Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 670 Life and Death 7
She glanced at Li Xun Huan impatiently, "You're the one who doesn't know what to do. I'll rely on you if you have nothing to say."

"Damn it, can't I even say I'm relying on it?" His eyes widened suddenly.

"The problem is that you don't know anything other than me. It's boring to make my sudden intimacy disappear again!"

Just when they were arguing, they saw Luoluo walking down with two Taoist boys.

"What are you arguing about?" Luoluo ran and jumped down.

Baitang stood up, "It's nothing, he wasted my feelings!"

"you……"

Li Xun Huan stood up supported by two little Taoist boys, and pointed at her inconceivably, "What a waste of your feelings, don't just mention your feelings, okay?"

Bai Tang and Luo Luo walked in front, and two little Taoist boys stood on both sides of him, one on each side, and lifted Li Xun Huan up with difficulty.

"Sister Bai, what are you two arguing about?"

Luoluo asked with interest.

Baitang's face was full of tiredness, "He said something that I rely on to make people feel kind, which aroused my homesickness."

"What does my life have to do with homesickness?"

Luo Luo was even more incredible.

"What do you mean by me?"

Baitang lazily said: "You don't know what I mean? Don't you have such a saying here?"

Luoluo scratched her head, thinking carefully, "Maybe I'm relatively ignorant."

Baitang didn't ask any more questions.

Go up step by step, as if there is no end in sight.

It makes people feel extremely tired.

But if she didn't take a step, it meant that she and Hua Yan were one step closer.

Baitang showed a little smile.

"Does it mean that when Mo Xiaotian comes back, he will be able to wake up?"

Luo Luo said: "I don't know that much."

There is a kind of dissatisfaction on their faces that they don't tell themselves anything.

Baitang nodded, "Then I'll ask again when the time comes."

She looked around, and the other side of the cliff was the west side.

Surrounded by endless mountain peaks, towering into the clouds.

The sun that is about to set has dyed the clouds and mist red, as if coated with a layer of gauze.

Blush light sprinkled on the stairs, where shadows and lights intertwined.

(End of this chapter)