Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang tried his best to restrain his panic, and wanted to enter the mysterious warning state again to see if he could find more clues.

Put your five hearts to the sky, take a deep breath, and let your brain meditate.

The pounding heartbeat became more pronounced and deafening.

Su Haitang frowned uncomfortably, and immediately uncomfortably unfurled it, breathing out from his nose, and worked hard again from the beginning.

White mist, solar galaxy, five-color trees, yin and yang fish spring...

Repeating these four key words silently, Su Haitang was in a daze, and the familiar white fog appeared again!

Su Haitang was overjoyed, rippling like white mist and water, and it seemed that the picture was about to break. Su Haitang hurriedly converged, calmly and calmly entered into the white mist.

Everything is business as usual, except that under the five-color tree in the middle of the spring, the eyes are familiar with lying prone.

"Little Fox!"

Su Haitang screamed and ran toward the five-color tree!

The little fox seemed to be startled, and suddenly raised his head to look at her.

Su Haitang's heart burst, and he looked at the blood-colored fox eyes in surprise.

This is not like her little fox.

No, her little fox is on a mission with Cheng Yuanzheng, how could it be possible to return to her space?

Is this her upgraded space? For the time being, only spirit can enter. Su Haitang firmly believes in this.

Although the little fox can freely enter and exit the space without her permission, there should always be a distance restriction, right?

The little fox shouldn't be able to come back as he pleases because he can't accept any signal badly when he is tens of thousands of miles away.

If that's the case, how should the owner of the space count? Is she still a little fox?

A hint of unpleasant thoughts flashed in Su Haitang's mind, and the translucent little fox figure became more faint and illusory.

The little fox kept gesticulating his two front paws at her, his pointed mouth kept closing, as if he wanted to tell her something.

Su Haitang was stunned by its red eyes that were almost bleeding, and his brain was filled with the evil and strange blood eyes.

Ominously tight.

The screen snapped off abruptly, and Su Haitang woke up again.

She endured the intense heart palpitations, came out of the cold water, took care of herself quickly, opened the door and ran out.

"grandfather!"

Su Haitang hurriedly took He Anbang's hand and smiled apologetically at everyone.

"Grandpa, I have an urgent matter to ask you."

He Anbang's eyes flashed, he stood up following the strength of his granddaughter, and smiled at Bai Longyin and the others, before being dragged away by the anxious Su Haitang.

"Grandpa, is there something wrong with Cheng Yuanzheng?"

Su Haitang pulled He Anbang into the corner, lowered his voice and asked, and his eyes kept checking his expression.

He Anbang raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and in turn observed the expression on her face.

"What do you know?"

Su Haitang paced back and forth two steps irritably, mad at this mode of non-answering questions.

"Grandpa, if you know anything, don't hide it from me. I think something happened to him!"

"Do you think?" He Anbang repeated these three words slowly, his brows raised and lowered.

Su Haitang sighed in frustration and looked at him imploringly.

"Grandpa, can you try to contact him? Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case! It is not easy for the army to train a talent, so you can't give up on him."

"What nonsense!"

He Anbang listened more and more wrongly, seriously criticizing her, but he could not completely ignore the rare irritability of his granddaughter.

There is something extraordinary about my granddaughter. Although the hexagrams of Qinghe Niubibu can't be completely believed, they can't be completely disbelief.

At least the granddaughter has something to say, it is not easy for the army to train a talent like Cheng Yuanzheng.

But this also means that he has enough ability to deal with crises. If there is a need, he will send a signal for help.

"Girl, don't worry, Cheng Yuanzheng will not fall so easily."

No news is good news.

Because, like Cheng Yuanzheng and the others, if they are really dead, they will definitely find ways to pass the news back.

He must be alive.