Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He was cautious, as if he was afraid of hearing her rejection.

The palace owner gently touched his head and said, "Is the kite ready?"

He nodded heavily.

"Do it, it's done."

"It's big and beautiful." His round and beautiful eyes stared straight at her, and his soft lips pursed slightly.

Like an abandoned little pitiful creature.

She sighed and looked at the closed door behind her.

"Let's go fly a kite."

No matter what you say, you can't always miss his promise.

A Li's eyes lit up instantly.

"Really?"

"Now?"

The Palace Master raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You don't want to?"

"No, no, no! I want to! I want to!"

Ah Li was so nervous that he grabbed his sleeves and was at a loss as to what to do next.

"Then we are now"

The palace owner was a little amused and pointed to the sky: "You go get the kite, and I'll wait for you in the pasture, okay?"

A Li nodded heavily again: "Okay!"

He turned around and ran away quickly, running extremely anxiously.

The Lord Palace Master watched from behind and smiled.

Turning her head and glancing at the closed door, she smiled slightly and felt a little dizzy.

Yin Ci's affairs are on the right track, but A Li's side

She is not sure of A Li's identity yet, so even if she can resonate with him, she will not do anything to him.

Otherwise, it would be bad if you get it wrong.

She clicked her tongue and looked up at the sky.

While Yin Ci was bathing and changing clothes, Yun Si took A Li to the pasture behind Fusang Palace specially used for riding training.

After clearing away all the disciples, the Palace Master found a shady pavilion to sit in. A Li followed her, his eyes bright, and he was holding the fox kite he carefully made in his hand.

The palace master poured the tea and took a look, which was a little funny.

"Show me?" She pointed at the kite in his hand with her thin white fingers.

A Li immediately handed it over and stared at her, seeming a little nervous.

The beautiful Palace Master lowered his eyes for a while.

Then, he stretched out his hand and looked at him gently: "Hand, show me."

A Li was stunned.

The hand that was twisting the cloth suddenly shrank back.

He bit his lip and looked at her in confusion, "What? What's wrong? Si Si."

The attentive Palace Master pursed his lips and patiently repeated: "Give me your hand."

A Li's beautiful young eyes moved and he bit his lip to look at her.

The hand shrunk behind his back unconsciously touched the scratch on his hand, silent.

After a while, he lowered his head and stretched it out stiffly.

The Lord Palace Master gently grabbed him.

The moment they touched, their fingers felt as if they were being electrified, and a numbing sensation came instantly.

For a moment, A Li's fingers turned into a transparent color of nothingness.

It transformed into soft purple light, wrapping around Yun Si's fingers like thin vines.

Soon, it melted into her hands and disappeared.

A Li's face turned pale.

Yun Si was stunned.

Subconsciously, she withdrew her hand.

Only then did the thin vines disappear, and A Li's hand reappeared.

Trembling slightly, hanging in the air, A Li's face became extremely pale.

It was as if all the spiritual energy had been sucked out of his body.

Seeing that his body was shaky and unsteady, Yun Si quickly stood up and supported him.

Touching his hand, his condition became the same as before again.