no one knows better than me

Blood gushed out continuously from the three-finger-wide wound, and indescribable palpitations instantly swept through Zhuang Qingliu's chest.

"—why is this happening?"

Mei Hualan's face had already turned pale due to blood loss, she slowly lowered her head and raised her hands, covering her lower abdomen with force, and said word by word: "Because the last Lan Song that appeared in the void is the real Lan Song now."

!

That is to say, in reality, Lan Song also entered that imaginary realm unknowingly, and finally stabbed out this sword in troubled waters—because he also entered from the real world, so the sword he stabbed could Leave a wound!

No wonder his swordsmanship suddenly became so proficient and sharp.

So from the very beginning, he was constantly transferring people around Zhuang Qingliu away, but later it was revealed that he could only disappear in embarrassment with the teleportation talisman, but it was still a routine - he had planned and calculated to lure Zhuang Qingliu He and Plum Blossom Ring will definitely go to the virtual world.

In the end, taking advantage of the common sense and special features of the virtual world, gods and ghosts appeared in it unpredictablely, stabbing out a false and real blow.

Because for Mei Hualan, except for the fact that she would be careless and incompetent in a place like the Void Realm, she would hardly have any flaws under normal circumstances, at least without this kind of cover-up, ordinary people would basically be unable to deal with it she.

So Lan Song is really very scheming, he is not the same as Lan Song in the Void Realm.

The bad feeling in Zhuang Qingliu's heart disappeared in a flash, and without thinking about it, he quickly half-knelt down, touched out all the wound medicine talisman papers that could be used on his body, and stuffed them in the plum blossom circle in a messy manner. Wound.

Mei Hualan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed her wrist, and said hoarsely: "It's okay, leave now."

"I know!"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't have time to deal with it carefully, she tore it violently with her hands, and tore off Mei Hualan's coat, then wrapped the bandage directly outside her coat for a few times, and immediately got up.

But here—it was the bottom of the cliff where they jumped off, and the virtual environment stored now has been broken, revealing the original scenery.

Zhuang Qingliu had just got up with his arms around Meihualan, and his heart sank two points. The bottom of this cliff is surrounded by mountains, and it is obvious that the surrounding area has been sealed again with the color of an enchantment, and this is the original color of the cliff. It is the territory of the Lingbilan clan, and they may not be able to get out.

She quickly took out a message talisman from her bosom and tried it. Sure enough, even at the bottom of the cliff, the message couldn't be sent out.

Mei Hualan raised her hand with a seldom ugly face, and just tried to use her spiritual power, the wound suddenly felt like a landslide of rain, and large swaths of dark red blood gushed out again.

Zhuang Qingliu's face changed slightly and he grabbed her. Before he could make a sound, an expected voice calmly spoke for her: "Don't try it, it won't work."

Behind him came the slow sound of branches stepping on leaves - Lan Song.

Zhuang Qingliu turned around slowly with her half-armed Mei Hualan, raised her head and met his eyes straight.

The Lan Song in front of him is still wearing the fake purple clothes in the virtual world, and he probably hasn't had time to change it. It's splashed with dark blood and muddy water. It's almost exactly the same as the "Lan Song" in the virtual world more than 20 years ago... except for the corners of his eyes.

When the city was finally massacred in the Void Realm, the young Lan Song had a very thin and obvious scar under the corner of his left eye, which was left when he first arrived in Lancheng when he fought with the high priest of Rouran.But later, this Lan Songlan suzerain, the corners of his face and eyes were extremely clean - that's because he probably used some spiritual technique to get rid of it, because he didn't want to remember and be ashamed of that scar.

"So Lan Zongzhu," Zhuang Qingliu hugged Mei Hualan tightly with one hand to support her, and the other hand was already pressing down on the spirit pestle, "You want to..."

Before she finished speaking, she borrowed the last bit of spiritual power left when she just left the Void Realm, and took the lead in slashing out like lightning: "——what are you doing?!"

Lan Song didn't even move, and moved the barrier above his head invisibly, covering it in front of his eyes like a thin film: "Didn't you guess it?"

The sword energy that Zhuang Qingliu swung out bounced back as it was, so she had no choice but to dodge, covering the plum blossoms with both hands to avoid it.

The look in Mei Hualan's eyes is very cold, but her whole body is already falling heavily - no matter how powerful a person is, they can only do anything before they fall, but anyone who is injured will suffer the same consequences and pain of.

What's more, Lan Song's current sword is no small matter.

Zhuang Qingliu had no choice but to put away the knife and stop trying pointlessly, and tightened his grip on Meihua's waist: "So you were actually trying to use Lanshu's incident at the wedding banquet to test me - to test me to revive Yuling for you. Attitude?"

She raised half of her eyebrows slightly as if she was asking, but her tone was already calmer than a statement.

Lan Song's face was expressionless, as if he had no interest in answering, but suddenly started to move forward, his posture and movements were very calm, like a "hunter who was walking towards a trap that was set in advance".

But a pale golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, silently stopping Lan Song's footsteps.

——The long pale golden rope leaped out from Mei Hualan's palm, like a bracelet, twirling around Zhuang Qingliu's wrist.Zhuang Qingliu flicked his fingers lightly, and the long rope immediately stretched his body, swimming slowly in the air, with one end raised high, as if looking down on Lan Song majestically and silently.

The ancient well-like expression in Lan Song's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he stayed where he was for the time being, as if he was afraid.

Zhuang Qingliu shifted his eyes from the long rope to Lan Song, and said calmly, "Since I dare not leave, why don't we talk first?"

Lan Song was still staring at the long rope, but said "Oh" without showing any emotion: "What do you want to talk about?"

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and said casually: "Tell me first... How about you casually fabricating and talking about the King of All Souls with me before?"

The majestic master of a sect has also used this excuse for many years to openly recruit acquired spiritual objects from all over the world, and even took the initiative to ask for a lot from hundreds of immortal sects, without arousing any suspicion.

Lan Song said lightly: "You have to believe it yourself."

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to be able to make up any black and white nonsense before." Zhuang Qingliu nodded in deep reflection, "It's the rumor that you spread out that you're jealous of evil spirits"-it's really a rumor Mistake me."

She turned and said seamlessly: "But can I ask, what were you doing for that 'restless spirit' you made before the wedding banquet?"

Lan Song put her hands behind her back and didn't speak, but glanced at the place where Lan Shu's scroll was placed on her body from the corner of her eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly came to a sudden, and said: "—that is your last chance to try to revive Yuling with a test product, because I think that Mei Pan and I will soon find out from Meizhou because of the fairy in the painting. right?"

Lan Song was noncommittal, but suddenly raised his hand, and blasted out a palm full of spiritual power, hitting Zhuang Qingliu's direction!

The long golden rope in front of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes didn't urge to move automatically, it seemed to groan faintly, and at the same time, the rope body swam extremely flexibly, and the tail flicked heavily—bang!

The ball of spiritual energy blasted by Lan Song was completely scattered in mid-air, but at the same time, the radiant golden light on the long rope seemed to fade a bit.

Zhuang Qingliu raised her hand to touch it anxiously, thinking: Are you alive?Will it be broken head-on?

Mei Hualan leaned against her and covered her wound in a low voice, "It's called Du'e—it's yours, it won't break."

It turned out to be hers?

Zhuang Qingliu quickly looked at the long pale golden rope, and before she had time to think about it, she just turned around quickly holding her - because Lan Song slapped her again.

He had roughly detected the spiritual power possessed by Due himself, so he began to make quick shots one after another, intending to consume it.

Lan Song had just entered the illusion, so he pretended to use a protruding white bone claw to attack and hurt him, so as to test Zhuang Qingliu's skills and dispel the suspicion of several people.This time I tried to cross the river, and I was very familiar with it.

Zhuang Qingliu pulled back the spirit rope from mid-air, and began to swing it efficiently and energy-efficiently like a whip, and the lightning flashed with Lan Song for a while.

Ever since Yuling died, Lan Song seemed to have no pain sensation, and even the back of his hand was scorched black by the faint electric light on Du'er's body, and he could not change his expression.

"I said, can you say something to me!" After Zhuang Qingliu whipped out another sharp whip, he turned around and hid with Mei Hualan, and said unreasonably, "You are so cold, it seems that I am alone chat!"

She found that when this spirit rope was held in her palm, there was indeed a smoothness and fit that could not be described in words, so she shook it more and more.

A smile without any trace of a smile appeared on Lan Song's face, and a ball of spiritual power hit Zhuang Qingliu's hand: "I used to like to talk to people without touching them, but later I found out that it is the most labor-saving to do it directly."

"Nonsense!"

He specifically attacked Du'er in Zhuang Qingliu's hand, but Zhuang Qingliu yanked back, sapping his spiritual power, and seriously objected: "Is it just the resurrection of the jade spirit? I'm very surprised, this Can't you just tell me if it doesn't hinder others? Or do you agree that I won't help you? "

She whipped Lan Song across the face: "I'm obviously very reasonable!"

Lan Song: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu took the opportunity to fly back: "Are you the devil that everyone shouts and beats you? Do you have to use this method to press you step by step?"

Lan Song's face flickered a few times in a strange way, so she twitched him again: "Will you help me?" He glanced almost mockingly at the corner of his eyes, and flew up again, "Are you willing to take the initiative to dig out your soul?" Dan, or die?"

Mei Hualan's heavy eyelids suddenly lifted, and she fixed Lan Song with a cold gaze.

"?"

Zhuang Qingliu was shocked, so he whipped him twice again.

That's really useless.

She will never contribute.

The question is—"What the hell is using my elixir and letting me die? Apart from my ability to contribute a little bit, what does it have to do with your Jade Spirit's resurrection?!"

Lan Song's face twisted slightly, and his thoughts seemed to float for a moment: "Of course it has something to do with it. It is also a spiritual thing that has become a spirit. If you can be resurrected, why can't he?"

"...What are you talking about?!"

Zhuang Qingliu slammed the whip, and suddenly mixed with Chasing Ling, he slashed out, interrupting his imagination: "Can the flower essence and jade spirit that are born and grown that day be the same species? If you refine me, you can refine it. ? You're a bitch!"

She took the opportunity to stab Lan Song in the leg, bleeding profusely on the spot.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly grabbed the plum blossoms and flew away without thinking: "You can continue to fantasize, but I will not dedicate myself. Goodbye!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was dragged into a deep forest with dense branches and leaves halfway up the mountain with the help of Du'er's spiritual power. She couldn't walk for the time being, but it was okay to hide for a short time so that she could think of a way quickly when she was free.

But Lan Song, whose right leg was chopped off by her, stood there, looked down at the bleeding thigh expressionlessly for a while, then stretched out his hand indifferently, and then looked exactly in a direction in the dense forest.

In just two cups of tea, Zhuang Qingliu, who hadn't found a place to stay, twitched her eyelids, and stopped abruptly under a tree.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the wound on Mei Hualan's lower abdomen—this kind of wound pierced by the spirit sword, there would be residual spirit power from the sword around the edge, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid.If they were completely dug out without blood or flesh, no matter where they went, Lan Song would always be able to find them through induction before they dissipated very slowly.

This is really not given a chance in the legend.

Zhuang Qingliu grabbed Meihualan's hand that was as cold as her eyes and wanted to move, and stroked her irritability and anger a few times like a smooth hair: "I know you are very angry, but we are not in a hurry to be brave, and we will take revenge when we are done." it's the same!"

As she spoke, she backed away as fast as she could, avoiding Lan Song, the great silent family who would never greet her: "I said, you are so aggressive, are you really sure that you can successfully revive your Jade Spirit by using me as a raw material?"

Lan Song didn't talk to her, and the moves to attack her were quicker than the last.

Because of the enchantment layout at the bottom of the cliff, the spiritual power available to Du'er is extremely limited, and now it is rapidly depleting visible to the naked eye. Zhuang Qingliu is so tired that he almost wants to scold Lan Song: "Why are you so stubborn? ? I think you’re actually not sure, are you? Or can you collect more than [-] years of evil spirits and experiment for so long without success?”

"Why don't you stop being so tight first, let me try for you...I mean serious!" As she was speaking, half of her body was shaken violently.

Zhuang Qingliu hissed subconsciously, and said angrily: "You are really poisonous, right?! What is the reason for your obsession?!

Lan Song didn't answer her, but asked instead: "Why did you survive?"

"Maybe I planted some kind of seed while I was alive?"

Seeing that he was willing to take an intermission, Zhuang Qingliu immediately said: "Didn't that blue lake start to bloom and celebrate every year after I died? Then I was probably born this year?"

As she spoke, she felt a little worried. She lowered her head and turned to Mei Hualan, who was already standing firmly against her, and said, "Mei Pan, then am I myself now? Or am I my daughter?"

Lan Song: "..."

Mei Hualan didn't know if it was due to blood loss, she lost her mind, or she simply couldn't explain to Zhuang Qingliu, so she replied: "You are my daughter."

Zhuang Qingliu: "...Look at what hot words you're talking about. Is Sigui your granddaughter? We are three generations living under one roof, happy and harmonious?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Although it hadn't started to get dark yet, Mei Sigui, who was sleeping peacefully as if she had died, seemed to be woken up by her.

Lan Song seemed to be stuck in some obsession, looked at Zhuang Qingliu seriously, and asked repeatedly: "Why did you survive?"

There is a breeze in the mountains and forests, and the leaves of the trees rub against each other, making a slight rustling sound.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved, his eyes sank slightly, and after a moment's pause, Chao Lansong said calmly: "Maybe it's because I didn't die back then."

Lan Song was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously sensed that her tone was very serious.

Mei Hualan's eyebrows also moved slightly, and she turned her head slightly to see Zhuang Qingliu's expression... Not sure if she really thought so, or if she was fooling Lan Song.

Lan Song put away the sword that had just been unsheathed in his hand, his throat moved slightly, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's literally." Zhuang Qingliu said to him word by word, "I'm not resurrected, but I may not have died at all."

Mei Hualan's eyelashes moved slightly, not perfunctory.

Lan Song was listening to her every single word, with an extremely serious expression, but it was hard to understand: "You mean, someone—"

"Yes." Zhuang Qingliu didn't know why, and cut off his words abruptly, "If someone didn't let me die back then, then he must have a special purpose or reason, so I don't want to step into his design and plan step by step now. here, and you—"

She paused, "It's a ring on the chessboard in his hand."

Mei Hualan, whose eyelids sank to the point where she could no longer lift her heart, suddenly something like thunder and lightning flashed across her heart

It turns out that although Zhuang Qingliu has never shown the slightest bit on her face for so long, she has been thinking over and over in her heart, guessing, observing, confirming, and even probing back and forth... And these little things Trivial, she almost didn't notice it.

Mei Hualan felt a surge of familiarity in her heart, her eyelids lifted slightly for a moment, and she calmly looked at Zhuang Qingliu's side face... It felt like she had walked back from 20 years ago when time flew by.

But Lan Song's face jumped in a strange way for a moment, and he looked at Zhuang Qingliu slightly, as if he didn't know what to say for a while, or he seemed to have too much to say at a time, and he didn't know which sentence to say first.

After a short back and forth, his lips moved and he said, "Is it fun to play with me?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu's expression was very indescribable. In all fairness, she had always known exactly what kind of person she was - she was suspicious by nature.

Because of being suspicious, many of the things she thinks in her heart are often never said a word, even Meihualan is almost without exception.But today, he said such an important thing to Lan Song sincerely, and what he actually responded was... a doggy word.

"I'll just ask you a little bit," Zhuang Qingliu decided not to worry too much, but said to Lan Song seriously, "The leaf that you used the teleportation talisman for a moment before - who gave it to you?"