Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Although the scenery outside the window is wrapped in silver, the space inside is as warm as spring.

Where is Long Enqing in the dream?

Is it inside this wide house or outside this wide house?

In this regard, Fang Lang dared not make any presuppositions at all. After all, with Long Enqing's powerful source of power, even an ordinary dream might have a diameter less than half that of a city.

It's actually luckier to find someone in such a big dream.

His eyes scanned the wide hall one after another.

When Fang Lang swept a third of the area towards the photo wall, his eyes stopped.

Many of the photos on the photo wall are blurred and it is difficult to distinguish between the people and the scenery.

However, one picture is crystal clear. It was a pair of young men and women, such as the sweet image left at the wedding banquet.

Fang Lang took another look.

surprise.

Isn't that the younger version of the future in-laws?

One small eye narrowed.

If Qin Jialou realizes something, he will look for this spacious hall in more detail.

After a few minutes, I faintly heard some voices.

Scratched his head.

Fang Lang held his breath and approached the sound cautiously.

The house was bigger than he had imagined.

It not only occupies one floor, as it is clearly divided into upper and lower floors. After dreaming, the place where he came was obviously on the second floor.

Noise is coming from downstairs.

Go down the wooden stairs slowly.

Going downstairs to the hall, there was still no one in sight.

However, its decoration style is different from that of the upstairs, showing a bit of liveliness and innocence in the warmth.

Many small objects scattered on the ground were not cleaned up.

These small objects are made from metal parts and delicate toys that we make ourselves.

There is a metal cart.

There are almost no metallic graphics.

There are even metal ponies.

However, like the second floor, the layout of the first floor is somewhat lively and childish, but rich as a scroll.

Although the bookshelves are not placed in one centralized space, they are also scattered on one side of different walls.

Finally, Fang Lang finally found the source of the faint voice.

It clearly came from a wide translucent kitchen.

There is a man and woman in the kitchen, they are cooking.

The voice is a special kind of voice, which is a mixture of food cooking sounds and male and female talking and laughing.

Although the distance was far away and the distance between the translucent walls was blurred, Fang Lang quickly realized that this couple was the only young man and woman who could clearly see their faces on the photo wall upstairs. They are also Long Enqing's parents, and they have been seen in Long Enqing's studio.

basis for this identification.

They don't just appear from the side when cooking and walking.

It also comes from the dinner they are cooking.

aha.

Cooking food is not easy.

However, it is not easy to make a table of food inedible every time.

For example, even cooking meat in plain water can make top cuts of meat as inedible as sawdust, which actually takes talent.

It's hard to imagine that Long Enqing's beautiful mother has such self-confidence that she thinks that her cooking skills are very good and everyone will like it.

Of course, it is precisely because of this shortcoming that the difficulty of identification is greatly reduced.

After confirming this. Fang Lang raised his foot.

Subconsciously, he went straight to the spacious kitchen.

After walking seven or eight meters, four or five meters away from the half-closed door of the translucent kitchen, there is no way forward.

There seems to be an invisible but extremely hard wall in the air that separates the kitchen from other spaces.

raised eyebrows.

Fang Lang just wanted to scream.

Calling out Long Eun-kyung's parents, a younger version who looks close to the kitchen.

The first syllable has not yet been spoken.

When the back of the neck cools down.

The hair all over his body stood on end in an instant.

Fang Lang turned 180 degrees in an instant.

Only then did he see a little girl of about seven or eight sitting on top of a tall bookshelf behind him.

The little girl is wearing a baggy white shirt.

It looks like Xiong Haizi stole her mother's clothes.

Hold on.

Look at the appearance.

Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then his whole body became stiff and unable to move.

When Long Enqing was seven or eight years old?

Although I have to admit that the seven or eight-year-old goddess is equally lovely and beautiful, but she has never had the powerful aura she has now.

This discovery was enough for Fang Lang to breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I saw the title of the book Long Enqing was holding at the moment, Fang Lang couldn't relax anymore.

How to make an intruder look like a joke.

Looking at such a strange and lengthy title, Fang Lang could hardly vomit his anger.

This is a book that should be read at such a young age.

No wonder that more than a decade later, intruders in the same industry, including him, look like a bunch of jokes.

Small eyes, big eyes.

Facing the small version of Long Enqing, Fang Lang expressed his helplessness.

But as time went by, it didn't take long, but it quickly evolved into

tease.

He couldn't help opening his mouth and spitting at him.

"Knowing that everything is as beautiful as soap bubbles is a one-hit lie. Goddess, you're still stuck in this form, it just doesn't fit your design!"

Sitting on the top of the high bookshelf was a small version of Long Enqing, who was a little shocked when he heard Fang Lang's spitting.

Immediately, his eyes turned red, and he shouted stubbornly as if he had suffered a huge bullying.

"Defeat him and help me defeat this strange and dangerous intruder. My parents will surely reward me for this."

The sound didn't abate.

Fang Lang was already stiff.

Along the way, I saw small metal toys scattered across different areas of the floor come to life in smaller versions of Long Enqing's cries, before he recovered from the strange encounter.

Metal cars of different models, one after the other, automatically fly in mid-air.

It doesn't take 10 seconds for the whistle to fly to him, surround him in a 360-degree angle, and there is no dead angle.

on the ground.

One by one, the little metallic figure was also picking up pace, trying to reach his position.

However, some little metal figures come on foot, while others awkwardly try to roll over and mount a little metal horse.

Ha ha.

Watching the air arrive for the first time, the average size is only surrounded by the small coaster of the large metal mini version of the matchbox, Fang Lang let out two giggles in disdain.

Facing Fang Lang's disdainful laughter.

Ha ha.

The small version of Long Enqing was still sitting on the top of the bookshelf, laughing with two kinds of inexplicable meanings.

Puff puff.

In the next second, the dense soft object was hit and made a sound.

The smile on Fang Lang's face froze.

He reached out and brushed instinctively outwards, trying to disperse the comical flying caravan surrounding him from the front. ..