise your eyebrows, wow!
Qing Kuang folded the torn pages, put the book back to its original place, and walked off to another place.
The matter of Yun Mizhu has now become clear. So what happened to the spiritual power in his body? Looking at the various bookshelves, Qing Kuang pushed it to the counter of the library, looking at the densely packed bookshelves, layer upon layer.