Chapter 52: Reunion

Kari took Qin Wanyong and was so tired that he didn't find that the three-eyed soul tracking behind him had disappeared.

"Go find Meng Fan. Hurry up and don't let him get close to Huangquan." Qin Wanyong was tightly wrapped in the transparent cover transformed into a card and was very weak.

'hu——'

The translucent wings suddenly increased a little, with a strong wind, and flew away in the direction of the forest.

At this time, Meng Fan was closely following the man in black, shuttling through the forest and running to the depths of the forest.

"Hm?" The man in black suddenly stopped, stunned on the spot, covered his chest, and muttered to himself, "Is it gone? It's gone!"

"What's missing?" Meng Fan was confused and asked doubtfully.

"The soul lock is missing." The man in black suddenly became very excited, and the surprise hung on his face undisguised.

"Soul lock?"

"Yes, that's the boss, no, that bastard controls our move, which is very complicated and the conditions are very high." The man in black explained with great interest, "If we offend him, he will destroy our souls. That's how Xin'er died."

Meng Fan was shocked and remembered the tragic situation after the death of the illusionist Li Yuexin, with a lingering palpitation.

The soul lock is gone, and there are only two possibilities. First, the bastard's conscience found us and let us go, but it was basically impossible. Second, he died, hahaha, dead, dead..." The man in black laughed crazily and laughed for half a minute. Finally, he calmed down and said to Meng Fan, "I'm leaving. You don't have to look for me. My ability is a split body, and the body is well hidden. You can't find me.

After saying that, his body rippled like water and gradually dispersed in the air.

"Captain, he said the guy behind the scenes was dead?"

"Yes, captain, what should we do?"

......

The companions gathered around and asked Meng Fan what to do next.

At this time, Meng Fan was still in shock.

Is Qin Wanyong's death of the mysterious figure who easily killed the illusionist Li Yuexin?

What a terrible person. No wonder he will throw himself down and rush to the depths of the jungle alone. He has no confidence in his strength. How dare he do this?

"We--" Meng Fan was about to speak when a dark shadow suddenly flashed across the ground, and a strange transparent cover gently flapped its wings and fell in front of Meng Fan.

"Hm?" Meng Fan's vigilance had just arisen, but he saw it clearly. The transparent cover wrapped around Qin Wanyong. His clothes were dirty and his square-frame glasses were broken, which seemed a little embarrassed.

The transparent cover flowed rapidly and converged out into the small man with two big golden teeth. He seemed to be out of strength and stood unsteadily. One stumbled to the ground and couldn't help gasping for breath.

And Qin Wanyong stopped Meng Fan and warned in a low voice, "Meng Fan, don't go there."

"Don't go there?" Seeing that Qin Wanyong was slightly embarrassed, but his expression was very serious, Meng Fan couldn't help but be a little confused.

"That man, named Huang Quan, controls the power of the soul." Qin Wanyong suddenly hugged his head and said painfully, "I'm too arrogant and confident that I can control everyone's bodies. If it weren't for me, Okato and Kendless wouldn't have died.

"Isn't that person dead? Didn't you kill it?" Meng Fan was even more confused.

"What did you say?" Qin Wanyong suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bright, and his expression was completely different from the gentle and mature of the past.

After losing two companions, Qin Wanyong has completely lost, losing so completely that even his confidence no longer exists.

Meng Fan relayed the words of the man in black to Qin Wanyong in detail. Qin Wanyong gradually calmed down, pushed the broken square glasses and fell into thinking.

"Kari." After a while, Qin Wanyong looked at the little man Jinya and asked, "When did the three-eyed soul give up tracking?"

Kari scratched his head and thought about it. He shook his head and replied, " boss, I only want to fly forward desperately and don't care about the back."

"You stay here, I'll go back and have a look." Qin Wanyong turned around, shook his broken sleeves, and walked firmly to the forest.

"Don't bother." At this time, a young woman's voice suddenly sounded on everyone's heads, smiling softly.

"Who?" Qin Wanyong immediately held several silver needles in his hand and looked coldly at the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, Meng Fan could not identify the other party's intention, so he could only sacrifice several flying knives to prepare for battle. And the companions were also wary, and the powerful companions formed a circle to protect the slightly weak companions behind them.

On the head, a white cloud pressed very low, and the sound seemed to come from the cloud.

'Wang'

The light sound of water came from the cloud, and the trickle seemed to have life. It swam down from the cloud and gradually converged into the shape of a woman on the ground.

After a few seconds, a woman's figure appeared. She was dressed in white, her eyes were soft, beautiful and dignified, and her hair was like a black waterfall, but there was always a trace of sadness on her face.

"Who are you?" Without knowing the identity of the other party, Meng Fan instinctively increased his vigilance.

"No conscience, really no conscience, hum." As soon as Meng Fan finished speaking, another female voice suddenly came from the ancient tree beside him, which was clear and pleasant, which was completely different from the voice of the woman in white.

Another one?

Moreover, her sentence is obviously aimed at herself. Meng Fan was stuck in his throat and was speechless for a moment.

And Qin Wanyong, who has just experienced a big war, has completely tightened his nerves, and several silver needles clamped between his fingers seem to shoot out at any time.

"Hey, hey, the one with glasses, are you treating your savior like this?" The crisp voice sounded again, with a little anger in his tone.

"Xiao Ai, that's enough!" The woman in white scolded gently, but her eyes turned to Meng Fan and smiled.

"Good sister, don't blame me."

As soon as the words fell, a thick vine hung from the ancient tree. An 11- or 12-year-old black girl slipped down the ground along the vine and winked at Meng Fan, showing a mysterious expression.

Meng Fan couldn't help scratching his head and was completely confused.

"Do you know me?"

"Brother Meng Fan, have you forgotten me?" The woman in white moved slightly and lowered her head, her words full of sadness.

"Ah?"

Meng Fan was stunned.

The girl in white in front of her is called her brother?

Where is this? When did you have a younger sister?

"I'm sorry, I don't seem to know you." Meng Fan hollowed out for a while and couldn't imagine that he would have a sister somewhere.

The companions were silent, but their eyes widened, looked at Meng Fan, and then at the woman in white, with a strange expression.

"You really forgot me." The woman in white turned around sadly and slowly walked to the depths of the woods.

"Sister, wait for me." The little black girl jumped behind her. After walking a few steps, she turned around and stared at Meng Fan and said, "You men have no conscience. You forgot your sister so quickly, hum."

After listening to the words of the little black girl, her companions, especially Su Qian, pinched Meng Fan fiercely, and then quickly followed the woman in white, took her hand and said, "Sister, don't go. I'll make the decision for you. If he bullied you, I can't forgive him."

"Hm?" The woman in white suddenly looked at Su Qian and asked, "Who are you?" Why did you say that you can't forgive Brother Meng Fan?

Su Qian was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

At this time, the little black girl suddenly shouted to Meng Fan, "Hey, we're leaving. Go back and think about whether you know a little girl named Susu."

"A vegetarian?" Meng Fan suddenly woke up, looked at the figure of the woman in white, and shouted, "Are you Su Su?"

The woman in white nodded slightly and did not deny it.

Meng Fan was completely stunned, and his consciousness suddenly became a little blurred. Looking at this fresh and elegant woman, he felt like a different world.

Su Su, Meng Fan's best friend and playmate in the orphanage, spent countless difficult days and nights with the young Meng Fan in the orphanage.

At that time, she was only nine years old, naive, cute, kind, and had no intention. Even if she had been separated from her for a long time, her pure and innocent smile often appeared in Meng Fan's dreams.

And, just a few hours ago, she appeared in Meng Fan's fantasy. And that illusion is condensed according to the things that a person expects the most and misses the most, and is the embodiment of the most original source of people's hearts.

"Do you finally remember?" The little black girl is still a little unconvinced.

Meng Fan nodded in a trance and asked softly, "Su, is it really you?"