Chapter 711 (1/2)

When he opened his eyes, Jiang Lin first saw a sky.

No, it's not so much the sky as nothing pure blue.

There are no white clouds and no sun, as if the tentacles of the sky are available, or you are on the sky!

Wait, where is this?

Jiang Lin got up. His skull hurt a little. He was drowsy. He seemed to have slept for four or five days.

Jiang Lin remembered that he came to the ninth floor of the library, and then somehow went into the tenth floor of the library, which was a small space.

Then, I was hit by a piece of little red paper, spread out the little red paper, and... Then it seems to be here.

In other words, this is not a secret little world, is it?

Is there another small world in the small world? So fierce?

”Hey, boy, stop sleeping and get up to practice.”

When Jiang Lin was still confused, a light and crisp female voice came from the distance.

When I looked at Jiang Lin, I found that a little Zhengtai was lying on his back on the ground panting on the clouds not far away.

A girl in a red dress came to the little Zhengtai, stroked the skirt, squatted down, supported her chin in one hand and a green bud branch in the other hand, poked and poked at the little Zhengtai's face, and the bright red mother of pearl in the middle of her eyebrows was as beautiful as fire.

At the moment of seeing the red skirt girl's face clearly, Jiang Lin's eyes wrinkled, and that night reappeared in Jiang Lin's mind again.

Jiang Lin will never forget this face in his life

She is... Rongjiao

In other words, what I just touched is the information about melting and branding. In fact, this is not a small world, but the illusion that melting and branding paper replaces me.

”OK, sister rongjiao...”

The little boy supported himself and struggled to get up. As a result, he didn't grasp his balance and fell forward.

Rongjiao got up to protect and held xiaozhengtai in his arms. This time, rongjiao sat on the ground and the little boy sat in rongjiao's arms.

”Well, well, when it comes to practicing kung fu, you really practice Kung Fu. Look at you now. You're still practicing kung fu. You're really not afraid to practice yourself to death.”

Rongjiao crumpled the little Zhengtai's head into a chicken nest. Jiang Lin was stunned by his doting appearance.

Is this really melting?

This gentle expression, this doting look

This is not right

Recalling that night, Rong Luo was whipped by the sword, but she still looked a little excited, as well as her proud little expression.

It's hard for Jiang Lin to connect rongjiao with the gentle and playful girl in front of him.

No... what did melting and branding go through

”No, sister rongjiao, master will scold me.” In her tender arms, xiaozhengtai still wanted to get up, but he was already tired and didn't have much strength. How could he do it.

”Then wait. Take a rest first. My sister will help you recover your spirit and strength.”

Rongjiao combed little Zhengtai's hair and restored his strength with divine power.

After half a column of incense, rongluo stood up and smiled and pulled up the little Zhengtai who had recovered his strength: ”well, Jiang Feng, let's go and play with my sister.”

Jiang Lin: ”??”