The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2258
It seems that my emotions have affected His Royal Highness.

When the two entered the room, Leng Wuyou knew what Patriarch Ling was thinking just by looking at Patriarch Ling's appearance.

In fact, it's not all because of Patriarch Ling. Specifically, what is the reason? Come and find Patriarch Ling.

Ask him about their relationship, and learn about her mother from him.

If she really wanted to say it, then she could only say it was a feeling, like a kind of telepathy. The telepathy told her to come to the master of the Ling family, so she came.

As for who this telepathy is with, that cordial feeling, Leng Wuyou thought, maybe it was her mother whom she had never met, or maybe it was the blood in his body that couldn't wait to prove her identity.

Ever since her soul power was exhausted, she always encountered some bizarre scenes every night, just like a dream, but only she knew that he didn't sleep at all every night, and kept practicing.

But every time she would fall into deep, deep meditation.

It was like falling asleep, and once she entered that state, her thinking seemed to be out of her control, as if she was being drawn by something, trying to make her see something clearly.

It's just that after waking up, those incomparably clear images instantly became blurred, and I couldn't remember anything at all, only one or two blurred outlines of fragments.

In addition, the longer she maintains this state, the moment she wakes up, she will feel that the blood of the spirit race in her body is always beating around the corner, and the silver divine martial vein hidden in the deepest part is also constantly beating. They are like the fire of Nirvana in the center of her soul, reflecting each other.

Clearly feeling this change, her heart constricted for some reason, as if something unpredictable was gradually approaching her, and she couldn't avoid it, but could only bear it.

This once made her feel extremely irritable.

Patriarch Ling learned from Leng Wuyou that the inexplicable feeling guided her to come to him, and he just said with a smile on his face, "Maybe it's time."

Some things have their own destiny in the dark.

In the palace, beside the table made of Lingyu, the two faced each other, Leng Wuyou raised his hand to hold up the celadon tea cup in front of him, scraped the floating leaves floating on the tea with the edge of the tea lid, gently Taking a breath, he blew the floating leaf aside and took a sip of the light blue tea soup.

The tea soup enters the mouth, passes through the throat, and enters the abdomen, a warmth rises from the abdomen, and a scent of tea spreads to the limbs and bones of the body.

Leng Wuyou's cool crimson lips were slightly parted, and a fresh tea fragrance overflowed, like the fresh green of the spring grass just sprouting, bringing a refreshing mood, and like a ray of spring breeze in spring, refreshing There is a bit of warmth in it.

After taking this sip of tea, Leng Wuyou's tense face gradually eased, and his eyes also felt a little more lazy, like a satiated kitten, planning to stretch out its paws to yawn, to yawn. Nap.

"Uncle, your tea is not bad. I only took a sip, and I felt that what I was drinking was not tea, but a spring breeze and a spring scene."

The feeling of Leng Wuyou is very good for this cup of tea, and she has given it a lot of praise, even the Yin Yang tea is not more in her mind than this tea.

"I didn't expect you girl to look cold on weekdays, but you tasted the artistic conception of spring."

The Ling family looked at Leng Wuyou in surprise, with strange eyes, this person is still the same person, that's right, the air-conditioning on his body is still the same, but not as cold as in front of the enemy, although his face has softened, he can still see Come out that cold look.

So how does such a cold little highness bring out the mood of spring in these four seasons of tea.

(End of this chapter)