Chapter 1616： I believe he is alive

When Xiao Xuchu rushed to the main hall, he saw that the water spirit was standing there as if he had lost his glory, without a soul, like an empty shell, and they did not even notice when they entered the door. Such a water spirit is something they have never seen before.

Chu Qingyan walked up quickly, reached out and held Shui Ling's hand, and looked at her with distressed eyes distressed, "Shui Ling, what happened? Tell us, your master and I will be the masters of you!"

Only then did Shui Ling perceive their arrival, and looked at Chu Qingyan with a stunned look, then reached out and hugged her, crying, "Little princess, whine--"

Forbearing tears all the way, finally released at this moment.

Shui Ling cried, as if to cry all the soreness and pain of the past ten years.

No one knew what had happened to her, but she couldn't help but listen to her voice.

Chu Qingyan was held tightly by her, as if she were her driftwood. She couldn't help but reach back and hug her, patted her back, and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid, cry, cry, we It's all there, and it won't let you be bullied. "

"Little princess, he is not dead, he is not dead!"

"Woohoo, ten years, ten years ..."

She kept saying these words unclearly in her mouth. Chu Qingyan was closest to her. After hearing clearly, she felt that the person in her arms was soft and fell to the ground. She quickly supported her, "Come —— "

As soon as Sui Ling passed out, she rushed in and diagnosed her veins. She thought she was seriously injured, but the result was--

"Overwork and emotional swings can cause fainting."

After listening to the ethereal diagnosis, everyone looked at each other. According to Shui Ling's temperament, he couldn't do this kind of crying and fainting. What is going on?

"People under her hand said just now that she hasn't rested for three days and three nights." Huo Ling came back from below and told the matter to everyone.

"Since Feng Ling passed away, we have never seen Shui Ling so abnormal." Kong Ling glanced at Shui Ling on the bed and sighed sighingly.

When talking about Fengling, Xiaolieqi and others were silent.

Feng Ling's death has always been a trance in their hearts, and it is difficult to wear away.

Chu Qingyan suddenly remembered what Shui Ling said when she was holding her crying, "She just kept thinking about it, he hasn't died, ten years!"

Huo Ling widened her eyes. "So far, Feng Ling has passed away for ten years, which can make her have such a big emotional fluctuation. It can only be Feng Ling. Isn't she saying that she is Feng Ling?"

The ethereal spirit was also a stunner, Nana said, "Impossible, Feng Ling died in the battle of Ci Shui Po."

"But we haven't found his bones yet," Huo Ling added immediately.

The two looked at each other, and finally looked at the silent master.

Xiao Xu's eyes were deep, "I will know when the water spirit wakes up."

The crowd was downcast, and it was useless to guess here.

And Shui Ling did not sleep well, she frowned, and murmured, and finally she woke up with a shout.

The crowd had originally planned to let her rest well and prepare to go out, and then withdrew her feet because of this exclamation.

"Water spirit, what happened!"

Shui Ling sat on the bed and was shocked before she heard a reassuring voice. She turned to look at the master standing in the room, the little princess, and all her friends who were worried about her. But this time she was happy.

"Master, Feng Ling is not dead, he is in Chaoming Kingdom!"

This sentence is undoubtedly like a bomb, which made everyone unguarded.

After a while, Shui Ling changed his clothes and reappeared in front of everyone.

Xiao Xu sat in the main seat and asked quietly, "You talk about this."

Shui Ling nodded, and after half an hour of rest, her face improved a lot, and she was no longer pale.

"A month ago, my subordinate went to the Yue tribe to investigate the news with the letter, but saw an old beggar holding a string of wind chimes in his hand in an alley."

Talking, she took out a string of wind chimes that had rubbed away from her sleeves, and her eyes were tearful, but she tried not to let it shed.

"This looks like an ordinary wind chime, does it have anything to do with Feng Ling?" Cheng Yanluo on the side looked at the string of chimes carefully and asked a little puzzledly.

And the ethereal spirit on the side seemed to remember something, "I remember Feng Ling used to make such small things for you, isn't this--"

When I heard this, Shui Ling's eyes became even redder. "Yes, this is what Feng Ling made. This bunch of wind chimes was our token of love. They also went to the temple to open the light. They can keep peace. Once he broke up on a mission, before Ci Shuipo had a war, I gave it to him. He had a word of water, and my word was a wind word, and— "

She turned the bell on the bottom and showed it to everyone, "And this wind spirit, the wind word is below."

Needless to say, this wind chime is the one that Feng Ling brought with him.

Everyone was happy, "Is Fengling really alive!"

Shui Ling nodded, "I think so too, but—"

But no one knows how this series of wind chimes came from Xixuan to this Chaoming country where eight poles can't beat!

Xiao Xu suddenly said, "What did you find from the old beggar?"

When the water spirit was still, his expression was very lost. "No, the old beggar said that he had picked it up from the capital, but the wind chimes were covered with blood, but it had dried up. He wasted a lot of energy before he washed it away. It was dropped, but he was always with him without the pawnshop willing to accept it. "

"Then what have you done in this month?" Xiao Xu continued.

Shui Ling continued to shake his head. "I searched for a month and found no news."

Everyone instantly cooled the surprise because of her sentence. This string of wind chimes did not represent that Feng Ling was alive, or it might have been picked up by the people of the Ming Dynasty through Ci Shuipo, and then brought over.

If Fengling is still alive, he will definitely try to come back instead of ten years.

However, at that time, the wind was flexible and could not see people die or see corpses. This still made the fire spirits a little lucky. Fire spirit couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Master, do you say that the wind spirit is really alive?"

Xiao Xu frowned, apparently thinking about it.

At this time, Shui Ling knelt down sharply. She looked up, and her eyes were filled with tears. The petite face had become thinner and thinner because of the hard work of this month, her eyes begged, and her tears were more pitiful.

I saw her with her hands on the ground, her head pleaded.

"Master, Feng Ling must be alive. Shall we go and look for him? For so many years, he didn't know how much hardship he had suffered. Let's get him back, please!"