Cute little fairy: Brother, is that enough?

Chapter 399 Have You Been Here?
With a soft "click", the frozen door flicked open.

"Sister, be careful!"

A gust of icy air rushed out from the room, Chu Jian who finally found someone yelled, bit the tip of his tongue, rushed forward, hugged Gu Miaomiao, and rolled to the side.

"Duh duh!"

There were several explosions in a row, and countless large pits instantly appeared on the hard and cold ground!

Gu Miaomiao turned her head to look, and the faint formation fluctuation in the air felt somewhat familiar, she got up and rushed to the room.

"You don't want to die!" Chu Jian quickly grabbed her.

Gu Miaomiao shook off his hand, turned around and rushed to the door, raised her hand and typed a finger!

"receive!"

The aura flickered, and Gu Miaomiao took an object into Gu Miaomiao's palm immediately!
At first sight, she ran over to look at the formation plate exuding a simple atmosphere in her palm, and asked curiously: "Why did you accept this formation plate?"

"I don't know." Gu Miaomiao shook her head and stepped in.

This time when we met for the first time, I didn't stop her again, but followed her carefully, and was alert and ready to save people at any time.

The inside of the room was even colder than the outside, Gu Miaomiao's spiritual power was running, and the ruby ​​that was given to her by the first meeting was hanging on her waist, so she could barely bear it.

All the furnishings of the house were covered with a thick layer of ice which, through countless ages, had preserved the integrity of the furniture and everything placed upon it.

The books, pens and inks, handwriting on the table, the mirror on the dressing table, the rouge and gouache, the tiny folds on the bed, and every strand of hair that fell out are clearly visible under the ice.

Gu Miaomiao looked at the hair on the bed, and raised her hand to brush it lightly. The ice surface evaporated suddenly, revealing the dry hair on the bed underneath. She twisted her hair and turned to look at Chu Jian.

Shocked at the first sight, he looked at the hair and then at Gu Miaomiao. Judging from the appearance, this hair was obviously not hers.

Her own hair is black and shiny, but this hair has a hint of light brown. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the smell left on the hair is exactly the same as hers!
With trembling hands, Gu Miaomiao told the guide mouse to be released, watched the guide mouse sniff lightly in her hair, jumped onto the bed, sniffed east and west, and then simply lay down on the bed and rolled around.

Gu Miaomiao silently put away the guide mouse, wrapped this strand of hair separately and put it away, then turned and walked to the table.

Under the crystal-clear ice surface is a drawing of a formation. A pen is placed on the white jade pen holder. There is still a trace of full ink hanging on the tip of the pen. It seems that it has just been covered with ink, and the person left.

When he saw Gu Miaomiao for the first time, he started to be in a daze again. He tentatively asked, "Is this also your handwriting?"

Gu Miaomiao took out a drawing and gently placed it on the table.

When I first saw it, I turned my head and saw that the exact same handwriting didn't need to be extravagant to identify whether it was an imitation.

Chu Jian grinned at Gu Miaomiao and asked, "Have you been here before?"

Gu Miaomiao shook her head.

When I first saw it, I knew it was useless to ask. It was obvious at a glance that no one had been here. As for why there was Gu Miaomiao's aura here, and even her handwriting, only God knew.

Gu Miaomiao raised her hand to evaporate the solid ice on the table, and carefully picked up the paper on the table for a closer look.

The handwriting on it is an ancient text hundreds of millions of years ago, and the formation seems to be a very large and complex formation within a formation.

It's just too esoteric for her to understand at all.

Gu Miaomiao carefully put away the few pieces of paper, and turned to look at the rest of the place.

(End of this chapter)