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The world is mysterious?!

When asked about the residence of monsoon smoke by Xinglou, the sluggish servants only felt their legs were weak. They wished they could kneel down and worship for Xinglou on the spot. They knew nothing about the problem of Xinglou. After they raised their fingers to the residence of monsoon smoke, they were almost drunk looking at the handsome back of Xinglou.

Xuanwei follows behind the Star Tower. He is used to the reaction of the people.

The Star Tower strides to her residence with the monsoon smoke. Xuanwei pushes the door open, and the Star Tower goes in with the monsoon smoke.

"At the door." The Star Tower coldly left a sentence, and then directly took the door, Xuanwei immediately stood at the door, so that many people who secretly followed and peeped back subconsciously.

In the room, Xiaobai Ze, who is sleeping beside the bed, hears the noise, raises his eyes subconsciously, looks at each other, and then closes his eyes to continue sleeping.

It's his action that wakes up the little bat on his head.

The little bat rubbed his eyes with his little claws vaguely, and looked vaguely towards the vague shadow. A strange smell suddenly filled his nose. The smell made his sleepiness disappear in an instant. With a miso, he opened his wings and flew into the air.

That pair of red eyes, impressively on the star tower that pair of cold as autumn double dream.

Almost in an instant, the whole body of the little bat was stiff and began to shake, and its wings could hardly support it to continue to fly.

However, the Star Tower seems to have not seen the existence of little bats at all. Holding the monsoon smoke, it strides to the bedside and gently puts it on the bed.

The little bat shivered, looking at the nightmare like figure, as if realizing that the other party didn't notice himself, it quickly penetrated the neck held by Bai Ze, only revealed a small furry head, and looked at the star tower beside the bed.

At the moment, the whole attention of Star Tower is on the body of monsoon smoke. He covers the forehead of monsoon smoke with one hand, and only feels hot at the touch.

The forehead of the monsoon smoke is a little hot. Her whole body is transformed from the just cold to a kind of high temperature. The originally pale skin is now flushed by the temperature.

Xinglou's face is not very good-looking. He looks at the light frown of monsoon smoke in his lethargy. His eyes are cold and tense.

A faint purple mist fell from his palm to the forehead of monsoon smoke, but it had no effect on the high temperature of monsoon smoke.

The star tower looks at the monsoon smoke and the familiar face. At the moment, he is troubled by the pain. His brow wrinkles up involuntarily. He takes a deep breath and slowly steps back

The little bat who was hiding by looked at all this secretly.

In an instant, a shadow fell over the eyes of the little bat. Its vision was blocked by a pair of pure black wings, a pair of beautiful and domineering black feathers. In the room, because of the deployment of the two wings, there was a gust of wind. The little bat could only shiver and shrink into a mass. The red eyes were full of panic.