She smiled bitterly, stood up, and suddenly a small piece of paper fluttered out of her sleeve, folded into the shape of a paper crane, and landed lightly on the ground.

With a thought in her heart, she picked up the paper crane as if accidentally, put it back into her sleeve, turned around and walked back into the house.

Sit under the lamp, take out the paper crane, play with it at will, open and fold it, fold it and open it...

Amidst all the twists and turns, Luo Qingyu had already seen clearly what was going on inside.

Inside the paper crane is a painting.

The painting depicts a large garden with countless flowers blooming in the wind...

The lines of these paintings are very rough, like children's random graffiti, but Luo Qingyu recognizes this kind of pictures.

This kind of map is the invisible topographic map when she and her colleagues communicate with each other in modern times!

It doesn’t matter if it’s lost, it won’t attract anyone’s attention. I didn’t expect to find it here today…

After she came back from time travel, she only mentioned this kind of picture to one person when she was very bored. She didn't expect that person to remember it in his heart——

She is naturally an expert at looking at maps. She can tell at a glance that this is the topographic map of this magic palace. Every path and every palace is inside...

Luo Qingyu's heart was beating wildly. With this picture, she had a better chance of escaping.

Her memory was astonishing, and she memorized the entire layout of the picture after just a few glances. She was about to destroy the picture, but she found that the graphics on it were gradually disappearing. It took less than a cup of tea to disappear.

, became an ordinary piece of white paper.

It seems that the person who drew the picture was as meticulous as ever and tried not to leave any flaws.

Luo Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper a few more times, folded it into the shape of a paper airplane, and threw it around the room.

Outside the window, a morning glory slipped silently down the windowsill and returned to its former appearance.

Various flowers in the courtyard swayed gently, seeming to be whispering something.

Luo Qingyu glanced sideways at the window sill and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her courtyard looked unattended, but in fact, most of the flowers, plants and trees in the garden were transformed into spirits. They were Feng Xiaoxun's eyes and ears, and Luo Qingyu's every move was reflected in their eyes.

It would be fine if there was nothing wrong with her, but if she did, she would naturally not be able to escape the eyes and ears of these flowers and plants...

The sound of the piano still swayed in the night, like weeping and complaining, and like an iron horse coming to kill. Luo Qingyu slept with his clothes on, and gradually fell asleep to the sound of the piano...

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In his sleep, Luo Qingyu felt like he was imprisoned in a stone chamber and turned into that Fei'er again.

Although there were clean bedding in the room, they could not conceal the coldness and decay.

She sat on the bed with her hands and knees, dazed in thought. There was a conversation between two banshees outside.

"I heard that our Lord Demon Lord has finally agreed to the demon clan's request for marriage."

"Yes, the princess of the demon clan has admired our demon king for a long time and has always wanted to marry her."

"I heard that Lord Demon Lord has already started decorating the new house. The new house is beautiful..."

"Oh, I really want to take a look..."

Luo Qingyu suddenly raised her head. Even when she didn't know what she wanted to do, her palm had already grasped the collar of a banshee: "What did you say?! The foster father is getting married?!" Her voice

It was so dark that even she was shocked.

I feel like I have become two people at this moment, one is calmly watching the show, and the other is shocked and confused, but also deeply sad.

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