Ling Qiong grinned at Gu Jin, showing grace and dignity, evil and romantic, it would be perfect to say that he is not human.
The next second, he gently raised his hand, and waved his red sleeve at Gu Jin.
Gu Jin disappeared into the space stream in the blink of an eye.
The moment she disappeared, Ling Qiong instantly moved to An Mingji with his eyes closed.
His feet tapped lightly on the surface of the stream, without any trace of water in his mind.
Ling Qiong looked down at An Mingji from above, his face was expressionless and his eyes were calm and indifferent.
He leaned forward slowly, approached An Mingji, stretched out his slender and pale hand, and gently squeezed An Mingji's chin.
Immediately, he laughed out loud, his voice contained indescribable complexity: "You boy is really lucky."
Hearing Ling Qiong's exclamation, he squeezed An Mingji's chin forcefully.
Sensing the fluctuation of the space barrier, Ling Qiong instantly returned to the position where he was standing when he was talking to Gu Jin.
It was not bad at all, as if he had never been close to An Mingji.
Gu Jin soon appeared in the space, and the first time she came in, her gaze was fixed on An Mingji.
Seeing that he still maintained the posture of leaving before, he was slightly relieved.
However, this was not enough to reassure her completely.
Holding the wooden comb in his hand, Gu Jin stepped into the water again and came to An Mingji's side.
I don't know if it was her illusion, but she noticed that An Mingji's chin seemed to be a little red.
It seems that Xiaoan's chin didn't have this red mark before.
Gu Jin frowned, his eyes showed a little thought.
"Are you ready? After combing his hair, I will tell you how to save him."
Ling Qiong's melodious voice disrupted Gu Jin's thoughts.
Hearing him mention saving Xiao'an, Gu Jin immediately forgot what happened just now, she stood up straight, and walked towards Lingqiong standing on the bank of the water.
Lingqiu sits on a stone by the water bank, sitting gracefully.
Gu Jin stood behind him, combing his black and thick hair with a wooden comb.
At an angle that Gu Jin couldn't see, Ling Qiong frowned slightly, and a touch of loneliness flashed across his face.
He recalled some long memories, and someone once combed his hair so gently and meticulously.
Those memories are too old and have begun to become blurred.
The loneliness on Ling Qiong's face made people feel heartbroken for him when they saw him, but it's a pity that no one saw it.
Gu Jin combed his hair and held it in her hand, only then did she remember that she didn't wear a headband.
Just when she was in a dilemma, Ling Qiong stretched out his hand and presented a red hair tie in front of her eyes.
His voice was gentle: "Use this."
Gu Jin took the headband and tied up his slender but volume hair.
After doing all this, she walked up to Ling Qiong, stared at the monstrous man in front of her, and went straight to the point: "How should I save Xiao'an?"
Ling Qiong gently stroked his hair, and raised his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes mixed with a smile.
"He is dead."
He repeated what he said before.
Gu Jin's exquisite face turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Are you kidding me?!"
"I'm telling the truth." Ling Qiong said calmly.
At the next moment, Gu Jin raised his hand, and the wind blades gathered in his hand attacked Ling Qiong.
The crisis was approaching, and the Lingqiu disappeared in place in an instant.
His speed is beyond description.
Standing behind Gu Jin, Ling Qiong sighed helplessly: "You have a bad temper, why did you start before I finished talking?"