Chapter 1327: I am a prophet~ (18)
She has already used these equipment handily.
"...That's fine."
Zuo Yan raised his brows slightly, and then stopped asking.
Taking advantage of this gap, Xiang Xing quickly took a small step and moved slowly towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.
"Then, that, I'm going to be the gathering time soon, let's not talk about it, bye bye!"
Feeling staying a little longer, there might be a big problem. The little guy hurriedly threw a word, then ran downstairs without hesitation, and swayed out of the villa door...
It wasn't until she quickly stopped the taxi and sat in smoothly that she patted her chest in relief and picked up the ding-ding-dong-dong mobile phone.
[Zhao Qianqian]: When you come back, remember to bring me some souvenirs to assist Feha.
[Zhao Qianqian]: But, my little ancestor, where are you going to survive in the wilderness? I haven't heard you say it before.
"..."
Xiang Xing held the phone and was speechless for a while.
After thinking about it, I had to type.
[Xingxing]: I didn't go anywhere, so I went out to show a camp and relax... Stop by and go home to see Grandpa.
I can't tell her that I am going back to Xiang's house...
I'm afraid it's not going to be scolded to death.
Fortunately, Zhao Qianqian didn't seem to have much doubt.
[Zhao Qianqian]: Let's do it, anyway, you are also in the mountains...just pay attention to your safety.
After a while, Zhao Qianqian sent a few more sentences.
[Zhao Qianqian]: I don't even know what happened, Zuo Yan actually cares about you so much...# sneaking
[Zhao Qianqian]: He came here today to see you, right? So when did you get on top? How long has it been? You little conscience, why didn't you tell me?
"..."
Seeing the string of news, a few drops of sweat fell on the little guy's smooth little forehead.
She asked her, she went to ask who.
It has only been twenty-four hours since they first met Zuo Yan.
However, before she could respond, Zhao Qianqian sent a few more sentences.
[Zhao Qianqian]: But, star, don't blame me for not reminding you... this is a popular traffic, you have to relax a little.
[Zhao Qianqian]: You have to know that between idol stars and Internet celebrity bloggers, if there is a little scandal, the traffic is comparable to those 70-year-old grandpas who fight every day for work. !
"..."
Xiang Xing bit her pink lips subconsciously.
Had to reply.
[Xingxing]: I know, and he and I are not the kind of relationship you think.
She will not take steps until she is sure who is Ambassador Xiangfu.
Although he is the "biggest suspect".
After sending out the message, the little guy stopped looking at Zhao Qianqian's chat window, and quickly exited.
In the next second, he saw another very eye-catching red dot, jumping into her eyes.
However, the words that followed her surprised her.
[Zuo Yan]: Pay attention to safety.
Only this one.
"..."
The little guy tilted his head subconsciously and blinked softly.
She thought this one would come after him and continue to ask a lot of questions.
Fortunately, it is not a hunting existence.
Thinking about it, the girl couldn't help but curled her lips.
After returning him an "OK" emoticon, he put the phone back in his pocket.
...
At the same time, Zuo Yan, who was standing by the window of the villa's living room, also silently put down his mobile phone and stared lightly in the direction of a certain taxi.
Seeing his pupils shook slightly, he seemed to think about it.
Suddenly picked up the phone again and called up another WeChat contact.
...
The taxi crossed most of the city, and finally returned to Changle Town with Xiang Xing and Gu Gu Duck.
After getting off the car, the little guy raised his head, looked at the sun slanting west, and couldn't help pursing his pink lips confidently.
After that, he stepped into Changle Mountain without hesitation.
Fortunately, this mountain has long been traced by the original owner who has been here since childhood.
Even though she doesn't have a GPS map, she can rely on the memories left by the original hostess, and send her forward in a familiar way.
As he walked, Xiang Xing finally saw the rows of roofs crawling among the forests on the mountainside before the sunset.
Simple, but also revealing a different kind of mystery.
That is the legendary Xiang family’s main residence, which is also the head of the Xiang family.
Thinking about it, the corners of the little guy's mouth were light, and the steps under his feet sped up subconsciously.
It didn't take long before he came to the jurisdiction of the Xiang family.
Looking at the surveillance cameras mounted on the trees, the girl paused, found a thick bush nearby, jumped in and squatted.
[Tsk tusk tusk... This camera is installed like a tree with big eyes! ]
Cuckoo Duck spit out subconsciously while looking at the cameras going around.
Looking at Xiang Xing's little face again, the bird's head tilted, [How are you going to get there? According to my visual observation, there are no dead ends in the arrangement of these cameras. ]
However, it only saw the little guy smile.
"Why should I go there."
Xiang Xing responded softly, taking off the backpack and carefully hiding in the bushes.
He took out a piece of ordinary A4 paper from the bag and shook it towards the duck.
He smiled even more, "Xiang Han will come here by himself in a moment."
[...Do you know it again? ]
Cuckoo Duck sounded dumbfounded.
He had seen this piece of paper before, and it was in the taxi. The little ancestor seemed to take it out to pass the time and drew the ghost symbol for a long while boringly.
However, knowing this moment, it can see clearly--
What is drawn on this paper is not a ghost symbol at all, but a mysterious, complicated, and very familiar formation from its perspective!
A faint blue brilliance shines through the formation, which is especially conspicuous when the sun is setting.
It was even more shocking to see Gu Gu Duck, mung bean eyes suddenly widened, [Wait, no... Doesn't the plot mean that when the original owner grows up, she doesn't have the ability to predict the future? ! ]
How did the little ancestor come up with this prophecy!
"If the plot says no, it doesn't mean there is really no."
Xiang Xing smiled, and his slender shoulders shrugged lightly, "Your system is broken, and the memory of the original hostess is not bad."
It's just that this predictive ability is indeed gradually sealed by something from when I don't know, so that the original lady sister will forget this part more and more as time goes by.
This led to the illusion that her "predictability disappeared when she grew up."
It's a pity that the black hand behind this seal did not expect that these abilities will be unblocked one day.
After thinking about it, the little guy sighed with emotion.
After that, he closed his soft eyes, and after a few words in his mouth, he suddenly lifted his fingertips like onion roots and moved them towards the center of the formation on the paper.
In the next second, a picture from the next few minutes suddenly came to her mind.