no one knows better than me

"What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know, shhh—don't talk."

"Wait, I seem to be awake!"

In the dim light and shadow, the candlelight suddenly lit up. Zhuang Qingliu slowly opened his eyes tiredly. Beside the bed were the faces of Zhu Heng and Mei Xiaohan alternately. , She didn't turn her head to look, but she just set her eyes in the distance in a daze and without focus.

In the long silence, no one dared to make a sound, Zhu Heng lowered his head softly with a rare voice, and called softly: "Zhuang Zhu?"

Although the eyes did not move, but after a while, Zhuang Qingliu still said "um" very softly from his throat.

Mei Xiaohan fell down with a "bang", and immediately controlled her tone and said cautiously and quickly: "Senior Zhuang, Hualan is back, she just came back, and she is by your side right now, you...don't you look at her?" ?”

After her words fell, Zhuang Qingliu was stunned for a moment as if she had finally woken up, then suddenly turned her head and looked at the side of the bed beside her

A person was lying beside her silently, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully, her skin was as clear as ice-cold white jade... Under the folded skirts, those all-too-familiar transparent silk threads shone.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at it for a long time without moving his head, his eyes silently fell on Mei Hualan's thick long eyelashes, slowly propped himself up, bowed his head and reached out to touch it gently.As soft as cattail grass, it obediently covers the eyelids.

She finally closed her eyes deeply, and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

Everyone's hearts were pounding, but in the current situation, no one dared to talk too much. Mei Huazhou stood by the bed with a sore heart and looked at it twice before silently putting everyone in front of the bed. Those who were worried so far were brought out.

Zhu Heng stayed quietly beside the bed for a while, and didn't say much, but simply told her about Zhuang Huang.

Zhuang Qingliu paused slightly with his back turned to her, and asked with drooping eyelashes, "Gu Mengchao?"

"Yes," Zhu Heng got up and said softly, "She told us not to go up again."

After being quiet for a while, Zhuang Qingliu slowly leaned down on the head of the bed, reached out and took Mei Hualan's hand, gently wrapped it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and said, "Got it."

No one disturbed him anymore, Zhu Heng also walked out slowly and closed the door, then staggered and fell down on the steps.

During this period of time, she was in a hurry. She was still wearing the clothes she had on the glacier that day. Mei Xiaohan, who had been waiting outside the door, caught her and took her back to help her change. This dress There was a large group of dried blood on his back, which belonged to Zhuang Huang.

After looking down, she folded the dress and kept it.

After the turmoil gradually calmed down, now there are things to worry about everywhere, and everyone started running around again, and the juniors of the Mei family, headed by Mei Siji, grew up rapidly in the midst of these things. They all got busy on their own.

Without this turmoil, the original hundred families of the immortal sect would have been riddled with holes, many things were in disarray, and no one could tell what to do now, but no matter what was happening outside, Zhuang Qingliu had no intention of intervening , and no one dared to disturb her in Meiyuan.Only the younger generations of the Mei family would bring back all kinds of delicious food from different places for her to cherish after leaving the mansion.

Mei Sigui turned into a teary-eyed crying bag again, often lying in Mei Hualan's arms and weeping, wrapping her with her thick crane feathers and cuddling with her.

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the bed and lowered her head sourly, hugging someone at a loss, and said hoarsely after a long time: "I miss you."

"I feel sad."

"You don't wake up... I don't even know who I can talk to."

The person on the bed was silent all the time, and even the breath was barely audible.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't ask how long she slept before, but before she knew it, the weather had gotten warmer, and some of the winter's cold snow had gradually disappeared.

The spring breeze blows, everything wakes up, the flowers are so beautiful, the moon is so round, but there are fewer people.

The small yard, which is not too big, seemed to be separated by itself. Mei Huazhou and Mei Xiaohan were busy, and they just ran over to take a quick look every day. Only Zhu Heng had nothing to do. Sitting with legs curled up on an unattended bench, standing at the other end was Mei Sigui who was about to yell at her at any time.

After staying alone for a long time, Zhuang Qingliu gradually got used to taking care of the people on the bed. Every day, she would regularly bring back a basin of warm water, wet and wring out the soft towel, and gently wipe the plum blossoms and white jade. s face.

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, there was a simple buzz outside, Zhuang Qingliu didn't go out, but hugged her to the window to listen to the sound of fireworks outside, and bowed his head to kiss her back and forth on the lips. He whispered: "If you can feel me kissing you, just blink."

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu touched her face: "If you haven't blinked, then I'm not kissing for nothing."

The fireworks outside flashed away, briefly illuminating the face of the person in his arms.

This person is stupid, saying that it is even, but waiting with hope is not the same as waiting without hope.

Only the miss is exactly the same.

After the bustle had completely subsided, Zhuang Qingliu got out a blue and white censer, turned it on, and put it beside the bed to smoke slowly.Only a little smoke comes out of the smoker at a time, and the aroma is gentle and tranquil.

She turned off the light, climbed into bed, lay on her side, hugged him in her arms, and fell asleep.

As spring and autumn come, the snow begins to fall slowly, and the red plums blooming all over the mountains and plains of Meijia bloom again, as if a ray of sunshine has fallen on the world.

"I miss you."

This time Zhuang Qingliu hugged her lightly, lowered her head and took her hand: "My hair has grown long."

"You touch."

After a moment of silence, she said to Mei Hualan, "Don't you care about your hair? If you don't wake up, I'll shave you bald."

"..." Mei Sigui, who was pacing on the window sill, slipped her little foot and whispered to her.

The hourglass at the corner of the table is moving quietly, and time is passing by bit by bit.

Zhuang Qingliu began to take care of the yard slowly by himself, planting all kinds of flowers he liked, sprinkling vegetables, arranging the yard and the house according to his own preferences, and sometimes looking at the sword manual compiled by Mei Hualan before. Seal script, classics, practiced characters, and a little accidental discovery - this person used to write small poems sometimes, which were secretly inserted in the very serious ancestor's instructions, so that others would not dare to read them randomly.

In the spring, she hugged someone to take a nap under the burning and blooming peach tree, and in autumn, she took her in the hammock under the osmanthus tree and looked up at the rolling clouds in the sky.In summer, she carried her to the small boat in Houshan Lake. In winter, she dipped her fingers in the soaked plum blossom water and sprinkled it on her body, making her fragrant all the time.

Mei Hualan's cold body began to gradually become warmer in her embrace day after day, and her thick eyelashes would often flicker the golden sunlight. Every time this happened, Zhuang Qingliu would quietly count back and forth How many roots are there, and finally bow your head and kiss gently.

After her patience became warmer and warmer, Mei Sigui was always the same, no matter winter or summer, she would come over here after a round of crying, Zhuang Qingliu rubbed her head in the courtyard in midsummer, and pushed her thick Mao: "It's hot, and the reunion will go bad."

As he said that, he hugged him quietly, no matter how hot he was, he still wanted to hug her.

It's not rotten, but Zhuang Qingliu did shave Mei Hualan bald one afternoon after falling into the ambush - because her hair is so difficult to wash, she doesn't show it to others anyway.

"..." Mei Sigui let Mei Hualan's bald head rest on her soft and fluffy fur.

"Why are you still awake?"

Zhuang Qingliu's tone of talking to the person in his arms has gradually changed from "I miss you, I miss you" to less polite, and he said coldly, "Did you ever live with me in a dream?"

"You chased me back through untold hardships but you lived with me in a dream, then I am here, who am I living with?"

"Have I ever touched your hair?"

The playful lamb woven from Meipanpan's hair hangs on the branches of the osmanthus tree and floats around lively with two small ears.

Mei Sigui couldn't get any response to her chirp chirp chirp every day, so she leaned over Mei Hualan's ear and began to perform songs with different tones: "Jiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiu"

Zhuang Qingliu looked up at the troublesome daughter: "...Stop singing, she will be so angry that she doesn't want to wake up."

Mei Sigui: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu said so, but he took the elixir of the nightmare, and began to gradually create some terrible nightmares for her in Mei Hualan's mind, such as "Zhuang Zhu remarried".

……

It's like this, the man didn't wake up.People who came to watch carefully from time to time were less and less afraid to look at Zhuang Qingliu's face carefully, and almost felt that Mei Hualan would not be able to wake up.

During this year, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, lotus blossoms, and sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed and fell one after another, until I saw plum blossoms with hair growing out of their shaved heads. Only then gradually began to dare to speak.

One day, Mei Xiaohan accidentally saw Zhuang Qingliu's folded and kept clothes, so she took the opportunity to talk to her first and said, "Senior Zhuang, Zhu Heng also kept it. I didn't know what I was thinking of just now, and I turned it out again and hugged and cried." a little while."

Zhuang Qingliu, who was sitting under the tree and wiping Mei Hualan's hands, didn't speak, but his eyelashes paused slightly when he heard this.

Today is Zhuang Huang's birthday.

"..." Princess Zhu finished crying on her sleeve with the arrogance of life and death, turned her head and refused to admit it, stared at Mei Xiaohan, and insisted on telling her to say that she didn't cry.

Mei Xiaohan felt that he could not deceive himself to this extent, so he raised his hand and pointed to a suspicious water stain on his sleeve: "Then what is this? Cry when you are sad, there is nothing to cover up. After you've finished crying, don't you feel bad right now?"

Although Zhu Heng didn't speak, he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand, smoothly pinching and dipping the peppers grown in Zhuangqingliuyuan, and wiped it under the eyes of the person who said she was crying.

Mei Xiaohan burst into tears, turned her head and left on the spot.

Never talk to her again.

Zhuang Qingliu, who was standing next to the audience, rushed to Zhuheng to look back and forth: "You also eat rice, why are you so stupid?"

"..." Zhu Heng looked down at the chili hand, as if he had realized it belatedly, which was a bit outrageous.

After three days of pretending to meet by chance were ignored, Palace Mistress Zhu still frowned and thought for a while, and finally gave herself a knife, and pulled a piece of the whole world is stupid, she went to Mei Xiaohan with a very unhappy face, He dragged a bloody palm and poked it straight in front of her.

Of course Mei Xiaohan rejected her with righteous words, because Mei Xiaohan didn't like naive criticism either.

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the golden edge of the clouds in the sky, feeling that it was not easy for someone like her to be liked.

"..." Zhu Heng stared at Mei Hualan's shaved head vaguely and irritablely, and said with a suppressed face, "How can you be better?"

Does anyone like this kind of person who shaved the other side's head?

Mei Hualan's eyes probably didn't get any better.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

She stretched out her palm to cover Mei Hualan's head, turned her head under the tree, and looked at the fluffy bird with deep meaning: "I'm fine with jealousy, but I have to know how to reflect—you don't even have a confession. What can have a girlfriend?"

Stay single.Continue to be alone for life.

Zhu Heng rolled his eyes, and went out without bothering to pay attention to her, and when he came next time, he pretended to accidentally drop a strange thing from his sleeve.

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the hammock, turned her eyes, and sincerely commented on her gift: "If you are so stupid, you won't succeed with this."

However, a pink bird surnamed Zhu who thought he knew very well didn't listen to her. He casually stuffed something into his sleeve, said coolly "it's not a gift" and left.

That afternoon, Mrs. Yan, who inexplicably received a box of rouge, raised her eyes strangely in front of the table, holding the things in her hand and looking at her suspiciously: "...Did you do it on purpose?"

Zhu Heng: "..."

After staring at him for a few times, she suddenly pulled the rouge box back, and left without paying attention to Mei Xiaohan.

"..." Mei Xiaohan, who was put on a cold face by her, sat in front of the table in shock, and did not move the pen in his hand for a long time. As a result, he stayed up in the middle of the night and got two blue eyes. Another impoverished wandering soul was added to Jiaxian Mansion.

In this way, the plum blossoms bloomed after the frost fell, and it was another winter.

With nowhere to go, Princess Zhu could only sit by the fire and said, "Zhuang Zhu, can you..."

But this time she just opened her mouth, and a very, very soft voice sounded quietly from the bed: "Zhuang Zhu is my Zhuang Zhu, I can't."

There was sudden silence in the warm room. Before Zhu Heng could react, a flying light and shadow shot out from around him like lightning. Zhuang Qingliu waved her sleeves without looking back, and immediately sent her outside the courtyard gate. There is also a layer of rippling barrier enchantment in front of him.

Just as Mei Hualan moved her eyelashes slightly, a familiar and warm hand covered her eyes: "There is nothing to worry about, and I didn't find someone else to remarry. Your Zhuangzhu is still your Zhuangzhu." Candle. If you are sleepy, you can continue to sleep, and you can sleep as long as you want."

After the voice finished speaking, there was a warm touch with a familiar fragrance and kissed her ears and lips several times back and forth, as if being gentle with her, with a reassuring comfort.

Mei Hualan's eyes seemed to be bent, but she did not move again.

"..." After Zhuang Qingliu waited for a while, he gently lifted the edge of his palm a little, and then a little, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really not asleep yet?"

"Then how about you talk to me before going to bed?"

"...It would be even better if you could kiss me first." She leaned closer and blinked, "I have already delivered it to your lips. You can just move it lightly, without any effort."

A pair of hands finally wrapped around her back and embraced her, and the lingering plum fragrance enveloped her like the halo of a lonely lamp.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes finally became hot like a tide, and he nestled deeply in her arms for a long time, asking softly, "Does it hurt?"

She was very aware of the feeling of silk threads surging around her body.

Mei Hualan's gaze fell into hers, and after looking at her tenderly for a while, she said, "I'm sorry."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed: "Stupid."

Mei Hualan still said, "I'm sorry."

This time, Zhuang Qingliu understood what she meant belatedly.

Mei Hualan raised her hand to straighten the long hair falling from her shoulders, and asked softly, "Where is she?"

"Don't think too much." Zhuang Qingliu planted a firm kiss between her eyebrows, and said softly, "She has returned to her old dream."

Mei Hualan's gaze also seemed to move slightly, but she didn't say anything, but moved, as if she wanted to stand up.

Zhuang Qingliu immediately supported her shoulders: "What are you doing? Where did you come from? I just wanted to go down when I woke up."

Mei Hualan still slowed down for a while and then got out of bed, poured a glass of wine slowly under her half-handled and half-dripped it, held it quietly and looked at the deep and quiet night outside the window for a while, poured it slightly, and sprinkled it lightly on the ground.

The watery light reflected by the long wine line flashed in Zhuang Qingliu's eyes, and she quickly picked it up, then bent over and carried him back to the bed.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Dad's sick coin knocked out a hole, and Mei Sigui, who flew back after hearing the movement, was so happy that she plunged into Mei Hualan's arms, her hair curled up in a daze. With his little head, he danced and danced happily at her for half a candle, and then wrapped his two small wings around her neck, poked his head back and forth and kissed her face.

Mei Hualan showed dimples on her cheeks, smiled and listened quietly, then bowed her head and kissed her small head.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet!" Mei Sigui was very happy, and asked cutely if she was still tired?And said they wanted to sleep together.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes and scratched its chin: "...in two days?"

Mei Si Guigun rolled her bird's eyes in a very funny and cute way under the quilt, deliberately: "Jiujiujiu?"

"...You have to know how old you are now." Zhuang Qingliu had a rare "swish", and bounced it out of the small hole that was knocked out of the window. Mei Sigui flapped her wings happily, singing and singing The sky flew away.

Knowing that Mei Hualan finally opened her eyes, Mei Xiaohan rushed in with Zhu Heng early in the morning the next day. It can be seen that Zhu Xiaoniao found other people annoying, so she probably only told her after dawn.But this time, probably because of Lord Yan's face and glory, she not only got a chair, but also a cup of scented tea that was kindly presented to her.

The one I drank yesterday was a leaf that I didn't know where I randomly picked it up, and it smelled like sour grapes.

The two of them had just heated up their chairs and finished half a cup of tea. Before Mei Xiaohan could say a few words to Mei Hualan eagerly, there was another burst of chaotic and noisy voices outside. Hearing faintly, he could tell that many people had come together. , are gathering outside the courtyard gate.

Zhu Heng was surprised: "What's going on, where are there so many people?"

Mei Xiaohan turned her head and sighed, put down her teacup, walked out with sleeves on her hands, and said, "It's winter again in these two days, and the Zong Pavilion just happened to be holding a meeting."

As he spoke, he wandered out alone, exchanged a few pleasantries, and wanted to ask these people to go back to rest for the time being.

Since the aura of the whole world suddenly overflowed overnight two years ago, some things that are hard to say in a few words have become very subtle. The less Zhuang Qingliu shows up, the more people think about her.

So after chatting with Mei Xiaohan in a friendly way, someone directly raised his voice slightly towards the courtyard, and asked politely, "I didn't disturb Young Master Zhuang, did I wait so early?"

The sound of Zhuang Qingliu tapping on the armrest of the chair came out: "Yes."

"..." There was a brief moment of silence outside, and soon someone switched to say, "Master Zhuang, I am Qian Tan from the Maoling Qian Sect. Today I heard that Lord Duanzhu finally woke up, so I rushed to disturb you. Dare I ask you a question?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "No."

"..." The man still insisted gently, "Qian Tan is not talented, I really want to ask Young Master Zhuang to enlighten me on something."

Zhuang Qingliu: "No."

"..." Finally, there was a strangely long silence outside. These new row of celestial sect masters turned their heads to look at each other, but they still did not leave. After someone reported his name, he said, "Young master Zhuang, can you?" Would you like to hear from me?"

He had stepped forward many times after the incident in Taohuayuan and saved many people. He had spoken to Zhuang Qingliu more than once, and felt that Zhuang Qingliu should remember him, but he still got one sentence: "I don't want to."

This is a bit weird and unspeakable, someone straight to the point said: "Young Master Zhuang, two years have passed now, reasoning..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Qingliu said, "It doesn't matter."

One person was very haggard and said: "I have been waiting for the past two years, and I know that I am not as good as those deceased celestial sect masters before the catastrophe, but I think it is not bad..."

Zhuang Qingliu: "There's a lot of difference."

"..." The man put on a donkey's face, and after the people around him looked at each other, someone finally tore off the skin, "Master Zhuang, I have done many wrong things before, and fell into the quagmire, and now I am very much looking forward to doing my best." Make up for one or two..."

Zhuang Qingliu said: "You don't need to try your best, just keep getting stuck."

Zhu Heng felt that those people outside seemed to be human on the first day, and they were like black and white before. Now they are starting to talk sweet.

Mei Hualan listened quietly for a while and smiled, and finally scratched Zhuang Qingliu's palm lightly, signaling to her that enough was enough.Zhuang Qing sat on the chair and turned her head to look at her, she stopped talking hard, but never showed her face, only sent her daughter Mei Si back to send a big ugly letter

"Peace is hard-won, please hold hands and cherish it together, crab."

One more word - you don't need to take me with you when you discuss and plan any major event that will subvert the world in the future, and make it look very powerful and noble, this young master thinks that is actually the case.

After admiring the ugly characters for a long time, someone asked: "What is 'crab and crab'? Does Young Master Zhuang like crab?"

"? What do you mean? Is this implying something?" Someone seemed to be joking.

The person next to him smiled, stroking his well-groomed beard and saying, "Our crabs in Qingzhou Yunjing Lake are very good, but they are not too fat now..."

Zhuang Qingliu held the teacup to warm his hands, and his eyes wandered around the faces of those people one by one.

Some undercurrent thoughts are not only for these people, nor are they only for these people. People are always chasing after their ambitions, and the open and secret fights between them will never end.

It may not be a good thing to be above ten thousand people, on top of the clouds, and to stay in a place overlooking all living beings.

The noise outside gradually became quieter. Some people just came to see her and Mei Hualan out of good intentions and politeness. Now they put down the gifts they were carrying and left. Those who didn't leave, so they had to chat with each other outside for a while.

The rare winter sun was warm on his body, so Zhuang Qingliu simply dragged a chair to the courtyard to bask in the sun.Separated by a barrier, the outside couldn't see the inside at all, but the inside could see the outside normally. A few people sat in front of this group of people and began to chat about some things that Zhu Heng and Mei Xiaohan had wanted to ask for a long time.

After touching the corner of the wicker chair with his finger, Zhu Heng spoke first, "That day... what did you say in her ear last time?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the back of the chair and did not speak, but turned his eyes, and glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi at the edge of the crowd outside.

Zhu Heng and Mei Xiaohan also followed her gaze one after another. What she looked at was the... demon descendant from the trip to Peach Blossom Spring.

Having been together day and night for hundreds of years, Zhu Heng was stunned, and immediately understood—maybe after many years, no matter whether flowers and plants become spirits or people, their blood will gradually merge together, and all living beings will survive forever in the form of demon descendants?

"You know, the Lingshen clan." Zhuang Qingliu smiled at Mei Hanhan, "You should have already turned to the historical scrolls under the underground palace. The origin of the Lingshen clan was much earlier than that of the human race. They have been fused and multiplied for tens of thousands of years, and they have been mixed together for a long time, but now some of them still have ginseng marks on their bodies, while others do not."

Mei Xiaohan said: "Senior Zhuang, those things disappeared together with the altar."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, then glanced at the sky, and said nothing.

Zhu Heng listened, and glanced at Mei Hualan next to him. Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the sky, grabbed Mei Baba's hand and said without hesitation: "Yes. Mei Pan doesn't have it, but Duan Bin has it. Then As time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer people who will show up in the future, until there are almost none."

Zhu Heng frowned: "Why is this?"

Zhuang Qingliu thought about it, but couldn't explain it to her in detail, because it was just a genetic atavism.But after thinking about it for a long time, I still told them the origin of the deceitful line, the existence of prehistoric civilization, and the long-term peep of another world civilization.

It was impossible to know how much they understood, but Zhu Heng and Mei Xiaohan were surprisingly calm.

Zhu Heng thought about it and said, "It seems like a shadow wall person we have never seen before?"

Zhuang Qingliu paused, nodded slowly, "Yes", and said, "Yes."

She had actually thought about some things in a mess before, but some things were limited by the times, and it was impossible to understand much just by thinking about them.Just like the shadow wall man, this is something very similar to a two-dimensional creature, but it has something special about it.

In short, she said briefly and vaguely: "I'm not very clear, but the place we went to was not the world of the shadow wall people, it was just a place where we and them were temporarily connected."

Speaking of Yingbi people, Mei Xiaohan quickly said: "There is one thing you probably don't know - in the historical scrolls we found in the underground palace before, it is recorded that Yingbi people have always existed here many years ago. For some reason, I had a bad relationship with the fairy gate, so I was forcibly kicked out of here by the last fairy world."

"Is that so?" Zhuang Qingliu pondered thoughtfully after being slightly surprised, "So, Yu Chenyue, who had been disappearing before, appeared there as a ghostly fire, so it's probably..."

She stopped here and didn't go on - because most of the Yingbi people had a deep enmity with the previous fairy world, so after being the fairy king of the previous fairy world, Yu Chenyue was given as a gift by Zhuang Huang Go out, use his death to replace the shadow wall people here to help kill people.

Zhu Heng frowned while calculating the time, and said, "She didn't kill Yu Chenyue."

When Yu Chenyue died, Zhuang Huang should have been with her all the time.

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a moment, seemed to think of something, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said, "He committed suicide."

After being imprisoned by the shadow wall people, he could never get out again, so Yu Chenyue chose to commit suicide. He escaped as a ghost and hid in hiding. He helped guide her inside and helped Mei Hualan destroy the Baiyu Three-hole Bridge.

After several people were quiet for a while, they were all a little surprised—it's really inexplicable that a person like Yu Chenyue died of suicide in the end.

Zhuang Qingliu frowned and rubbed his eyebrows. In fact, Yu Chenyue should have been surnamed Zhuang in the first place. She actually used the same surname with this person, which can be regarded as the impermanence of the world.

After a moment of silence when no one spoke, Zhu Heng said in a low voice: "The altar..."

"I guessed everything." Zhuang Qingliu said, "The altar is her."

Zhu Heng felt a little choked up in his heart, and asked, "Is she from that world?"

"...she's not human." Zhuang Qingliu said strangely, "I'm not scolding her, she's probably——you can understand it as the kind of red and blue paper doll we usually point out."

Zhu Heng frowned: "The person who pointed her out, what's the purpose of putting her here?"

Zhuang Qingliu drooped her eyelashes—the role of deceitful lines, roughly speaking, is to use spiritual energy to provoke the world back and forth, and then every once in a while, provoke a disaster of a small size, so that the development of the world will go back a little bit, and it will continue to grow. at a low level.

Another point is to use the name of Thunder Tribulation to constantly clean up the threatening people who appear in this world.

Mei Xiaohan immediately squinted sharply and said: "So according to their meaning and plan, you, Senior Zhuang, should end up..."

"Yes." Zhuang Qingliu was expressionless.

In the end, she should have disappeared with Zhuang Huang.

In the end, it was replaced silently by Meihualan.

Zhu Heng immediately turned his head in surprise, glanced at Mei Hualan, and said to Zhuang Qingliu, "When will she...?"

Zhuang Qingliu also took a cool look at the people around her at the moment: "When I was blocked outside Changgeng Immortal Mansion, I sent her back to Taohuayuan Oasis alone."

Mei Hualan looked at her bleating, sat on the chair without making a sound, looking as obedient as possible.

As for when she realized that the altar was wrong, no one would know unless she said it herself.

Mei Xiaohan suddenly remembered something, and said: "Senior Zhuang, you were so weird when you talked and skipped words before, you couldn't be... you and Hua Lan couldn't have gone..."

"It's a good idea." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly sneered, and looked up to the sky, "I have never left here, and Meipan has never left. We stayed in a place called the medical cabin for a long time. It was sewn up a little."

He said: "Probably in order to make me believe in the fantasy time travel of the world of cultivating immortals, they connected it to my brain... You guys should treat it as a kind of fantasy. My brain has lived in the fantasy for many years."

Zhu Heng: "?"

After all, Mei Xiaohan was a bit bigger than the bird's head, and said sharply: "Since...then why did you find something wrong?"

"Because the world that I live in my mind is obviously lower than theirs." Zhuang Qingliu said, "It's a world that can't even cure bad eyesight. The level of stitching—by the way, they probably deliberately inserted your novels into the illusion in order to reverse the order of the world’s existence, so the book you haven’t started selling yet is "Selling Panacea in the Front Row, Painless Ascension Method" ’, I have actually seen it.”

"???" Mei Xiaohan instantly turned pale with shock.

Speaking of those ghostly novels, Zhu Heng leaned back on his chair and gave her a cool look, and said to Zhuang Qingliu hesitantly: "I still don't quite understand." He then looked at the silk thread on Mei Hualan's body.

"You just think that when we were about to die, we were suddenly rescued by a miracle doctor under the cliff, and then kept in his thatched hut for a period of time, and then revived." Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while , can only be explained in this way.

As for the silk thread on their bodies, it should be something similar to a nanorobot, which can easily fuse into any cell in the body to perform operations such as suturing and removal, but the nanometer alone is definitely invisible, but When many nanometers of many magnitudes are piled together, they will become clear silk-like things, which are like light, visible and intangible. This kind of thing is very advanced, and she has been unable to fully understand it.

Using Zhuang Qingliu's analogy as an example, the doctor said to them: "It's like you hold a needle and thread to sew someone's trauma. These are equivalent to countless very small villains in my body, with a knife in my left hand and a needle and thread in my right hand. When it is ordered to sew, it will sew, and when you give it an order to cut, all the little people will scratch and pull at the same time with the scalpel, and the blood will ooze out immediately."

The medical cabin is a major operation, and after it is completed, it is replaced with the program of this kind of surgical robot in the body, which can be said to be very advanced.

The more Mei Xiaohan and Zhu Heng listened, the more disillusioned they became: "???" I don't know if they didn't understand.

Zhuang Qingliu also didn't want to do more science popularization across grades, but said: "I was roughly sewn into a human shape at the beginning, and when I was almost healed, I was summoned to the blue lake by Meipan when I was able to catch my breath."

Mei Xiaohan: "?"

Zhuang Qingliu supported her forehead with a smile, and said to the others: "When she is drunk, she will call me unconsciously."

Mei Panpan immediately turned her head slowly and bleated: "...There is no such thing."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her: "Then how did I get into the lake? If you can sleep on the bed well, I will be in your bed when you wake up."

Mei Hualan seemed to suddenly understand something, her eyes jumped a few times, and fell on Zhuang Qingliu's face, seeing Zhuang Zhu winking and smiling at her.

Zhu Heng and Mei Xiaohan were still weird: "??"

"It was in March of that year that I suddenly appeared in the blue lake, before the incident of Shangzi Pei's family," Zhuang Qingliu said to them. I went there to get rid of the evil spirits, and then I should have missed me that day, so I drank wine in the lake, and then unconsciously shouted 'Master Zhuang, save the baby' after being drunk, and I was just sewn into a whole at that time. The altar was summoned to the lake, but I was washed away by the water because of drunkenness. I probably woke up and didn’t come back to look at it. I just woke up after soaking in it all night. When I opened my eyes, I was facing a circle of people. 'Zhuang Qingliu must die!'."

"..." Although the expressions of the people in the courtyard were varied, Zhu Heng still grasped the key points paradoxically and repeated: "...Young Master Zhuang, save the baby?"

Zhu Heng unfolded his scroll with a swipe, and immediately wrote it down.

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu raised an eyebrow at them: "What's the matter, now I'm happy to change it again, I won't tell you the new one."

"..."

Zhu Heng's eyes rolled up to the sky, and he felt a little strange - so she came back suddenly because of the contract, and was actually called back by Mei Hualan.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered her eyes a little at this time, and said: "I was called out suddenly like this, and she didn't have time to react, but since I'm already awake, she doesn't want to kill me, and she doesn't want me to get in the way, so I can only think about it. The method got me away from Mei Pan again, and continued to sew me furtively."

Zhu Heng's brows jumped up slightly: "Don't talk about sewing!"

It sounds really weird.

Mei Xiaohan held her own scroll, glanced at the sky as if feeling something, and suddenly asked Zhuang Qingliu: "Then these things, uh...that senior Zhuang