“I can’t explain it clearly for a while, and I’ll tell you later when I figure it out.”
Xin Lin couldn’t explain it clearly for a while, so he could only give a few words of advice.
Xin Lin left the palace and waited for a moment outside the palace.
Her body was covered with a cloak of wind.
Not long after, Feng Xi walked out.
He was not surprised to see Xin Lin, but just nodded slightly.
Xin Lin took off the cloak and gave the wind breath back.
She understood Feng Xi’s kindness today.
But she always felt that the wind was different from before.
“It’s strong wind and snow, please keep it.”
Feng Xi refused Xin Lin’s cloak, looking a little distant.
“Fengxi, are we still friends?”
Xin Lin stared at Fengxi, and the wind in front of him was just like when they first met.
In the White Bird City, on that rainy day, the stunning monk wearing a hat floated over.
“Good and evil are in harmony. You can only choose one between him and me.”
In the wind and snow, the sound of the wind breath was a little cold.
Xin Lin smiled bitterly.
It’s a typical wind-like answer.
Xin Lin really wanted to tell Feng Xi that in fact, the arrogant corpse is not a bad person.
The people he kills are all people who should be killed.
Is it just because he is the corpse king that he is evil?
If Feng Xi knew that he was an evil ghost for a hundred years, he would probably have to beat him up to death.
“It seems that we are destined to be friends. I hope that when we meet again, we will not be enemies.”
After saying that, Xin Lin threw his cloak to Feng Xi and left with great strides.
The heavy and warm cloak fell into Feng Xi’s hands.
The cloak also carries the unique herbs on Xin Lin’s body and her body temperature.
In the cloak, something rolled on the ground.