After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

Xia Ling is now powerless towards Qi Huai.

Before the points were accumulated enough, she couldn't help him completely solve his current predicament and could only continue to wait for the right opportunity.

"Xiao Jin, do you think it's too late for me to learn alchemy now? Is it possible to refine a god-level elixir within a year?" Xia Ling asked seriously.

Xiao Jin answered them one by one, and the silence in his words did not hide his meaning: [It's impossible, it's still daylight, don't think too much. ]

Xia Ling understood and quietly exited the chat.

Speaking of which, some of Qi Huai's experiences are somewhat similar to those of the original owner.

In the mortal world, they are all children of nobles, but their lives are not very good.

One is a useless chess piece who was sent to an enemy country as a hostage by her own family at the age of six, and the other is an adopted daughter of a declining family.

Fortunately, Qi Huai was rescued by Yu Qianyang when he was thirteen years old, who took him in as a disciple and brought him back to the world of cultivation, so he did not die in the abandoned house.

The original owner was sent to Yinmiao Sect to study by her nominal elder sister when she was nine years old. She encountered a lot of troubles during that time... needless to say.

Anyway, the dull and taciturn character of the original owner, as described by others, was also caused by his experience.

The same is true for Qi Huai.

It is obvious that today's awkward personality was gradually formed during those misfortunes.

Everything he had endured in the past had already exceeded what his age could bear, so it was normal for him to be gloomy, sensitive and closed off.

But whether you can untie the knot in your heart depends on yourself.

"Ugh."

Xia Ling suddenly sighed.

Simu Feng raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why are you sighing?"

"It feels like living is not an easy thing." Xia Ling started to write sentimental literature, but Si Mufeng rarely expressed his opinion.

Xia Ling was just talking casually, and returned to normal the next second. Staring at the spirit ball in his hand, he said faintly: "Second Brother, this spirit ball has not reacted yet. Do you think we can't even get through that door?"

The book doesn't mention this kind of phenomenon happening.

"Why not give it a try?" Si Mufeng pulled his hand back from the motionless spirit ball.

Xia Ling nodded: "Just give it a try."

As she spoke, she walked to a door at random, but it bounced open as soon as her hand touched it. Not giving up, she tried a few doors next to it, but the result was the same, "No, I can't get in."

Seeing this, Si Mufeng walked up to the last door and tried it, but there was no obstruction.

"Come here."

"it is good."

Xia Ling went forward and tried it as he said, and indeed, there was no obstruction to the door.

Looking up, he saw, "It seems that Third Senior Brother also entered through this door."

"Well, let's go." Seeing that she was not blocked, Si Mufeng turned around and walked inside.

Xia Ling followed closely behind, but as soon as he entered the door, Si Mufeng's figure disappeared.

The surrounding scene also began to change rapidly from white.

Familiar classroom and familiar people.

"A Ling, what are we having for dinner tonight?" The girl's gentle voice sounded beside him.

"A Ling?"

"Yes, I'm here." Xia Ling came back to his senses, raised his head and looked around. It was Class A of Grade 3.

The pretty girl in front of her with a high ponytail and wearing a blue and white school uniform, isn't she Wen Xunwan, her deskmate from elementary school to high school and one of her good friends?

But what day is today and what was she doing just now?

Are you sleeping?

Xia Ling always felt that he had forgotten something, but his mind seemed to be covered by a layer of fog and he couldn't remember it.

Although it was afternoon school hours, there were still many students in the classroom, and most of them were doing review exercises.

Xia Ling looked at this familiar scene and always felt an inexplicable sense of disconnection.

He stood up from his seat, stretched, and asked in a low voice, "Xun Wan, what day is today?"

Wen Xunwan looked puzzled: "It's Friday, you must have slept yourself into insane."

She guessed: "Could it be that you stayed up all night again to do exercises?"

"I've already reviewed the knowledge points, why should I practice more questions?" Xia Ling smiled: "Come out for a walk with me, the classroom is a bit stuffy."

"Okay." Wen Xunwan stood up and joked helplessly, "You are ranked first in the grade and you are still working so hard. I think you should stop calling yourself Xia Ling and change your name to Xia Juanjuan. Your nickname is Juanwang."

"Haha." Xia Ling laughed: "You are not bad for being the second in the grade."

The two walked out of the classroom side by side, chatting all the way, left the school, and went to a nearby milk tea shop.

"By the way, are you still writing that novel?" Wen Wanxun asked suddenly.

"Write it. It will probably take another year or so to finish." Xia Ling ordered a glass of 70% sweet jasmine milk tea. "Aren't you also writing? When it's finished, we'll celebrate."

"...It may take some time." Wen Xunwan's expression was a little unnatural, "Let's not talk about this."

"Okay." The air conditioning temperature here was a bit low. Xia Ling subconsciously touched his wrist, but there was nothing.

I always feel like there should be something here...

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

Could it be that his mental state is affected by staying up all night for a long time?