✓I have swept the interstellar cultivation realms

50

Chapter 50

Jing Xingyan, who has experienced life and death, that is, has a stable mind, this morning, I didn't think I was sleepwalking when I saw this white jade bell full of courtyards.

After learning that Mu Shuyu himself was a flower demon, he was much calmer when he saw these Jing Xingyan.

He was even thinking, maybe Mu Shuyu's relative?

Jing Xingyan calmly dialed a small bell, and then heard a scream.

"Ah! I'm really going to sleepwalk!

The "ah" constantly echoed in the courtyard, passing by small bells, which was spectacular and painful.

Jing Xingyan asked the robot to sneak Xin Zhangti to the door, and threw Xin Zhang, who was still wearing pajamas, out of the door without mercy.

Under such a deafening sound, even with earplugs, Qi Hongchang could not still be asleep, and after a while, he also climbed out of his tent, fortunately, he was calmer than Xin Zhang, and did not scream.

But not that he wasn't shocked.

Looking up on the ground in the courtyard, the scene is even more magnificent, with little bells like white jade, between the green leaves, winding up to the roof of the second floor, covering the morning light, leaving only green shade, like little white stars in a green sky.

No wonder Xin Zhang called it that, it really seemed to be in a sleepwalking wonderland.

Jing Xingyan frowned, even Qi Hongchang woke up, and there was no movement in Mu Shuyan's room?

After knocking on the door a few times, there was still no sound inside, and Jing Xingyan hesitated, "Hmm? After

shouting a few times, no one answered, and some entanglement appeared on his face, and then Jing Xingyan violently pushed open Mu Shuyan's wooden door.

Mu Shuyu's room is not as big as Jing Xingyan's, but it should be available, the place directly opposite the door is the bathroom, the cloakroom around the corner, and a study.

The bedroom is the largest, and the large windows are covered by layers of white gauze, and when the wind blows, the white gauze moves slightly, and you can see the yard downstairs and the white bells outside the window.

On the small table next to the bed were many small things that Jing Xingyan had never seen before, all of them were from another world, which was new and interesting.

The most conspicuous on the table are two pots of roses, delicate.

Inside the table was a bed covered by light gauze and silk, and Jing Xingyan lifted layer after layer, and when only the last layer remained, his hand stopped.

That layer of clear light gauze can no longer cover the obvious outline inside.

That long figure showed that Mu Shuyu had returned to its original size.

"Mu Shuhu?" Jing Xingyan shouted, and the first unconsciously relaxed, as if afraid of disturbing something.

The second voice became louder, and still did not get a response.

Jing Xingyan simply lifted the last layer of white yarn.

Mu Shuyu's sheets, quilts and pillows are all white, as white as clouds, soft and fluffy, Mu Shuyu is like the son of the owner supported by the clouds, a fairy bone.

The original clothes were too small, they were torn, the quilt slipped down, the white jade was flawless, and the shoulders with the protruding collarbone were exposed.