Fantasy: Extract Novels, Integrate Qinglian Earth Heart Fire

At this point he was already there.

no one else.

This is a corner that no one cares about, surrounded by quiet, no sound.

He squatted down and picked up the scattered books on the ground, and flipped through a few pages.

However, when he turned to certain pages, his hands froze.

"Women born on a cloudy day in a cloudy year, dig out their hearts on the night of a full moon, and can refine Yin & Yang ghost pills, which are powerful and can strengthen the Cultivation Base!"

Lu Qi stared at the bloody words on the page, only to feel cold and bone-chilling all over his body.

His heart throbbed violently.

If you understand it according to this sentence, those girls are all overcast!

This kind of taboo-like existence was really broken by him!

Lu Qi's face became paler and paler.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, shocked and speechless.

Then he discovered to his horror that tonight was the night of the full moon.

That exquisite?

he!

Will he too!

He clenched his fists, bewildered.

Then he suddenly heard a familiar cry.

"Miss?

Where are you?

Miss, I'm Tweety! 35

"problem occurs!

I'll go right now!

Lu Qi turned around and walked away quickly.

Linglong was pulled back to her dream by a bang.

The rain outside the window was pattering down, and the halo seeping in through the gap in the window lattice was weak, as if a cloud of smoke enveloped the whole house.

The house was burning with soothing incense, and white smoke wafted from the incense burner.

There was a bronze mirror and a rouge box on the bedside, as well as a half bottle of peach blossom dew. The stopper on the bottle had already been pulled out, and it was obvious that the owner had been here for a long time.

Linglong rubbed his brows, lifted the quilt and sat up, only to find that he had changed into a goose-yellow embroidered brocade jacket, a tender green pleated skirt, and his shoes and socks had been tidied up.

He has memory loss and doesn't know how he got here.

The furnishings here are not luxurious but comfortable.

He walked gently to the window and pulled the curtains back.

Under the night, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and lightning flashed and thundered.

The torrential rain poured down, and the pea-sized raindrops crashed on the rubble, crackling.

A boy holding an umbrella was walking towards this house.

A pale and thin face appeared in Linglong's mind.

He blinked and looked carefully again.

It's him.

The little boy he met once in Zuixianlou.

Holding an umbrella, he seemed to be afraid of thunder, and he limped when he walked.

His clothes were wet, and it was obvious that it had been raining just now.

He got closer and closer, Linglong's heart pounding.

I was so nervous that I almost forgot to breathe.

He didn't know who he was, or what he was doing here.

However, he stopped at the door.

He raised his head and looked towards the eaves.

There used to be an old couple here.

The old woman was dumb and had only her husband, but the husband didn't care much about him.

After the death of the husband, the wife was heartbroken and moved to another place to live.

The young man slowly stretched out his hand and brushed away the stagnant water in front of him.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before plucking up the courage to knock on the door.

"Is there anyone please?

I'm here to deliver the letter. "

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a suppressed pain and anger.

After a while, with a creak, the wooden door opened.

A middle-aged man stuck his head out and asked with a frown when he saw him.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm from Shen Yushu's hometown.

The Shen family suffered great changes and their property was destroyed.

Shen Yushu asked me to send a letter to the second aunt, asking him to find one on Wanshou Street in the south of the city.