Before, when he left the misty forest, he said he was going to Xuantian Continent.
It has been more than a month and he is still in Nan'an City.
Si Mobai held Feng Tianlan's hand and turned around in the corridor, then held her cold hand and warmed her hand with a sigh of relief, "You must be worried about something happening in Luo Mansion, and it's almost the Chinese New Year, so it's postponed Itinerary.”
He was going to leave long ago, but if something happened to the Luo Mansion, Lan'er would blame herself for the trouble.
He always wanted to help her, and he couldn't bear to make her sad.
Feng Tianlan looked at Si Mobai earnestly breathing on her to warm her hands.
She felt her palms were hot and blushed, "I'm fine.
It's just Yunzhu who has this matter that is too evil.
If you don't know better, I I’m worried that those people will find Yunzhu again.”
Si Mobai hummed lightly and continued to warm her hands.
"My hands are not cold anymore."
Feng Tianlan quickly withdrew her hand and hid it in her sleeves, feeling that her face was burning under the cold wind.
Si Mobai didn't insist, but just stood in the wind, blocking part of the cold wind from her, "I checked some clues about this matter, and I think they may be useful to you."
Feng Tianlan looked up at Si Mobai.
His face was half covered by the candlelight, but it looked even more mysterious.
The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was still as red as blood.
Looking at his hair, it was dyed with a thin layer of hair.
A layer of white snow, like green hair turning into silver thread, made him look even more like an immortal.
It's just that if this hair is stained with snow and then melts into water, it will easily cause migraines.
Si Mobai was about to talk about the truth he had found, but the man standing in front of him stood on tiptoes, raised half his head, then stretched out his hand to his head, flicked it, and the white snow fell down. .
At this moment, his cold heart instantly melted into water.
"It's snowing outside.
Why don't you hold an umbrella?
The snow has melted and your hair is wet.
It's easy to get migraines.
Come back to me."
Before she finished speaking, Feng Tianlan felt a fiery gaze fall on her face, making her want to retract her hand angrily, but her slender wrist was held, and she heard his low and gentle voice. , "Go on, I'll tell you the clues."
Feng Tianlan blushed with embarrassment, but still nodded softly.
With a smile on his lips, Si Mobai looked at Feng Tianlan, whose face could still be seen blushing under the candlelight.
He let go and continued, "This matter may go back a thousand years ago."
"So far away."
Feng Tianlan looked at him in surprise.
She thought it would only be a hundred years at most, but it actually goes back to a thousand years ago.
The span in this world must be too big.
Si Mobai glanced at her hand, and waited for her to continue brushing the snow from his hair before continuing, "Qingyan Academy has a long history.
If you really want to trace it back, it does go back to a thousand years ago.
According to what I checked, The ancestor who created Qingyan Academy, his strength is above that of the gods."
"The Divine Lord" Feng Tianlan paused his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The strongest person in Xuantian Continent is the Divine Lord.
The Luo family actually has such an ancestor."
Then falling from the divine ancestor to the high-level spiritual king is too much of a decline.
"It can be said that the Luo family used to be from the Xuantian Continent, but because of something, they hid in the Guiyuan Continent and evolved from a rural school into the Qingyan Academy with a history of hundreds of years."
Si Mobai highlighted the key points.
While talking about the history of the Luo family, her eyes fell on Feng Tianlan's face.
She was very gentle as she brushed the snow against his face.
The two of them stood at the corner of the corridor.
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Under the candlelight, she carefully brushed the snow from his head.
He lowered his head and talked in detail, just like a wife waiting for her husband to return home late
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