The young lady reborn at the end of the world is frivolous

Chapter 328 The White Mist in the Sea of ​​Consciousness

In the end, Zhang Xian accompanied Mu Yu to rest on the sofa for a while, although it was Mu Yu who was holding her all the time.

After Mu Yu felt slightly sleepy, Zhang Xian did the same trick again without anyone noticing it.

Everyone in the suite fell asleep peacefully.

Zhang Xian squeezed a barrier with her fingers, quietly came out of Mu Yu's arms, sat on the floor mat, and entered a state of meditation and cultivation.

Her spirit wandered in the lotus house, and she didn't know what to do.

In the end, simply use the soul body to soak in the spiritual spring water, while guiding the spiritual power to flow through the limbs and bones, and circulate the whole body.

While carefully feeling the existence of green vines.

Ever since Luvine disappeared after being "injured" last time, she has never been summoned again.

During this period, every time she could only go into battle with a knife and kill zombies.

Although, this is not particularly difficult for her.

However, no matter how strong his fists are, Zhang Xian still hopes to find the missing green vine.

After all, this is also her big trump card, so how can she just say no.

She unfolded her consciousness, frowned slightly, held her breath, and felt the green vine carefully.

However, there was no movement.

As time passed bit by bit, Zhang Xian's slender eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and her fair face was tensed.

"Where is the green vine?"

As if she couldn't sense it no matter how she felt it, Zhang Xian gradually became restless.

Even the lotus imprint on the wrist has no indication.

If there is no more green vines, it means that she has one less hole card.

Zhang Xian's tightly closed peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, and her curly and thick eyelashes were like two small fans fanning each other.

Just when Zhang Xian became more irritable and almost gave up.

The young sapling next to the Lingquan water swayed its body, shaking one of its own two small green leaves that were ready to drip.

Zhang Xian's expression relaxed inexplicably, and her frowning eyebrows calmed down.

Because in Zhang Xian's sea of ​​consciousness, there is a ray of light as thin as a silk thread, faintly exuding a golden light.

This ray of light fluctuated ups and downs in Zhang Xian's vast sea of ​​consciousness, and finally leaped to the highest point, turning several times.

It seemed to be attracting Zhang Xian's attention, and when Zhang Xian noticed it, the light seemed to sense it again.

After drifting up and down, left and right for a while, he fell into the vast sea nebula in his consciousness again.

And Zhang Xian's consciousness also closely followed the golden light, not wanting it to disappear from her sight.

Occasionally, the two very thin rays of light would go one in front of the other, and occasionally entangled together, stumbling, ups and downs, ups and downs for several rounds.

Zhang Xian's divine consciousness was in a deep and dense mist.

The white mist is vast, luxuriant and reckless, rising continuously from the ground.

Fragrant and flamboyant, as if wrapping and guarding something.

Zhang Xian wanted to find out, but the silver-white light looked back and forth for a while, and made up her mind to uncover the mystery.

Therefore, the silver-white light seems to be inflated, and a small end is boldly poked out.

But in the next moment, the silver-white light seemed to be hit by something invisible.

It bounced back with lightning speed, and then, as if being hit, it shrank in a corner, motionless.

Seeing this, the golden light danced towards it again, wiggling.

As if inviting.

When the silver light was hit just now, suddenly, Zhang Xian felt pain like a needle prick in his brain.

(End of this chapter)