Miraculous Fall

In the mind of King Xiyue, the good times he spent with his lover in the past, as well as every moment he spent with Qingfeng, kept emerging!

The words that person said to him echoed in his mind again. Qingfeng was seriously injured. Could it be the work of Dark Night City? The letter for help from Dark Night City was delivered just yesterday, and Qingfeng was seriously injured today. Could it be the work of the prince?

Thinking of this, the King of Xiyue felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold. The prince has always been popular among the people and treats people kindly! Every child takes him as a role model.

Everyone praised the prince for becoming a wise ruler in the future. The prince was always considerate to everyone! However, because of the Queen's matter, the prince always held a grudge against her and Qingfeng.

The King of Xiyue sighed heavily: "Ah——"

Then, he rushed towards the direction of Xuanji Club!

As soon as Di Yezhen and his party stepped into Xuanji Club, they rushed straight to Lan Qingfeng's room without stopping. They asked Nangong Xiyuan, who had been carrying him all the way, to gently place him on the bed. After everything was arranged, they slowly left the room.

Lan Qingfeng only felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if countless bees were hovering around his ears, and the noisy sound was endless.

"Master! Why hasn't he woken up yet?" A clear and tender voice, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, reached Lan Qingfeng's ears.

Then, another female voice as cold as a spring sounded: "Jia Jia! You have asked this master no less than ten times!"

Lan Qingfeng was still confused and at a loss, but from this conversation, he vaguely guessed that he must have been rescued.

He couldn't wait to see his savior, so he slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

"Master! He's awake!" That childish voice, like the sound of nature, once again reached Lan Qingfeng's ears. He finally saw the face in front of him clearly. It was a delicate and lovely little face that looked like it was carefully carved.

Lan Qingfeng asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

However, as soon as the words came out, Lan Qingfeng was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth! Because that was not his original voice at all, but a childish voice.

What on earth was going on? Why did it become a child's voice! Lan Qingfeng was extremely anxious, and he struggled to sit up and looked down at himself! What came into his sight was actually a child's body and tender little hands!

Lan Qingfeng's voice trembled involuntarily: "I'm still alive?"

The little boy saw Lan Qingfeng sitting up and looking at him. After hearing his voice, he said, "I am Feng Jia. Of course you are still alive, because when my master and I found you, you were still breathing. My master and I took great pains to save you. You slept for seven days and seven nights!"

When Lan Qingfeng heard the little boy introduce himself as Feng Jia, he was about to ask: Are you Feng Jia? What's going on? Why did I become a child? Do you know Di Yezhen and Jun Yesu?

But who would have thought that the words out of his mouth turned into: "Thank you! My name is Lan Qingfeng!"

Lan Qingfeng looked carefully and found himself in a sea of ​​flowers. In front of him, besides the little boy who helped him up, there was also a woman with her back to them.

The woman's flowing blue hair fell like a waterfall, surrounded by snow-white butterflies, like a fairy descending from the earth. She was wearing a pure white dress that fluttered in the wind, as if she had merged into the sea of ​​flowers.

Feng Jia may have noticed Lan Qingfeng's puzzled look, and hurriedly introduced: "That's my master!"

At this moment, the woman slowly turned around, each step was as light and graceful as if she was walking on clouds. Her figure was like dancing snowflakes, gradually walking towards them.

At this moment, Lan Qingfeng was able to see the woman's full appearance. The woman was extremely beautiful, like a blooming snow lotus, pure and elegant.

What is particularly eye-catching is her beautiful and lively blue eyes, which are like a deep lake and bright stars, making people unable to extricate themselves from them. Her blue hair is as soft as silk, fluttering in the wind, as if telling endless stories.

Her steps were light and graceful, and each step left faint traces of snow. She was surrounded by snow-white butterflies, and exuded a cold aura, as if she was an unreachable iceberg. People only dared to watch from afar, for fear that looking at her any longer would be a blasphemy to this fairy.

The woman's gaze was as cold as a star, shooting straight at Lan Qingfeng, and she said coldly: "Lan Qingfeng! The young master of the Lan family in the Holy Spacetime Holy Land, the day before your Holy Land was frozen, like a fallen leaf swept away by a strong wind, you were taken out and frozen in the Holy Mountain Range. Lan Qingfeng was only unfrozen last year. Am I wrong?"

"That's right!" Lan Qingfeng's eyes were full of vigilance, like a frightened deer, staring at the woman closely, "Who are you?"

“My name is Han Yue!” The woman looked at Lan Qingfeng, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile that seemed like a smile, “It seems that I will be busy next!”

Han Yue's gaze was like a sharp sword, sweeping towards Lan Qingfeng and asking, "Do you know who took you away that day?"

Lan Qingfeng answered truthfully: "I don't know!"

Han Yue looked at Lan Qingfeng, and her voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, with a hint of chill: "Then I will tell you, remember it well! She is the goddess of fate, Xue Luo!"

Seeing that his master and Lan Qingfeng were getting along well, Feng Jia suddenly had an idea in his mind, like a flash of lightning across the night sky: "Master! Otherwise, you can accept Qingfeng as your apprentice and give me a junior brother!"

Han Yue's eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze. He looked at Feng Jia and asked, "Jia Jia wants him to be your junior fellow apprentice?"

Feng Jia nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Yeah!"

Han Yue glanced at his apprentice and sighed helplessly: "Okay then! But you have to ask him if he is willing?"

Hearing Master's words, Feng Jia was like a happy little bird. She pulled Lan Qingfeng up and chirped, "Qingfeng! Qingfeng! Are you willing?"

Lan Qingfeng was silent, like a silent sculpture.

Feng Jia felt nervous when she saw Lan Qingfeng was silent, fearing that he would disagree. She said quickly, "Qingfeng! Let me tell you! Master is very powerful! She is one of the guardians of the Soul Goddess!"

As Feng Jia was talking, he felt thirsty. He picked up the water bottle on his waist and took a few gulps of water before continuing, "The Goddess of Souls is the sister of the Goddess of Destiny! As long as you take Master as your master, you will have the opportunity to meet the Goddess of Destiny in the future. Ask her why she rescued you and why she froze you! Who knows, you may still have a chance to go home!"

After hearing Feng Jia's words, Lan Qingfeng's eyes were like burning flames, full of determination and desire. He looked at Han Yue seriously, bowed deeply, and was as steady as a mountain: "Master, please accept your disciple's greetings!"

Han Yue looked at Lan Qing Feng, with a pleased smile on his face, like a flower blooming in spring: "Okay! From today on, you are my second disciple!"

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