"What do you mean? Do you know that Murong Que was injured and unconscious?" Seizing the loophole in the young Xianjun's words, I reached out and grabbed his neckline.
His clothes are still wearing my outer shirt, but a white apron cloth is wrapped around his waist, which looks a little funny.
But when I turned around and looked at him angrily, I was stunned.
Previously, because I had always remembered Murong Que's injury, I didn't take a close look at the appearance of the young fairy.
Knowing what he said just now, when I regained my consciousness, I noticed his appearance.
His appearance... He was seven to eight points similar to Lucy Yao, except that his facial features were more immature than Lucy.
In other words, he looks like Lucius, who is twelve or thirteen years old!
"Hey! What are you mortal doing? Who is this fairy? How difficult is it to know this!" The young fairy raised his neck and stretched out his hand sadly to pull my hand away from his collar.
Realizing my gaffe, I sighed and released my hand cooperatively.
Yes! Whether he is a mortal or not, it is naturally not difficult to know these.
I thought about it, and suddenly asked quickly: "Then do you know... was Murong Que taken away by someone?"
"Well..." The young Xianjun stretched out his hand to caress his chin, and walked around the room. The indifferent complexion became a little dignified as he returned.
"What's the matter?" His expression made me a little nervous.
The young fairy clasped his brows, looked at me solemnly and said: "Are you someone who provokes something terrible?"
"Huh?" My heart suddenly burst, and a faint feeling flashed under my heart.
The young fairy gentleman touched his chin again, and asked, "You have a holiday with the people taught in black?"
"Teacher in black?" I shook my head again and again. After coming here, I have never had a feast with anyone from any church, but if Yip Liao provokes him during his lifetime, it would be hard to say!
However, these three words, "Black Clothes Teaching", sound a bit familiar!
"That's weird..." Young Xianjun bent over, walked to the corner of the wall, and reached out to pick up a black token from that corner.
I looked at him picking up something from the ground through the shading cloth in front of me, and hurriedly leaned over to look at it.
The young Xianjun took the token in his hand and flipped it back and forth, whispering in his mouth: "What is this? It's dark, it's not a good thing to look at."
As he raised his hand, he was about to throw the token out of the window.
"Hey! Wait!" I yelled, raised my hand and hurriedly snatched the token from him.
It was a shield-shaped token, and there was nothing to see on both sides of the black paint. I felt strange in my heart. I touched the token with my hand, and I felt the uneven touch on the seemingly smooth surface of the card.
I flicked the token back and forth, the pattern on the card was a bit complicated, and I didn't recognize it for a long time. What was it on
"Hey! You touched it for a long while, did you feel anything?" Young Xianjun frowned and looked at me impatiently.
"The texture is too complicated, I don't know what has been carved. Keep this thing for now, maybe it's of any use." After I said, I put the token away.
The young fairy looked at me disgustingly, as if what I was putting away was useless garbage.
I glared at him fiercely, thinking that although this young fairy king had a face that looked like Lucy Yao, his temperament was far worse than Lucy Yao!
I just put away the token, and suddenly there was a noisy footstep outside.
The young fairy king reacted first, and immediately jumped behind me and looked outside with a guard.
I looked back and saw a team of nursing homes hurriedly approaching here. Headed by it was Mrs. Ye's portable girl-Furong.
"Miss?" Furong frowned when she saw me.
She looked behind me with her probe, and the young Xianjun immediately grabbed my hand tightly, as if she was a little jealous of the lotus.
Think of Furong and Madam Ye, but someone who came out of the mysterious door. The young fairy behind me is a ganoderma lucidum, no wonder he is so scared.
"Ahem!" I gave a dry cough, and stretched out my hand to support the young fairy king behind me. "Um... It's so late, why haven't you rested? So many people came over, what happened?"
"Yes..." Furong stopped talking, and peeked at the side of the bed behind me.
Could it be that Furong and the others noticed that Murong Que was different, so they brought someone over here? I guessed in my mind.
"Miss... but have been here all the time?" Furong glanced into the room, and glanced at the young fairy behind me, but did not question him much.
"I..." I hesitated, and decided to answer truthfully: "I just arrived too!"
Furong hurriedly asked, "Are the four young masters still there?"
"Didn't he be transferred to another place by you?" I subconsciously asked the question in my heart directly.
Furong's complexion changed slightly, and she immediately stepped forward and clasped a fist at me, and said in a man's manner: "Since the lady has promised the young lady to keep the four young masters, she will not turn back."
It seems that she is upset because of my questioning words! This girl, Furong, is really loyal to Mrs. Ye!
I nodded, suddenly remembering the black token in my arms. Just about to speak, she asked if Furong knew what it was.
I saw that Furong lowered his head and clasped his fists and continued: "The wind is cold at night, and the Qingcheng is not careful today. The eldest lady should go back to rest as soon as possible, so that the wife will not worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and led the people behind him to leave.
As soon as she walked to the door, she stopped again and looked back at the young Xianjun behind me.
As soon as the young fairy was about to stick his head out, he immediately retracted behind me, as if he was afraid of being seen by Furong.
Although Furong had doubts in her eyes, she did not ask. Just instructed the two nursing homes behind her: "You leave the two of you to take the eldest lady back to the room, and the others will continue to patrol!"
"Yes!" A line of nursing homes followed respectfully, and then two people were left waiting outside, and the others also left.
It seems that Murong Que was taken away by others.
I touched the token in my arms, and felt a little worried about Murongque's current status quo in my heart.
Now that Murong Que has been stolen, Murong Yu naturally has no way to explain it, and it is even more impossible to exchange souls for them.
I knew that things would turn out to be like this. I might as well respond to Murong Yu's news directly. At least I can learn the whereabouts of Xuan Cang's heart from his mouth!