My Girlfriend And I Transmigrated

Fairy in white looks exactly the same as Qing Xuan, who is Qing Xuan's clone.

Looking at her sad and melancholy face, Luo Jing couldn't help but be concerned.

Even if he knew that this was not the real Qingxuan, he didn't want such a sad expression on his face.

If he could, he would like to have a smile on this face forever.

Luo Jing hesitated: "Should I ask the storyteller to change the story? Tell me something cheerful and interesting?"

Luo Jing wanted to enlighten the fairy in white.

Although an incarnation of a divine soul hears a story and tears in his eyes, it's more or less outrageous.

But Luo Jing encountered a lot of outrageous things, and he didn't care about these two.

But the fairy in white just looked at him quietly with complicated eyes.

After a while, he slowly shook his head, even if it was a response.

She still didn't plan to talk to Luo Jing.

Since Luo Jing arrived in Haiyan City, the white-clothed fairy seems to have lost the ability to speak.

Even when she was in the desert, she ran on Luo Jing with sharp teeth.

But when he entered the Central Plains, Luo Jing found that the fairy in white had changed a lot.

She was no longer indifferent to Luo Jing, but she also stopped talking to Luo Jing, as if her ability to speak was completely lost.

And lost more than the ability to speak.

Several times when Luo Jing practiced the sword technique of refining the Demon Blood Sword in the Taixu Wonderland, there were mistakes in the process of the fairies in white and Luo Jing practicing against each other. In theory, she should have mastered the Demon Blood Sword perfectly, but when she used the sword technique, a flaw suddenly appeared, and it was a very obvious flaw.

At that moment, not only Luo Jing's expression was astonished, but even the fairy in white was lost in thought.

Although that happens only a few times.

But it was true that this incarnation of his own divine soul became more and more wrong after Luo Jing stepped into the God-calling realm.

Luo Jing began to wonder if it was because the Fairy in White was incompatible with him.

After all, this fairy in white is not his clone, but from Qingxuan.

Although the fairy in white came to him because of some connection between the souls of the husband and wife, it was not his spiritual avatar after all.

Luo Jing was fine when his cultivation base was low, but as his cultivation base increased, Luo Jing needed to be closely connected with the incarnation of the divine soul, resulting in the incompatibility between the two becoming more and more serious.

Luo Jing even had a hidden worry in his heart, but when he reached the God-calling realm, the white-clothed fairy had already begun to show signs of decline.

What will happen if you continue to practice in the future?

In recent days, sometimes when he was cultivating in Taixu Wonderland, Luo Jing even realized that the person in front of him had changed.

It seemed that the person who practiced against him in the desert was no longer a white-clothed fairy, but a sluggish black-robed demon who looked exactly like him.

Although such a visual error only appears for a moment, it can be restored to normal the next moment.

But it appeared several times in succession, which made Luo Jing puzzled.

He rummaged through the collection of books in the Tianshu Pavilion, but could not find any books that recorded a similar situation.

The incarnation of the soul that has never been summoned by practitioners will be the appearance of others.

But Luo Jing came to wait for Qing Xuan today after all.

What he cares more about is when Qingxuan will come and whether he will come today.

Although the behavior of the incarnation of the soul is a bit abnormal, he doesn't care much.

After the words of consolation were ineffective, Luo Jing turned his head and continued to look in the direction of the city gate, carefully observing everyone who came in from the outside, hoping to see Qingxuan in white stepping into Haiyan City in the next second.

The process of waiting was tedious, but also with a little anxiety.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and everyone who stepped into the city gate disappointed Luo Jing.

He didn't see Qing Xuan's figure.

But time seemed to fly by quickly again.

Before you know it, the sunset has already set, and the sunset on the horizon is rendered blood red by the setting sun.

Luo Jing, who had been sitting by the window on the second floor of Heshun Restaurant for a day, felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Qing Xuan didn't come...

But Luo Jing didn't leave, he still sat by the window and waited.

It's just getting dark. Today hasn't passed yet. Maybe Qingxuan is on her way now?

Luo Jing found a reason in his heart and continued to sit by the window and wait.

Even if I really can't see Qingxuan today, it's fine. Come back on the fifteenth.

Lingyun Xianzong is tens of thousands of miles away from Haiyan City, and the mountains and roads are far away, so Qingxuan may not be so fast.

Luo Jing thought about all kinds of possibilities, but the anxiety in his heart increased...

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The frigid wind whistled through the streets of Haiyan City.

The white snow piled up on the eaves of Heshun Restaurant.

The ice picks hanging under the eaves, like curtains, blocked the woman's sight.

She sat by the window on the second floor, staring blankly at the direction of the east gate and the street below.

After the heavy snowfall, Haiyan City was a little deserted, and not many people traveled on the streets.

And those people, she didn't know all of them, and couldn't find the figure she wanted to see.

Shen Qingxuan came to Haiyan City three days ago.

Although she wanted to go to Tianshu Pavilion to meet that person, she knew that she couldn't be in a hurry now. Her husband's magic power had not been transformed. As a direct disciple of Lingyun Xianzong, she should not have contact with her anonymous husband.

At that time, it will be a disaster for the husband to attract the attention of those who have a heart.

She just came to the east gate of Haiyan City to wait every day, waiting for the figure of her husband to appear.

Although the husband put on a human skin mask, she could recognize the face, after all, she had seen it in a dream.

However, after three days of waiting, the husband did not appear.

My husband is indeed cautious, saying that we meet on the first and fifteenth day of the first month, but he really only shows up on the first and fifteenth day of the first month.

But today is the first day of the first month of December, why hasn't my husband shown up yet?

Shen Qingxuan, who was sitting by the window, flashed a trace of confusion in her eyes.

She is quite visible by the window of the restaurant where she is, and everyone who passes by on the street below can see her. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

If the husband comes, he will surely find her at a glance.

But he didn't show up... Could it be that the husband was waiting for the night?

Will I see her again after the night is sparsely populated?

Shen Qingxuan thought about such a possibility.

She sat by the window, silently watching the snow scene in the city.

This year's heavy snow came very early.

In the cold and windy Haiyan City, there is a piece of white on the eaves.

A familiar and playful laughter appeared beside him.

"Senior sister, what are you looking at? You are so fascinated by it."

Junior sister Jiang Muxue came out with a smile and asked curiously.

Shen Qingxuan sighed in her heart and was speechless.

When this little junior sister appeared, the husband probably wouldn't dare to get close.

I have to figure out a way to take this little junior sister away...

She said, looking at the little sister, but found that the little sister had a small bald head beside her.

The little monk was six or seven years old, white and tender, wearing a pale yellow monk robe, quite cute, like a porcelain doll.

Shen Qingxuan was a little stunned: "Where did you kidnap the little monk from?"

Jiang Muxue patted the little monk's bald head with a smile, and said, "What is a kidnapped person? This is an eminent monk from the Brahma Pure Land! Although he is only six years old, his future is limitless."

With that said, Jiang Muxue said, "Come on, Zhizhen, call Senior Sister quickly."

"My senior sister is a master among masters. If you make her happy and give you a little guidance, it will be enough for you to benefit from life...hehehe..."

Jiang Muxue smiled proudly, apparently having a very good relationship with this little monk named Zhizhen.