Panguan

He put away the cloth towel, wiped his fingers and said, "Gold-winged roc has withered and hasn't faded away, and was frightened again. I'm afraid we have to wait a little longer to wake up."

Wen Shi had already got off the bed and was about to walk to the door, when he heard this, he was taken aback.

"Frightened?" He frowned, and looked at Bu Ning wonderingly: "What kind of fright will the golden-winged roc be frightened?"

Bu Ning didn't raise his head, and wiped his fingers very seriously: "Well, it's true...it's very rare."

His reaction was even weirder.

Hearing this, who was anxious at first, was stunned for a moment, with question marks all over his face.

He kept going straight to this senior brother, but he was confused and frowned and asked: "What do you mean?"

Bu Ning was about to wipe his bald skin with both hands, so he raised his eyes, hesitant to speak to Wen Shi.

He opened and closed his mouth several times...and wiped the table instead.

No, what's wrong?

He frowned even more when he heard it, and was about to speak when Bu Ning suddenly stopped moving.

He leaned on the edge of the table, turned his head to look over, and held back a tactful sentence: "Maybe the golden-winged roc didn't see the transition spirit."

When I heard it, a "?" appeared slowly above my head.

He didn't react at first, until the senior brother known for his "thin skin and politeness" looked at him silently for a long time, and suddenly cupped his hands and bowed to him: "Junior brother, please forgive me."

When he got up, the face of this gentle senior brother turned red.

Wen Shi: "???"

After looking at each other for a while, when I heard it, I suddenly remembered the moment before Du Ling's severe pain hit...

At that time, he couldn't see Xie Wen in front of him at all, like a severely blind person. So all the process is indistinct in retrospect, and it is almost impossible to restore it clearly.

He belatedly remembered the warm and soft touch between his lips at that moment, remembered that his face seemed to have rubbed against the tip of another person's nose, remembered the faint scent of pine wood and the strong smell of blood in his breath...

He froze in place, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb.

When he raised his eyes again, Bu Ning's face turned redder.

When I heard it: "..."

Bu Ning made a bow to him again with an expression of "it seems that you have remembered".

The information came so fiercely and quickly that I didn't know which one to deal with first. He may have never been so sluggish in his life, he stood there for a while before jumping up to Bu Ning: "Isn't there a blindfold?"

It's okay for Lao Mao to ask Xie, but how could Bu Ning know?

As a result, Bu Ning made a third bow to him: "The entire Songyun Mountain is in the formation, and I am the leader of the formation. Even if there is a blinding formation, I can more or less perceive it."

After finishing speaking, he also habitually said: "Ashamed, ashamed."

When I heard it: "..."

But Xia Qiao, the 250, stood by and looked at you and him, and asked very ignorantly: "Brother, what kind of charades are you playing? Why can't I understand?"

none of your business.

Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at Xia Qiao, full of vicious words, when he suddenly remembered the puppet that he was afraid of being interrupted and let out to deceive the dust on the day of the seal...

It was also clean and spotless, and because he was already out of control at that time, he didn't care about the shape and appearance of the puppet he threw out, and only had a little subconscious idea.

Thinking about it this way, Xia Qiao must have really been created by him.

So he got stuck on the edge of his mouth again, and threw out a sentence: "Don't listen if you don't understand."

After speaking, he continued to walk out the door.

But Bu Ning comforted Xia Qiao: "It's nothing serious, please take a look at the medicinal soup?"

Xia Qiao obediently nodded and accepted the job.

Bu Ning straightened up after comforting him, and asked, "Are you going to see Master?"

There was nothing wrong with these words, but in view of the things he hesitated to say before, when he heard them, his ears suddenly had a lot of meaning.

So he paused and replied, "No."

"Then when you go out, this is—" Bu Ning was a little puzzled.

When I heard it, three words popped up: "Look at Lao Mao."

Bu Ning: "...OK."

Maybe it was because of the vivid tone of the word "Xing", when Wen Shilin was about to go out, he suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Brother, so this cage—"

Normally, until the last moment, you can't be so straightforward to the people in the cage. After all, few people in the world can calmly accept this fact.

But Bu Ning is different.

But Bu Ning's answer was unexpected, he interrupted gently: "This may not be a cage."

When she heard it, she turned to look at him: "What do you mean? It's not a cage?"

"At least it's not the kind of cage we usually see." Bu Ning added, "You and Master have fallen asleep for a while because of the heavy injuries, so I don't know much about it. We've been thinking about it for the past two days."

"you?"

"Oh, me and those two Zhang family members." Bu Ning doesn't often show his likes and dislikes on his face, and he is always polite when referring to Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin, "We talked a little bit. A normal cage is made by the cage owner. It is made by wrapping the cage core and the periphery."

When hearing the word "cage master", Wen Shi stared at him and let out a "hmm".

Bu Ning smiled and said: "I know, you must have regarded me as the cage master before. After all, my formation is here. It is not the case."

"What is that?" Hearing what he said, Wen Shi suddenly had a vague guess in his mind.