Chu Zheng raised her hand, facing the bushes behind her, and the wind passed through her fingers, causing a hint of coolness.

A silver light suddenly appeared and swept along the wind towards the bushes.

rustle--

The bushes swayed violently.

The eyebrow feather trembled slightly, slightly widening a little distance, and wanted to turn back: "What sound?"

"wind."

Chu Zheng pressed his head and deprived the boy of his breath again.

Thousands of silver threads behind the boy collapsed, accompanied by the rustling sound, and silver lights gathered towards them like meteors, surrounding them and disappeared.

-

The boy hugged Chu Zheng and looked at Fanxing above his head: "Where are we going?"

"First find a place to live, and you can make the antidote first."

"...I??" The boy was slightly surprised.

"Yes." Chu Zheng pulled the thin blanket on the boy's body.

"You... are you going to do it?" He can do it while rushing, it doesn't matter.

Chu Zheng touched his head: "You are more important."
Chapter completed!