1570. Chapter 1570 The little devil who drags the sky! 【3】
"Looking for Soul Lock?" Xiao Feng'er's eyes flashed.
Xiao Xian'er nodded.
"The soul is locked in the ghost realm, how can we get there?" After all, although the seven realms are connected, they also have gates. Otherwise, the seven realms would be in chaos.
"I know how to enter the ghost realm, but it's a little dangerous."
"In this world, there is no risk in anything you do. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, why not take a chance! We want to be a good helper for our parents, not a drag on others!" Xiao Feng'er, who has a weak appearance, always has a manly heart.
Heart.
"What Xiao Feng'er said is absolutely true. We don't just sit back and wait for death. We also want to be good helpers to our parents!" Xiao Mo'er also nodded in agreement.
After hearing this, Xiao Xian'er nodded: "Okay, since you think so too, let's make a good plan!"
"Okay!" The three of them nodded silently, then turned back to their rooms to discuss.
At this time, everyone still didn't know that because of the brave plan of these three little milk bags, the entire situation had changed dramatically.
When Lu Qingqing hurried back to Murong Mansion, she heard someone say that Murong Xiao was looking for her.
A slight sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth, and she knew that even though Li Xiangxue had inquired about the situation, Murong Xiao, a cautious person, would not believe it easily.
As expected, he still had to find himself to find out more about the situation.
After thinking about it, she went straight over.
As soon as Fang entered Murong Xiao's villa, he saw him sitting in the courtyard. He was wearing a dark blue embroidered robe and noble brocade clothes. His black hair was tied high and crowned with a white jade. He looked... really like a human.
Make a pot of West Lake Longjing tea on the table, and you can smell the faint fragrance of West Lake Longjing tea from a distance.
When he heard Qingqing's footsteps, he slowly raised his head. Under the early morning winter sun, his handsome face looked somewhat handsome.
However, she was used to Baili Fenghua's evil face and was completely immune to other men.
"Qingqing..." The gentle voice sounded very nice.
Lu Qingqing pretended to be shy and lowered her eyebrows, and responded softly: "Second Young Master."
Just that shyness made Murong Xiao's lips curl up with pride. He knew that it would be easy for him to win over an ordinary woman, but also a woman who had been hurt by love.
He stood up slowly, walked in front of her, stretched out his hand, and was about to pull her.
Lu Qingqing pretended to be panicked, shrank back, lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes: "Second...Second Young Master, what do you want to see Qingqing for?"
That look was typical of shyness in response to a desire to refuse.
Murong Xiao became more and more proud and did not lead her anymore. He just smiled and said: "Come and sit down. I got a few pounds of West Lake Longjing yesterday. I heard that it tastes very sweet when paired with plum blossom snow water in the morning. I specially asked the maid to drink it in the morning.
I collected two bottles of snow water, come and try it!"
"This...how is this good..." Lu Qingqing bit her lip and said.
But his smile became even more graceful: "Why not, sit down, I guess you haven't had breakfast yet!"
After saying that, without waiting for Qingqing's reply, he ordered his servants: "Come here, pass some pastries over!"
She is really considerate and caring. I am afraid that if she were really a little maid, she would not be able to escape such an offensive of tender care!
"Sit down!" After telling the servants, he pointed to the stone chair with a warm smile and asked Qingqing to sit down.
