no one knows better than me

"Mei Pan, have you been taken away? Is this you? How can you say such a password?" Zhuang Qingliu looked at Mei Hualan's face strangely for a long time, "Stop making trouble? This makes me believe ?really?"

Mei Hualan bowed her head slightly and looked at her calmly: "Really."

"?" Zhuang Qingliu suddenly sat up, with a good heart, very simple, "Then you dare to say it to Siji who is next door if you don't talk about others, turn left now and go out the door?"

"..." Mei Hualan's clear eyes looked at her quietly, Zhuang Qingliu didn't take a second look at her, his brows and eyes froze, feeling that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, Mei Hualan stood up naturally and bent over to hug her.

"Wait, wait...Mei Pan!" Zhuang Qingliu was inexplicably frightened, and quickly stopped, "Okay, okay, I believe you, I really believe you!"

Believe that you are the essence of your predecessors.

It really made this fine point say such things in front of the juniors, let alone Mei Pan's daily cold temperament, it is estimated that he will not need to meet people in the future.

Zhuang Qingliu wrapped herself in the quilt again, digested it calmly for a moment, and asked, "Then, can you shout this password in your heart?"

Mei Hualan: "No."

Zhuang Qingliu closed her eyes peacefully: "...Okay, I see, I'm going to bed, you should read a book too."

Mei Hualan didn't move, until the arc of her eyes that had been pressed down a little bit, then leaned against the head of the bed, and gently covered Zhuang Qingliu's eyes with her hand.

The palm of her hand is warm and dry, which makes people involuntarily think of the warm stove and the soft orange halo in the snowy night in the cold winter.Zhuang Qingliu, who was not sleepy at first, soon fell into a dazed state again, thinking that this is probably the thousand and first sleep magic.

This time, the magic not only gave her a good night's sleep, but also gave her a dream of warm spring flowers blooming. In the dream, Mei Hualan kept smiling with crooked eyebrows, making her poke her dimples enough.

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When Zhuang Qingliu woke up the next day, her first feeling was that she was going too far, and what she couldn't get was still in a dream... After she slowed down for a while, she lazily thought that if a person like herself was placed in the future, probably You can live in the micro-world that your brain builds according to your preferences all day long.

Turning his head to look, Mei Hualan was not in the room, and the books on the table were still half-turned, he probably went out to buy breakfast.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned over and got up, washed and wiped her face quickly, and then... suddenly found that her pear blossom hair was straightened overnight? ?

——This is absolutely impossible to grow back naturally, so it is self-evident who did it.

Mei Hualan might still think that parting is not very attractive, so she smoothed out her thick hairline and parted it in the middle.

Zhuang Qingliu propped her hands on the edge of the cabinet, wiped off the drops of water hanging from her eyebrows, and looked at the mirror for a long time.

What is this?

If this person is placed in modern times, his aesthetics will be black, long and straight?Do you like this hexagram?

Then why didn't she give herself a middle score?

And why is this person surnamed Mei so capable, silently using "her" head to give "myself" a hairstyle that I like, maybe I sat quietly by the bed last night, bowed my head and admired it for a long time - no greeting at all Without a fight.

After Zhuang Qingliu stared at the mirror for a while, he suddenly ignited another fire talisman in his hand, this time scorching a wool scroll for himself.

After Mei Hualan came back, she walked by the door. She was going to call Mei Siji by the way, but suddenly she fell back silently, and her eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's hair... This time she seemed to be surprised for a long time, and she didn't know What kind of fashion is this.

A while later, the three of them were sitting at the table, Zhuang Qingliu turned to Mei Hualan under Mei Siji's strange eyes that were about to roll out, "Mei Pan, does my paper look good?"

Mei Hualan's eyes just flicked on her weird curly rolls, as if her eyes had been scalded, she drooped her eyelids, and pushed a plate of fried buns with crispy yellow skin in front of her: "Eat it."

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows triumphantly at her, thinking that it would be no problem at all to decide who is the leader, then picked up a delicious fried bun, and accepted the boss's more reserved offer without hesitation.

Then she woke up the next day... Her wool curls disappeared naturally, and her silky hair seemed to be straightened by hand, and she returned to before liberation overnight.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"?"

Mei Hualan was waiting in front of the table, probably because she saw that she liked the little fried bun yesterday, so she pushed another small plate over in exactly the same way. .

Smelly rascal!

It might not be troublesome for her to pull it, just stretch out her hand and shake it, but Zhuang Qingliu's perm will get shorter and shorter, and if she continues to do it, she will become a aunt's roll, a Teddy roll, and an African sister's scalp roll.

In this world, only big bosses can do whatever they want, as expected, big bosses can do whatever they want.

Zhuang Qingliu glared at Mei Hualan, and calmly decided not to worry about the head, just straighten it... But at the end of the day, she suddenly remembered, eating fried buns and asked: "You said before that the fee Young master and I have a relationship, what is the relationship?"

Mei Hualan thought for a while, then peeled off the eggshell and said concisely: "He is not human."

"??" Why did you suddenly curse?Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes strangely. After watching her peel the egg with her slender and white fingers for a while, he suddenly realized that he raised his eyes instantly, "Is he not human?! What do you mean, he is also a genius?"

But after the aura of heaven and earth begins to dry up and disintegrate, those who can become spirits must be spiritually compelling, just like her, she has faintly felt it since she came here, although she has been trying to be as calm as possible, and she learned to hide in the library of the Mei family immediately. But after that, almost all the flowers, plants and trees that I have tried can communicate with her, and some of them often take the initiative to flirt with her, and those lotus flowers even bloom when they see her.

In other words, spirituality will naturally overflow, not the kind of aura that can be used at will, but something that flows like blood.

As for Mr. Fei that day, with all due respect, she could tell at a glance that her aptitude was very ordinary, and with her indescribable intuition, she might have just formed a spirit pill.

Sure enough, Mei Hualan put the peeled small quail eggs on the plate in front of her: "No, he's your...half of the same family."

"Half of the same race?"

Mei Hualan: "Her mother is from your clan, but her father is not, he is a human being."

In other words, this Mr. Fei turned out to be a mixed race of two races. Although this kind of "person" is rarely born, but there are after all, they are generally called demon descendants.But the word itself does not have a derogatory meaning in this world, it is only used as a general term for this ethnic group, Zhuang Qingliu knew it very well when he flipped through the book.

It's just that no matter at any time, if you are caught between the two clans, the situation is generally not very good. It's easy to think, no wonder that Mr. Fei deliberately hides, he looks like an ordinary person.

So his head was taken?Is that really an ordinary head?For burial?

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and quickly asked Mei Hualan: "Anyway, it's all right, do you know where Luoxia Village is? Let's go and see that young man in rags, Zheng Zhao?"

Mei Hualan probably didn't know, so after looking at Zhuang Qingliu's face a few times, she said, "There's nothing to see."

"?" Zhuang Qing was so blessed to the heart, after drinking the last spoonful of egg drop porridge, said, "It's okay, you are not omnipotent, it's normal not to know, we'll just find out as we walk for a while."

"..." Mei Hualan paused for a moment with a seemingly unspeakable expression, then reached out and pointed into Zhuang Qingliu's arms.

Zhuang Qingliu took out the map: "This? But it's not so detailed."

As she was speaking, she saw Mei Hualan unfold the map indifferently, and then stretched out her hand out of thin air to pick it up, and the whole map stretched into the air, instantly unfolding into a three-dimensional projection like a hologram.

"..." Zhuang Qingliu hadn't finished expressing his feelings, Mei Hualan slowly moved his fingers a few times in the mid-air aura, and after selecting a point, he moved it lightly, and the enlarged Luoxia Village was reflected. into view.

...Okay, she suspected that the boss was showing off his skills after hearing the words "you can't do it".

"Here, let's go."

Seeing that Mei Hualan was about to draw a teleportation array on the door, Zhuang Qingliu immediately grabbed her hand: "Wait...Mei Pan! Although the spiritual power is sufficient, we must save it. We are walking, and it is not far away. There is a sorry dog, go to the street market and buy some bones and meat for him."

Mei Hualan didn't say anything, and paid the money neatly again.

The weather was not very good, and it looked like it was going to rain again like yesterday. This time, Zhuang Qingliu obediently leaned over the moment the umbrella was propped up, and beat the drums to Mei Hualan without noticing it: "You are well, Stop being a demon."

Mei Hualan held her umbrella and turned her head to look at her, the corners of her mouth seemed to be pursed, and after walking for a while, she quietly turned her umbrella towards Zhuang Qingliu.

Mei Siji, whose mood had exploded since yesterday, walked behind, silently observing the two of them, feeling more and more heavy.

But no one cared about her weight. The three of them quickly turned around the entrance of the village, and when they approached the small yard where the black dog was lying, there was a rustling sound behind them, and a young man in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat ran close panting. While opening the fence gate, he asked, "Are you... passers-by? Do you want to find a place to shelter from the rain?"

This young boy looked about sixteen or seventeen, with a circle of variegated patches on the collar exposed at the mouth of the coir raincoat. After Zhuang Qingliu glanced over, a bad feeling suddenly passed through his heart, and he spoke very fast. Quickly asked: "Are you Zheng Zhao?"

"How do you know?" The boy's rain-stained face showed a bit of doubt and unfamiliar vigilance. At this time, the black dog that was sheltering from the rain in the kennel in the courtyard saw Zheng Zhao coming back, and immediately put on his clothes. After the rain curtain, she flew towards him affectionately.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell, and she silently lowered her head to stare at the dog—even the dog wasn't the black dog she had thrown away!The eyes of the black dog she had thrown away were big, bright, and watery, crying and complaining about how wronged and wronged it was, it was just squinting!

No need to ask any more questions, the well-prepared young man who called himself "Zheng Zhao" yesterday was not only an impostor, but has mysteriously disappeared now!

So who is he?Why take that head?What is he going to do? !

Mei Siji was also shocked and looked at the black dog on the ground with a puzzled expression, which seemed to be judging whether the visitor was good or not.

Mei Hualan, who was always indifferent at all times, quickly looked away from the faces of a person and a dog, and said: "We are looking for another Zheng Zhao with the same name and surname as you. Excuse me." Then she turned around with an umbrella, " let's go."

Zhuang Qingliu silently lifted the pork belly in his hand to look at it, and finally hung it on the fence, and glanced at the squinting black dog—since the black dog that suffered the throwing was an impostor, it replaced it. It's okay for dogs to eat meat.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, adding a touch of weirdness to the already chaotic things.

Mei Hualan walked, as if she didn't want to get muddy in the rain anymore, she suddenly turned around, walked directly to the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, and raised her hand to draw on the tree.

Zhuang Qingliu: "Wait...Mei Pan, what are you doing? This is a tree, not a door?"

The inspiration in Mei Hualan's hand kept on saying, "I can draw a door on the tree first."

"??" Zhuang Qingliu was really disturbed by her operation.

After a while, Duan Zhujun, who drew a door on the tree and drew a teleportation array on the door, withdrew his hand and said to Zhuang Qingliu, "Take my hand."

What are you talking about big man?Don't think she doesn't remember, there was obviously no such link when she passed from the boat to the inn last time.

Zhuang Qingliu thought so in his heart, but clasped his hands without any delay.Mei Hualan's brows and eyes seemed to fly away, then she lowered her head and said, "Hold tight."

"Enough is enough, Mr. Duanzhu." Zhuang Qingliu had already seen through her, and glanced slightly, "I'll hold your hand into chicken feet in a while."

Mei Siji, who was already numb, died on the spot.

Mei Hualan suddenly exposed two dimples openly, and then stretched out her hand against the tree and pushed it lightly.Zhuang Qingliu suddenly felt a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and then her vision suddenly narrowed, and the sound of rain in her ears disappeared—she thought she was going back to the inn, where is this?

Mei Hualan answered her in a very close voice: "Pei Family Immortal Mansion."

"?!" Zhuang Qingliu turned her head subconsciously, but her lips suddenly brushed against the chin of the person behind her: "...??!"

Her whole body was about to explode and leaned back extremely fast, but Mei Hualan quickly put the palm of her hand on the back of her head, her voice still rang in her ears, but it seemed to be a little lower: "Slow down, don't hit it!" .”

Zhuang Qingliu slowly turned his head around strangely in his heart, only to find that Mei Siji was gone, and she and Mei Hualan were caught in a small space that seemed to be a gap, with the night above his head and grass growing on the ground .

"What the hell is going on here? Has your spirit technique failed? How could we suddenly be stuck in..."

Just as Zhuang Qingliu said this, a finger suddenly touched her lips lightly, and Mei Hualan whispered in her ear: "Shhh, I'll talk about it later, someone is coming."