no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu was just joking at first, but after seeing Mei Hualan's expression changed a few times, she couldn't help laughing, and took the initiative to grab her hand: "Okay, let's go, although the amulet can block the key blow, But it's not a defensive armor, I think that female ghost is a bit powerful."

Mei Hualan hummed, and quickly gave an estimate: "At least three to forty years of cultivation."

In other words, this female ghost has been wandering the world for 40 to 40 years.Zhuang Qingliu walked and thought quickly, she didn't know how she kept her soul alive for the past three to forty years, and what was the ins and outs of her life... She saw this paragraph when she was flipping through the book, and it was in the middle of the night. Skip it in fear.

The two of them took three steps at a time, and quickly arrived at the room where the sick groom was temporarily placed.

The room was already in a state of yelling and yelling. According to the screams of a group of maids and wives—the female ghost just didn’t talk nonsense just now. Going on topic to pinch the young master on their bed.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly stepped forward to the bed, rolled the eyelids of the sick young man's groom, and confirmed that he was still alive, and the amulet given to him by Meihualan on his body, because of the catastrophe, the bright cinnabar runes on it had faded .

"All go out."

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Mei Hualan scanned the corners of the room, and suddenly spoke calmly and concisely.

The crowd shut their mouths instantly and were as quiet as chickens, their eyes widened and their eyes widened, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

"..."

"Your young master is fine. You don't want to leave him alone. You can carry him out together." Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned around, and after making up a few words of harmony for the cold and unknowing big brother, he made up this There was also a female ghost in the house, which frightened a group of people so that they quickly lifted the sick man and groom out.

"What's wrong? What do you feel is wrong?" Zhuang Qingliu closed the door with both hands, then turned back and asked.

Mei Hualan kept staring blankly at the mid-air and slowly turned around, not knowing what she was thinking when she frowned. Seeing Zhuang Qingliu's questioning, she turned back and said seriously to her: "The female ghost is indeed still in this room."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Mei Hualan pointed at her in the air: "Although Du'er couldn't see her, he immediately surrounded this room, and she couldn't get out."

Du E, who was surrounded by the wall and formed a square circle, seemed to feel some praise, so he quickly and happily twisted himself into a water wave in mid-air.

……

Zhuang Qingliu had no time to look at it, but immediately moved closer to Mei Hualan as much as possible without attracting attention—this was definitely not fear, but the extreme experience of being brain-bombed by a ghost, it was life Unbearable weight.

She absolutely can't do it again, and she will die young when she does it again.

At this moment, Mei Hualan lowered her head and drew a few talismans in a very puzzled manner: "I know you are afraid."

Zhuang Qingliu: "...?"

"You used to be scared, and you ran away when you met a ghost." Mei Hualan raised her head after drawing, and calmly explained a fact to Zhuang Qingliu, then handed her a little finger, and quickly ignited eight talismans in the other hand, Simultaneously, Shua pulled and threw it to the eight corners of the room, "Hold me if you are afraid."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids drooped, and he looked at the little finger waiting to be clenched for a long time before he looked away very casually against his will, "I'm not afraid at all."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished her words, the southwest corner that was burned by the magic talisman suddenly burst into flames, and a blurred red shadow was burned out of its original form immediately, and soon screamed painfully and painfully!

Before Mei Hualan waited for a moment, she had already stabbed out with a sword in the wind and thunder with a floating lamp in her hand... Zhuang Qingliu quickly grabbed her little finger, and was dragged towards her like a dragging oil bottle, shouting: "—— afraid Horrifying fear!"

……

However, Mei Hualan's little finger suddenly disappeared together with her whole body!

Zhuang Qingliu held her eyes open, and at the same time, her eyes flashed, an extremely glaring white light flashed across like lightning, causing her to close her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again immediately... the scene in front of her eyes had changed into an earth-shaking scene.

The birds chirping all around are ethereal, the greenery everywhere is pleasing to the eye, the air inhaled into the lungs is so clear that the aura is compelling, and the head is slightly tilted, surrounded by a large red lotus water pavilion that can't be seen, but it is very strange, this red lotus is accompanied by It is the scene of Xiahe lying in the snow.

The fantasy of a female ghost?

"--Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a stabbing sound from the right rear, Zhuang Qingliu immediately stretched out his hand and grasped Zhuling firmly in the palm of his hand, then turned his head cautiously with a little peace of mind, and looked at the place where the sound was made - a few dozen steps away. Beside the water pavilion, two familiar faces came into view: Mei Hualan and Zhu Heng.

Zhu Heng's expression was still lazy and arrogant, but the bow in his hand was suddenly reversed, and he lifted it suddenly, pressing Mei Hualan's neck tightly, forcing her against a huge lapis lazuli.

Zhuang Qingliu took a step reflexively in an instant, but suddenly realized... At this time, Mei Hualan was very young, her eyes were still very pure and ethereal, and her height was two knuckles shorter than she is now.

What's happening here?The female ghost is showing her the past?So is this illusion hers or the female ghost's?Real or made up?

Not allowing her to think too much, Zhu Heng beside the red lotus waterside pavilion quickly stared sharply at Mei Hualan who was pressed against the stone body, squinting slightly: "You like her, right?"

Mei Hualan glanced at the bowstring that seemed to be able to cut her throat in the next second, her expression remained unchanged: "Why, I don't have any unreasonable thoughts about her."

The tensed bowstring in Zhu Heng's hand didn't move at all: "Then why did you deliberately find an excuse to follow her one day?"

Mei Hualan's eyes were piercing: "Because she is the young master of Gu Mengchao."

Zhu Heng didn't know what she was thinking, she paused silently for a while, and then she scraped the bowstring close to her neck dangerously and slowly, and suddenly took it away.

Immediately, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, turned around and left without looking back: "You'd better tell the truth."

……

Before Zhu Heng left, Zhuang Qingliu turned back to Mei Hualan's face, and the scene in front of her collapsed like a sudden collapse.Immediately, the surrounding sky collapsed, and the red lotus in the water retreated from full bloom to buds one by one like rewinding, and quickly faded back into the water from the sharp corners. The same was true for all the lotus leaves. And, soon there was only the shimmering lake water left.

But it is obviously a water pavilion, how could it be a lake!

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyes in an instant, only to realize that the surroundings had changed to a familiar scene - the sparkling blue lake.

There was also a sudden sound from the plank road on the left side of Shangsiguiya, but this time it was different from the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, but an overwhelming noise.Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the center of the lake, and only saw a sea of ​​people rushing towards the top of the cliff like a tidal wave. These people were holding knives, swords, whips, or pianos, and their expressions were extraordinarily heavy. , as if facing an enemy.You can roughly see the disciples of the Pei family in flying fish suits, the disciples of the Lan family in elegant orchid clothes, and the monks of the Yu family with purple jade hanging from their waists... I think there should be a mixture of all the immortal sects, but she can't recognize them all. .

The only one that doesn't seem to be the Mei family.

Just as Zhuang Qingliu watched those people think of this, the entire side wall of the high cliff was pulled down rapidly in front of her eyes, but in an instant, her eyes fell unimpeded to the top of the cliff.

Beside the tall boundary marker on the top of the cliff—Mei Hualan of the Mei family was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a floating lamp, and pierced her heart with a sword.

It was just such a static scene, but Zhuang Qingliu was in severe pain as if he was being physically hurt. He suddenly bent over and curled up, pressing his hand heavily on his heart.

A pair of hands suddenly supported her at this time, and Mei Hualan in another scene held the floating lamp upside down, leaning on Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder and staring at her in a low voice: "Zhuang Zhu!"

The tip of the floating lamp and sword was shining with blazing light, constantly dispelling and dispelling the surrounding red mist, yes, the blood mist.The two of them were in the room just now, and were dragged into the thick fog and illusion of a desperate fight by the female ghost. Now everything they see is nothingness. The whole world seems to be filled with this dense mist, which is thick, dense and pervasive. , as if swallowing up the world.

In this paradoxical fog, to stay awake—you must see blood.

After Meihualan stepped out of the illusion first and quickly, she had already drawn a line on the palm of her hand with her sword, but Fudeng rarely obeyed her commands. No matter what, she seemed unwilling to touch Zhuang Qingliu.

Moreover, on Zhuang Qingliu's body, severe wounds in other places would heal very quickly, and they couldn't even play the role of pulling her out of the illusion.

After several times of trying to insert the knife with her fingers, Mei Hualan finally lowered her head, silently glanced at the person in the illusion, then suddenly tilted her head, kissed the corner of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth and took a bite.

The person who was half-supported and half-embraced suffered one after another stinging pain, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his temple, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The first moment Zhuang Qingliu woke up, he knew that the corner of his mouth had been bitten, and at the same time, he saw that Mei Hualan's thin lips were still stained with a little of her blood, which was extremely radiant.

Mei Hualan was already close to her forehead, smelling each other's breath, but now seeing Zhuang Qingliu's gaze on her lips, which flickered lightly like a star, her heart suddenly twitched with unspeakable heat. Pressing on Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder, he blurted out: "You like me."

Zhuang Qingliu immediately ignored the strange blood mist surrounding him, and raised his eyes: "...what?"

As soon as she finished "what", the figure close at hand had already bent over and approached her, grabbed her waist very resolutely, and kissed her without hesitation.

"..."

"????!"

Zhuang Qingliu's heart exploded like thunder, and immediately played the third scream, as if ten thousand mace circled around ten times and sang a chorus at her.

Mei Hualan didn't know if she thought she was dreaming, or if she felt that there would be no excuse to blame the immorality in the illusion, she almost carried away the person in her arms, licking and kissing her tenderly back and forth.

It felt like a time had passed when the chaotic world was split open again, and Zhuang Qingliu's knuckles moved slightly. He was about to press the handkerchief kneaded into floral cloth onto Mei Hualan's face, but he heard her lingering on his lips and teeth softly. Tossing and turning: "You like me——you used to actually like me very much."

"..."

As if following her words, Zhuang Qingliu felt her palms burning unavoidably, and Mei Sigui, who was singing in the chorus, also seemed to have finished singing a song, and then changed another song joyfully, and then she was still in a fog He didn't realize it - the bold Mei in front of him touched her lips twice reluctantly, moved to the corner of his mouth and closed his tail gently.

After Mei Hualan opened her eyes, she still pressed Zhuang Qingliu's forehead motionlessly, and her whole body was as burning as her bright red lips.

Zhuang Qingliu closed his eyes deeply in a chaotic manner, and closed them until it felt like another ten years had passed since Pangu created the world, before finally opening them, staring at Meihualan for a moment: "...There is a very important thing."

Mei Hualan thought she was going to ask about the past, or what she saw just now when she was pulled into the illusion, so she gently moved the hand on Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder, wrapped her waist gently, and bowed her head seriously. :"you say."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qingliu narrowed her eyes dangerously, looked at her seriously and asked, "Did you get caught by a female ghost just now?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

The author has something to say: So should a certain Mei named Panpan say "yes" or "no", I feel that if he said "no" pragmatically, it seems that he will not be able to get out of the blood fog