Feng Sujin cries the name of Jun Mohan, and her heart will jump out of her heart.

She stared at the air almost without blinking. She thought of Jun Mohan, and tears began to flow out of the corner of her eyes.

Until the vision blurred, Feng Sujin realized that she was in tears.

She resolutely wiped her tears and continued to look at her eyes without blinking.

She was very nervous. No one knew that her heart was like a string. With a touch, the string might be broken. She seemed to have no breath and her heart could not beat.

Feng Sujin's hand was tightly held, and there was a lot of sweat in her palm.

When Feng Sujin was nervous, a woman's figure gradually flashed out in the sky.

She has long hair and fairy clothes, which make the air soft.

Feng Sujin looks at the figure of the woman. Her face is moving. It's the soul of the zither. It's the residual soul power of the Fengming zither.

At the second level, she was in danger once. It was Qin soul who appeared and saved her. After saving her, she disappeared directly.

At that time, Qin Hun said that they would meet in the future.

Is this the time to meet?

Why does she know?

She still remembered that when the soul of Qin was about to disappear, when she was looking at her, her eyes were all different.

I didn't see Jun Mohan. Feng Sujin's heart was painful and her eyes dimmed. But when she looked at Qin soul, she was full of doubts.

The woman falls on the piano, then steps on the piano and falls slowly. She comes to fengsujin.

When she looked at Feng Sujin, her eyes were so soft, "Sujin."

Feng Sujin opens her mouth, "Qin soul, is that you?"

The woman smiled gently at Feng Sujin. "Well, it's me. I said we would meet again."

There are too many doubts in Feng Sujin's heart What's the matter? Mohan, do you know where he went? "

As soon as mentions the ink cold two words, the wind vegetable Jin's heart is painful cannot breathe, suffocates fiercely.

As if there were countless needles in her heart.

Her throat was choked, too, and she couldn't stop crying.

But she holds her hands tightly and tries to hold her mood. She has many questions to ask about Qin soul.

She said, looking at Qin soul with expectant eyes, and wanted her to tell her where Mo Han was.

Jun Mo's cold disappears, and her whole body will collapse.

She is also holding on to the spirit of the present.

She never had a rest. She didn't seem to know fatigue.

Qin soul looked at Feng Sujin's white hair, looked at her look of pain and despair, and her eyes flashed the light of heartache.

She took out the kerchief and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth.

The woman said, "don't worry, the creator is still alive, he's not dead."

Hearing the affirmation of Qin soul, Feng Sujin cried with joy and covered her face.

Crying, she stooped and sobbed.

Cry on the gas is not down, alive, he is still alive, alive is good, alive is good.

Feng Sujin smiled, with a smile on her lips, but the tears on her face were crisscrossing, crying just like a child.

Qin soul sighed: "don't cry, Mr. Jun must not want to see you cry. If you know you cry, his soul will hurt."

When Feng Sujin heard this, she quickly wiped away her tears with her hands. "I don't cry, as long as he is still alive, still alive, still alive..."

Feng Sujin seemed to whisper unconsciously.

She's all in the same way that she's in the dark.