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Yan Wan was still a little weak at this time, and the empathy just now made her feel uncomfortable.
Xing Zhimo helped her to an open space outside, which was the direction the two ghosts pointed just now.
Xing Zhimo looked at her face and frowned slightly, asking, "Are you okay?"
Yan Wanxi glanced at him and said, "I'm fine, just a little weak."
"How about you teach me and let me do it." Xing Zhimo said with some worry.
Yan Wanxi shook her head gently and said, "You don't know what Xiaoju looks like."
After hearing this, Xing Zhimo could only let go of the hand holding her, pursed his lips and said, "Then you should be more careful."
He knew that Yan Wanxi¡¯s decision would never be changed.
Yan Wanxi smiled and nodded. Seeing his tight lips, she stretched out her hand, took his hand, and said, "How about you hold my hand and we'll be together."
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Yan Wanxi smiled and said, "You just need to hold me."
Xing Zhimo wrapped her white little hand in his broad palm with his backhand.
Yan Wanxi's originally cold little hands were held by him, and she suddenly felt a burst of warmth.
The warmth slowly rose until it reached her heart.
At this moment, Yan Wanxi clearly felt that the wind around her was no longer so cold and biting.
Because he is by her side.
Thinking of this, the corner of Yan Wanxi's mouth raised a beautiful curve.
She put away other thoughts and placed all her feelings around this place.
Feeling the ghosts who have been here before.
Although, there are formations she has set up in her home, and these formations are also things that some ghosts are afraid of.
However, this will not make these ghosts stay away from here, but it will make them want to come here more.
Look at what kind of people live here, who can actually set up such a powerful formation.
So what Yan Wanxi saw at this time were the traces of those ghosts who had been here.
Yan Wanxi closed her eyes tightly and felt it seriously.
Soon, she saw traces of Xiaoju in it.
She used to stand here every day, watching herself come out of the courtyard and go to Dali Temple.
Only when she left could Xiaoju dare to come out of that corner.
Xing Zhimo saw Yan Wanxi's eyes closed tightly, but her face became increasingly pale.
He knew that Yan Wanxi was like this because she had lost too much spiritual power.
Thinking of this, he looked at the hands the two of them were holding.
He was trying to transfer some of Li Jing's spiritual power to her.
But at the next moment, he saw Yan Wanxi's eyes, which had been closed tightly, open.
"Wanxi, are you okay?" Xing Zhimo asked anxiously.
Yan Wanxi was frowning at this time, her face was a bit paler than before, there was no blood at all, and her eyes were a little dazed.
"Wanxi, Wanxi, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xing Zhimo held her face a little and asked.
Yan Wanxi finally recovered, blinked, looked at Xing Zhimo, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I saw Xiaoju."
Xing Zhimo should have been happy when he heard this, but seeing her like this, he couldn't be happy.
He just said: "Go back first and talk about it later."
Yan Wanxi nodded and let him pick her up and walk to the courtyard. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com