Mo Qianliu's flustered mood finally relaxed.
He pulled his lips slightly and touched the girl's hair, as long as she was safe and healthy.
"Wait." Mo Qianyi was still in a state of shock, "I have heard of Feng, and our studio has also used Feng as a prototype for game characters."
He remembers his colleagues in awe-inspiring discussions during the meeting.
Zhao Youjue said to him: "It turns out that martial arts masters in costume dramas really exist."
He also admired her very much. When designing the game characters, he checked a lot of her information.
But there are only a handful of stories about her, and the most common one is that a criminal group in a certain place has been dealt with by Feng Yiguo again.
She is a messenger of justice and an idol that people worship.
It makes the underworld fearful and protects the peace of society like superheroes in movies.
But Mo Qianyi didn't expect that such a legendary figure would turn out to be his own sister.
He slapped the phone and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Machine: [It doesn't hurt. 】
Mo Qianyi: "I was really dreaming."
"..."
Seeing Zuo Qingxuan's matter was so decided.
Several people made detailed plans, and Mo Luan drove to Fanli Viewing Tower.
Few people come here now. Ten years ago, it was still a popular place to visit. In recent years, it seems to have been slowly forgotten by people.
There are pavilions on the roof and tables and chairs for tourists to rest.
When Mo Luan arrived, Zuo Qingxuan had already arrived.
Zuo Qingxuan's temperament gives people a soft, quiet and elegant feeling, so her closet is almost full of warm-colored clothes.
Today’s weather is not so good, the sky is closed with dark clouds,
Standing on the top of the building has a feeling of being close to the dark clouds, making people feel depressed in the biting cold wind.
Zuo Qingxuan has not been affected by the weather at all. She is still her favorite light-colored long skirt with a beige windbreaker.
The calf was exposed, and the cold wind was blowing on her clothes. She didn't seem to feel the cold.
Standing facing out, looking down at this bustling city.
Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head, "Unexpectedly, you really came."
Mo Luan walked over: "I hate clinging burrs. Every time I pass by, I stick to it, and I can't pull it off. So, I thought of a once and for all method."
She pulled the chair away and sat down, Fengyan looked at her with a smile and continued, "Well, uproot these hell burrs..."
Zuo Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and she walked over and sat down opposite her, with a round table between them.
She said: "Mo Luan, your methods are really clever, you have clearly taken advantage of it, and it makes people think that you are a victim. The person I admire most in my life is you."
Mo Luan leaned back in his chair leisurely and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, but I am very busy, unless I send it up to beg you, so, Miss Zuo, do you have a good self-reflection."
Zuo Qingxuan: "Introspection? Ha, if it weren't for you, I would still be the youngest woodcarver in the art museum today, and I will definitely enter the World Association within three years...All of this was ruined by you, and you still let me reflect? "
Her eyes were sharp with hatred, "Could it be that I want to thank you for letting me lose everything?"
Mo Luan looked at her for a long while, suddenly laughed, and said, "Do you know where Gao Yafei is?"
Zuo Qingxuan's eyes flickered, "It really is you..."
Mo Luan said: "A very unpleasant thing happened a few days ago. I was injured. Gao Yafei took the opportunity to push me down the mountain. Fortunately, I was dead and survived."