With her body that can be consumed casually because of excessive energy, how can she squander so much spiritual power!

Thinking about it, the man couldn't help but shake his head, and his words were full of domineering words that could not be refused: "Xiang Xing, I don't allow you to watch it again!" ”

Even if she wants to continue to look down, she will have to wait until she goes back and drinks the medicine.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning depressedly.

But now, her curiosity is heavier.

Thinking about it, the little guy silently deflated his mouth and muttered softly, "If I don't figure it out now, I won't be able to sleep tonight......"

"I've got a way to put you to sleep."

Seeing that she was still quibbling and struggling, Wu Chen couldn't help but look at it, and couldn't help but say, and directly hugged the petite body in his arms horizontally.

turned around and walked out of the side courtyard, and informed Jiang Yang and Mina, who were still elsewhere, "Collect the team and go back!" ”

“…… So fast? ”

Jiang Yang's voice was the first to come from the psionic Bluetooth communicator in each person's hand.

And with a hint of sneering, he deliberately teased, "I said boss, you seem to be a little fast......"

"Do you want to be reincarnated?"

An unceremonious cold suffocation sounded from the communicator, as if it could really do what it said.

Jiang Yang was taken aback, and he couldn't help but coax: "I was wrong, I was wrong!" ”

……

Fortunately, with Wu Chen's persistence, Xiang Xing couldn't continue to watch it a second time.

Because on the way back, she fainted again because of excessive energy......

This time, though, she didn't die of sleep.

Instead, I had a strange dream.

In that dream, she seemed to have come to the most prosperous and colorful concession area in Qinghe City at the beginning of the last century.

It is full of lights and glamorous sounds, a whole neon-lit street, all kinds of entertainment venues for the upper class, song halls and dance halls, abound.

Among them, the most conspicuous is the Parkway Gate where Luo Qingya, the first female singer in Qinghe City, is located.

At this time, Luo Qingya should have not retired, and her photo was still hanging in the largest neon sign in Parkway.

And her nickname is "Swaying Golden Rose".

Looking at these words, Xiang Xing was stunned.

I can't help but think of the rose pattern on the black paint of the puppet, embellished with gold threads.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt that his pace was a little uncontrollable.

I couldn't help but follow the surging crowd and walked directly into the Parkway Gate.

I saw that there was a lot of red wine and green inside, full of colors.

The sound of glamour surrounded my ears, and I was surrounded by all kinds of men and women, clinging to each other and swaying to the music.

Ballroom? Bar? Nightclub?

Xiang Xing shook his little head that was drowsy by this atmosphere, and couldn't help but stare at it.

These men and women were dressed in suits and cheongsams of that era, spoke softly, and behaved elegantly and calmly.

But it is full of endless ambiguity.

As for the one who stands on the stage, swaying to the music, and singing the sound of delight.

It is Luo Qingya himself.

As for the group of dignitaries and dignitaries in the audience who were fascinated and cheering and applauding, they were the guests who came to pursue her.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help but step forward and carefully observe the faces.

I didn't see Zhu Yu'an's face.

However, there was a figure that made her feel very familiar.

It was a little boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brown beret, holding a drawing board, drawing something in the dim light.