Quick Transmigration: The Concubine

Chapter 720 Master - Jin Huan

It's really immortal.

In front of him, there was a long table, and he was holding a brush in his hand, not knowing what he was drawing.

Feng Qinglan stared at him blankly, without blinking her eyes, for fear that in the blink of an eye, all this would disappear.

Even her breathing became much, much lighter.

"I'm back." The man didn't stop his movements, and he never turned his head. Even if the woman didn't make a sound, he knew it clearly, and only faintly uttered three words from his thin lips.

It seemed to be asking, but there was no question at all. His voice was deep and pleasant, but there was no emotion in it.

The only thing that can be felt is peace, which is as calm as a Wang Qingquan, not even indifference and indifference.

And the aura around him was even more so. If Feng Qinglan hadn't seen him at a glance, even if he was painting now and would move, she wouldn't be able to feel the presence of the man.

He is such a person, unlike when he went to see her before, he deliberately restrained his temperament and buried his breath, but now he...

That's the real him.

Calm as if there is nowhere at all, but it is daunting and frightening!

But it was just these few words that instantly made Feng Qinglan's eyes turn red, and the tears in her eyes almost couldn't be stopped, splashing down all over her cheeks.

As the eldest princess of the heavens, she has cried one of the few times since she was a child, whether it was sad or sad, or weeping with joy.

But there has never been a day when she cried like this, like a child!
She walked over quickly, and when she was three steps away from the man, she suddenly bent her legs, "Plop!", and knelt down on the ground!
"Master..." She choked with sobs, clapped three songs heavily, and tried her best to suppress her crying, "The unfilial disciple Feng Qinglan...is back!"

The man finally stopped what he was doing. He stood up, turned around, glanced at her quietly, and then looked away.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, the standard toothless smile as always, although it was so beautiful that people were fascinated, it was not real at all, not only the smile, but also the person.

That kind of inauthenticity does not mean that he is fake or hypocritical.

Rather, it seems to disappear. Smiles have this feeling, and people also feel this way...

Feng Qinglan raised her head, still crying.

Seeing her like this, the man showed a rather emotional expression on his faint face, "He is almost 30 years old, and he still looks like a child."

But the voice was still calm without the slightest ups and downs.

That look of emotion was just like the feeling when he smiled.

Feng Qinglan hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away the stains of her tears, holding back the tears that hadn't fallen yet.

The man in front of him can't express his appearance and temperament with his peerless elegance!

Even Feng Qinglan has searched various ancient books in the past tens of thousands of years, but has never found a word that can be used to describe him.

I have also seen how many portraits of Qinglong Xuanjie who have ascended for 10,000+ years, and millions of seniors, and none of them can compare with him.

As long as he is there, in the world, any scenery, any color, seems to have no meaning of existence.

Everything about him seems to be a perfect existence carefully selected and carefully crafted by the heavens.

Feng Qinglan had liked him for so long, she didn't dare to show it, let alone tell him.

Correct.

This is her master—Jin Huan.

In the whole world, no, it should be said that in the universe, the best master!
The reason why Xiaoqing panicked when Jinhuan appeared in her mission world was because of this.

Everyone in Qinglong Xuanjie knew that she liked her master.

Only Jinhuan didn't know.

Just as Xiaoqing thought, she was afraid that with just one word from Master Jinhuan, everything they had done and all their hard work would be in vain...

Feng Qinglan once desperately tried to catch up with him, but finally realized that it was really a dream and a fantasy.

"Get up." Jinhuan didn't know what she was thinking, or he didn't care what he was thinking, and after leaving these words, he walked towards his room.

"Yes..." Feng Qinglan stood up, looking at his back, her expression was very complicated.

"Thank you, Master..."

Her voice was not low, and the emotions she carried were definitely extremely complicated.

With Jinhuan's strength, not to mention her voice, she could hear it clearly no matter how low it was, but it was as if he hadn't heard anything.

With graceful steps, the long and wide sleeves dragged to the ground, quiet and noble.

With his steps, his clothes sway, and lotuses grow every step of the way...

Feng Qinglan stared straight at it for a long time, until the wooden door was closed, she couldn't see anything, and couldn't regain consciousness for a long time.

The world seems to have quieted down, and the wind seems to have stopped.

When it was getting dark, she suddenly regained her senses, and finally looked at the wooden door.

She turned around, her fingers touched the necklace around her neck unconsciously.

That was the wedding gift that Master gave her when she married Xiao Muyan...

Su Lingze also has one, and she is a couple.

Everyone knows that Master Jinhuan's things, even the most inconspicuous things that he regards as garbage, are treasures that all living beings desperately fight for!
What's more, he personally chooses the gift for the apprentice?

She laughed, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, thank you...Master.

She secretly thanked her for the last time, without further hesitation, she waved her hand and a piece of paper came out out of thin air, with a few large characters written on it, "Master, the apprentice has gone out."

The note floated to the door of the master's wooden house, and then she flew out of the range of the thick black fog.

Even with her strength, she didn't have the slightest temper towards the black mist. If it wasn't for the imprint left by her master on her body, she wouldn't know how many times she died here in the black mist!

Once the master entered the house, she would never disturb her, but as an apprentice, she would naturally tell the master when she went out of the mountain.

As soon as she left, the man knew, but he just sat casually on the wooden bed with an indifferent expression.

The outside world hasn't changed much.

It's not that different from before, but it's still so familiar.

Her strength has fully recovered.

In fact, she also tore her own soul to pieces back then, and went to warm up with Su Lingze's soul, and was able to find him better.

And he left behind a ray of soul and was reincarnated in one of the small worlds.

At the beginning, she begged her master to get the space-time mirror.

Then things can go so smoothly.

If there is no space-time mirror... the time will only be longer and longer, and something may happen!
(End of this chapter)