When he got home, Sang Li started to pack up his things. Since he was escaping, he naturally focused on lightness and simplicity.

When she saw the iron box on the desk table in the main hall, she suddenly remembered that it was what Brother Yan brought to her last night, saying that she had cleaned up some unusable things, but they would definitely use them, and she also said that she should not rush to open it first, and it will take a few days to wait.

She didn't care much at that time, but Brother Yan said something and just did it. She said thank you and put it on the table.

A day later, looking at this iron box again, it had a completely different meaning.

When Sang Li opened it, she found that it was full of silver notes.

Lu Chuzhi is a popular person and is notified of the news that he is coming to the inspection in advance. Brother Yan knew that the opportunity was coming and knew what kind of results he would face.

He left no words, only such a cold iron box containing all the possessions he had saved over the past ten years.

Qu Qingmian was silent for a moment and said, "I am buried in a hasty way, but I must not be left with a monument."

When the boy walked out, Sang Li didn't say much, but just told him, "Come back soon."

She solemnly put the iron box to the bottom of the bag, and as soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of dolls placed next to her.

Sang Li looked at the boy doll placed on the right side. She had white porcelain, small face, dark pupils, and red lips, and a cold curve, like a very small sleep.

She was not willing to throw it here, and she never took up any space. She grabbed it and stuffed it into the bag.

After packing up his own things, in order to seize the time, Sang Li walked to Xiaomian's bedroom again and prepared to clean up for him.

When she opened the cabinet beside the bed, she saw a small box with a lock on it, but it was not locked.

"Is it a small treasury? It should be a very important thing. Put it on and bring it with him."

Sang Li held out a dark red box with a little paint loss on the corners. He took off the horizontal padlock and opened it, and was stunned.

This is not a small vault.

Looking at the person who was talking on the side of the painting, his eyes were smiling, as if he was about to walk out of the painting.

It looks so similar, it is her painting.

Reveal the next one, next one, next one...

A thick stack, every frown and smile is all her.

Smiling, dazed, frowning and distressed, and even wet hair after taking a shower. Sang Li looked at the protruding water stains and fullness in front of her, blushed a little, and also dozed off with her head closed and her eyes closed.

It can be seen that the paintings are getting better and better, and they are becoming more and more vivid, almost recording most of her daily life.

These... are all painted by Xiaomian.

I was shocked. After all, until now, Xiaomian has been cold and alienated when she is treated, without any intention of relying on being close to her.

It turns out that he has always been following her?

Sang Li looked at the boxes of paintings, and her heart seemed to have sweet spring flowing through her, sweet and soft.

Little awkward, little awkward, is this the cold face that makes you feel so hot?

Sang Li put the small box back in place and exited from his bedroom.

Since he had never shown it to her, he would rather not know it.

Sang Li's dark clouds shrouded in her heart because of her escape, as if a light and pleasant wind was blowing, and the clouds dispersed and the sun shone down.

Two hours later, the boy came back with the last touch of sunset in the evening.

After carrying his bags and locking the door and walking out more than ten meters, Sang Li couldn't help but look back.

Although my home has lived in for nearly two years, although it is not big, the first rose on the wall is blooming. The road paved by the pebbles in front of the door was chosen one by one by one by the Yao River. The lanterns hanging on the door were made by her hands, and the Spring Festival couplets posted were written by Xiaomian.

Every place inside is perfected like two of them holding a nest of swallows.

She still remembered that after getting the land deed, she said to Xiaomian with almost tears in her eyes that this will be our home in the future.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to walk faster. As long as they boarded the ship in Mohai, they could choose a small town or village to settle down along the way.

Yaohe Town is too small, and no one is sailing on the river at night. Qu Qingmian jumped down and pulled a bamboo raft slowly downstream.

The bamboo pole was used to push the bamboo raft quickly heading towards the ferry nearest Mohai.

Sang Li couldn't water, and there was no cover on both sides of the bamboo raft. She could only stiffly press the wood under her with her hands, and look at the pine-like back in front of her.

As long as you are by his side, fear and tension seem to be nothing.

The autumn wind roared the stars under the night sky, and there were five people sitting on the back of a huge crane, one of which was Bai Qi.

Bai Qi pointed out and condensed spiritual energy, drew a rune in the air, and pressed the sword in his hand against it.

The sword's body was bumpy and stained with blood. It had lost its luster and could no longer establish a connection with him. It can be said that it was no different from being a broken iron.

This was the mid-level magic weapon he had been working hard for half a year in sect tasks, and he had saved up his own private work to buy, but it was actually scrapped.

Bai Qi gritted his teeth: "That man's blood is very special. He is so powerful. I'm afraid he is an evil demon. Uncle Jiang rushed over after receiving the message, caring for—"

While he hurt his magic weapon, he flattered. However, before he finished speaking, the man in the lead waved his hand, "He is not an evil demon, he is a human race. Just use the magic to confirm the location."

Jiang Xuanyi held his hands and swept his blue-white robe from Xuantian Sect in the wind, making him look like an immortal. There was excitement in his ancient well-being Wubo's eyes.

If what you expected is right, then the person should have a Xuanyin constitution that is rare in ten thousand years, with natural spiritual roots and pure bloodlines.

He has limited talent and now his realm is shackled at the peak of Xuanling Realm for five years. If he cannot find a way, he will be the only way to do this in his life.

But if he can catch this person with Xuanyin physique, he may get a turnaround!

A moonlight suddenly appeared.

Bai Qi held the sword in his hand tightly and leaned against the rune again. The spiritual light wrapped around the blood on the sword and turned into a flowing light and pointed in a certain direction. "Uncle Jiang, is there!"

Jiang Xuanyi pressed down and walked downwards and followed the flowing light.

The place where the Yao River flows into the Mo Sea is not a wide sea estuary. Sangli saw the steep cliffs in front of him and the turbulent waterfall-like river, and became nervous, "Xiaomian, it's time for us to lean on the side."

Qu Qingmian was about to respond, but seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked up.

A crane swept down with a wind, and the man standing in front raised his hand and threw out a rope soaked by aquamarine aura, which seemed to be trying to tie the person up in one fell swoop.

Seeing that he did not respond, Sang Li was about to follow his eyes, but before he could look up, he suddenly pulled into his arms and turned over and entered the Yao River.

In the night, the cold river water soaked her clothes and rushed to her ears and noses from all directions. Sang Li panickedly closed her eyes and held her breath.

She couldn't water, and the boy holding her became the only life-saving straw. She hugged his waist tightly.

Sang Li hadn't seen anything happened yet, but she believed in Xiaomian.

Qu Qingmian hugged the man and rushed forward like a swimming fish. The rope grabbed the sky, and the spiritual power contained in it scattered the raft, and several figures jumped down from the crane's back.

Sang Li was so angry that she couldn't hold on. She struggled to drink two sips of water. Qu Qingmian took her to lift her head out of the water.

The deafening sound crashed into it, and Sang Li was frightened to find that they were being pushed by the rapid flow of water and rushed straight into the cliffs of the sea!

Because of fear, she trembled and shouted, "Xiaomian, stop quickly! We will fall to death on the water!"

The sound of the waterfall was too loud, and Qu Qingmian approached her ears, "It's too late to get ashore, and a powerful monk is chasing her."

Only then did Sang Li know the reason why she suddenly jumped into the water. She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to calm down from fear, "Xiaomian, go quickly, don't worry about me, I won't have any trouble."

She let go of her hand that was holding Xiaomian tightly because she was afraid of water, and tried to push him away.

Sang Li knew very well that she would only be a drag on her follower in danger, and those monks would not do anything to her, an ordinary person.

The boy's arms were like iron bones. No matter how Sang Li pushed them, he still tightly surrounded her.

As he was about to be washed down from the cliff by the rapids, Qu Qingmian raised his hand to cover her eyes, "Don't look, don't think of anything, believe me."

The boy had passed the voice change period, and his tone was clean and slightly deep. He almost touched his ears in the huge noise, and his soft lips rubbed against the cochlea.

Sang Li only felt that her arms were very tight. The next moment, the strong sense of weightlessness made her breathing stagnate, her heart beat wildly, and her brain exploded.

The waterfall fell and rushed into the internal organs, causing dizziness that could not breathe. Sang Li felt that he was about to die.

As he was about to fall to the sea, Qu Qingmian turned over and smashed his back to the water surface, protecting Sang Li tightly in front of him.

Fierce splashes of water, and two figures hugged them crashed downwards.

Sang Li was subconsciously confused due to hypoxia. She inhaled and the cold water choked into her lungs. Under the painful stimulation, her cough brought out a string of gurgling bubbles.

Qu Qingmian held her waist with one hand, stroked her with the other, and tried to move upstream. Seeing that the person's limbs were weak and his face was about to faint, he reached out and held it behind her head.

Sang Lijiansu's hairband fell from the waterfall, and a head of black hair drifted like seaweed. His face turned pale in the blue sea water, and his entire lungs seemed to be about to explode.

In a daze, she felt a cold softness leaning against her lips, and life-saving air rushed into her mouth.

The will to live makes Sang Li suck and entangle.

Above the cliff, Jiang Xuanyi stood in the air with Bai Qi in his arms, looking at the endless sea of ​​ink, and a deep voice, "I found my place when I use my skills and continue chasing me!"

A trace of regret flashed across Bai Qi's face, and he lowered his head, "I just found someone, but I was excited for a moment and threw the sword... into the river."

He thought at the time that although the boy was strange, Uncle Jiang said that it was not an evil demon, but a human race. Besides, he did not find any spiritual fluctuations in the boy. If Uncle Jiang took action himself, he would definitely be able to take it down in one fell swoop.

As for the broken sword in his hand, which had become scrap iron, he felt very angry when he saw it. After using the last little use, he abandoned it without hesitation.

Who ever thought

Can this person run away under Uncle Jiang’s nose?

Qu Qingmian hugged the person who was still fainting, and the mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, with rippling light rippling, just like his heart.

I pursed my lower lip and felt a little numb and a small hole was sucked out, and the blood stains made my lips look brighter.

Although she was just a ferry breath, her consciousness was even vague and she didn't know that Qu Qingmian still thought it was no different from kissing.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the grape trellis from last year's Chinese Valentine's Day. The girl raised her head slightly, her clear eyes gazing.

His heart was beating very fast, and he was about to jump out of his chest, and this time, he finally lowered his head and kissed him.

The dazzling sparks exploded in clusters in his mind, just like the fireworks gently waving in the girl's hand that night.
Chapter completed!