He coughed and looked at Feng Chen: "Then you should go, right? After all, Xia Xia is not very safe in Jiumen, and Jiumen won't give me the face if I go to pick her up."
Feng Chen lowered his eyes and continued to move the stones on the ruins with his hands.
"Xiao Qing will be back."
He paused: "I hope the first person he sees when he comes back is me..."
"All right."
Feng Lianqing saw that he could not be persuaded, so he said no more.
He could only follow them and continue searching over and over again.
Human will is very persistent.
Once you agree on something, you will never back down.
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Nine gates.
Beside the lake shore, the little girl held her chin in her hands and her feet were rippling in the lake water.
Her eyebrows are picturesque and her skin is as white as jade. She has been beautiful and delicate since she was young. Her black hair is hanging in the lake water, making the water surface ripples.
Nan Luo walked behind the little girl at some point. A cold light flashed in her eyes, but with a smile on her face, she walked slowly towards Xia Xia.
"Xia Xia."
Xia Xia turned around and saw a beautiful face.
She hesitated for a moment, unable to figure out who this person was.
Since coming to Jiumen, Qiu Hui was afraid that other people in Jiumen would hurt her, so she protected her very well and never let anyone touch her.
The only people she had contact with, apart from the maids who took care of her, were Tang Yin, her daughter and Nalan Jing.
"Who are you?"
Xia Xia frowned. For some reason, she didn't like this woman. She had an innate feeling that she didn't like her!
"I am Hui You, the daughter of Venerable Gray Goose. Venerable Qiu Hui did not allow anyone to see you before, so we have never met you. Now we see that Miss Xia Xia is indeed a saint of the Nine Sects and is incomparable to others. I
I have admired you for a long time, so I have the courage to come and meet you."
Xia Xia's little face dropped: "I am not a saint from the Nine Sects, I am my mother's daughter! I want to go home, and when my mother and the others come back, they will come to pick me up."
Nan Luo was a little surprised. She looked at Xia Xia's little face, looking like she was hesitant to speak.
"Do you have anything else? If you have nothing to do, don't come to me. I don't like strangers."
Xia Xia hummed, and she always felt that this woman looked strange, but her breath was somewhat familiar.
It seems like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember it for a while...
Nan Luo opened her mouth and looked at Xia Xia with some pity. She was silent for a moment and said: "Miss Xia Xia, Jiumen is pretty good too. It would be good for you to live here. Everyone in Jiumen is very friendly.
You'd better not..."
"Why?" Xia Xia stood up.
The little girl was only nine years old, with a childish face and innocent eyes.
"Mom will come to take me home, right?"
Nan Luo looked at Xia Xia sympathetically.
Her gaze was so obvious that the little girl's heart suddenly lifted.
"Where's my mother? Where's my mother???"
My mother said at the beginning that she would come back soon.
So even though she followed Qiu Hui to Jiumen, she was still waiting for her mother to come and take her home.
No matter how kind Qiu Hui is to her, he is not her mother...
She just wants to go back to her mother.
Nan Luo took a few steps back and bit her lip: "I thought you would know that Miss Feng and Master Nan Xian... they... they are dead..."
They...are already dead...
These words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting her head on, causing Xia Xia's little face to freeze at that moment.