no one knows better than me

Mei Hualan's expression changed twice like a cloud being blown by the wind, before hesitatingly said: "I don't dare say no."

Zhuang Qingliu: "What?"

Mei Hualan's eyes burned on her lips as if they were scalding, and she consciously looked into Zhuang Qingliu's eyes very secretly and said honestly: "If I was raped by a female ghost, wouldn't it be the one who molested you just now..."

Zhuang Qingliu: "Do you still know it's molestation?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't listen to her ramblings and changed the subject, she raised her eyelids quickly: "So you dare to say it's you?"

Once again, Big Boss Mei, who was forced to face the questioning afterwards, seemed to choke up for a very rare moment. His eyes pierced through his thick eyelashes, and the lamb bleated, "I will take responsibility."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qingliu held back the smile in her eyes, and picked her up: "Oh, it's you."

Mei Hualan just blinked her eyes from not daring to look at her bleating, and saw Zhuang Qingliu turning her gaze away as if nothing had happened, and looked at the thick fog around her: "It's you, so it's barely okay."

"...!"

If she dared to push it on the head of the female ghost without admitting it, a certain Mei would be cold.

Just as Mei Hualan was about to say something, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly raised his hand, and put a little space between her eyebrows: "Come on, you wait for me, you will always have to pay back your debts."

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu released the big wind bag and tried to blow it a few times, but no matter how he blew it, the thick thick fog around him seemed to shrink back slightly, and soon diffused back, which had no major effect.

She simply hooked the collar of Mei Hualan, hung her up and walked forward for a while, walking around seriously: "So let's get busy with business now, boss--it's a bit blurry to see people face to face. The dense fog must have been made by the female ghost, and she should be unable to get out even if she tried to go out, but she couldn’t find it even if she hid in it, what should I do?"

As she was speaking, a small shadow suddenly appeared in the thick fog in midair.

The two stopped abruptly, Zhuang Qingliu raised his head and took a closer look, only to realize that the small shadow that almost touched his eyelashes was a leaf, and what spread from the leaf and hid in the dense fog seemed to be a big tree of unknown species .

She turned her head and tried to say a word to the tree... The tree ignored her.

Zhuang Qingliu raised his hand and touched up and down again, but the tree still didn't move. It seemed that he was not a person with the ability to ask questions.She quickly brushed aside the leaves, chose a random direction and walked forward again, trying to see if she could figure out what the surrounding environment was like.

But after a few steps, Du E, who jumped out of the dense fog, suddenly grabbed the two of them and pulled them back!

Zhuang Qingliu's neck felt cold at the same time, and he blew with a big wind bag in front of his face. Only after the short time when the dense fog cleared, did he find that in front of him was a transparent filament stretched tightly on the tree body, which was even worse than a spider's thread. It was thin, but it was like a sharp blade. She almost had her head cut off unconsciously.

It seems that this female ghost is not only capable of creating illusions, but also very insidious.

At this moment, Mei Hualan lowered her eyes to look in front of her, and said: "Don't worry about where this is, you can force her to show up, subdue her, and the thick fog around her will automatically dissipate."

Zhuang Qingliu originally wanted to find out where this is, and he must know that no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, the place used to create illusions and dense fog must be the home field he is most familiar with, and once he knows where it is, then there is a lot about her. There are traces.Because this female ghost made Zhuang Qingliu inexplicably feel paradoxical, she couldn't let it go easily.

But after all, it is someone else's territory, and there is no way to evade this unpredictable and insidious method. To be on the safe side, it is better not to do it.So Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned around and asked, "How forced?"

Mei Hualan raised her hand and nodded, motioning for her to remove the hand hooked on the collar, and said: "It's not that I won't let you touch it, but I'll take something first, you can not only touch it later, but also..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Qingliu's hand that had been loosened from her collar moved upwards, and flicked on her forehead: "Hurry up!"

Mei Hualan seemed to feel sorry for what she hadn't finished speaking, then reached into her bosom, and took out a white piccolo from inside.

Zhuang Qingliu soon realized that in this boundless thick fog that even light could not penetrate, the only thing that could not be blocked was sound.However, she quickly lowered her head and asked, "Is this the white jade piccolo I gave you?"

Mei Hualan didn't answer, but turned the slender body of the flute slightly half a circle, and pointed it up in front of her to show her the four big characters of "if you don't accept it, do it".

"..." The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help going back to what happened just now to change the subject shamelessly, "I told you to hit someone who is aggressive and displeased, and fuck me if you don't agree? "

Mei Hualan seemed to think that the way she didn't admit it was cute, she turned her head halfway away with a smile: "I haven't... yet." After finishing talking about this topic, she skipped over, "This piccolo is not Baiyu's."

Zhuang Qingliu's gaze, which couldn't bear to look directly at him, immediately turned back, and at the same time reached out to take it: "Isn't it white jade?" But it was obviously delicate and smooth to the touch, and the tentacles were warm, "What is it that is not jade?"

"I don't know either, you said it's something more spiritual than jade."

Zhuang Qingliu flicked his fingers twice: "Na Lan Song and Guan Chang Xiao...is it Yu Ling?"

"His one is jade." Mei Hualan just lowered her gaze, looking at Zhuang Qingliu's face, "It's because you treat me differently from other people."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't react at first after listening, just tried to press the music hole on the piccolo a few times, and then raised her eyes suddenly: "How old were you when I gave you this piccolo? I... I was not good to you at that time. Same?"

She froze a few times, as if she couldn't believe it, what the hell was this?How can this be? !

Mei Hualan's eyes flickered lightly, as if on purpose, and she didn't answer.

Zhuang Qingliu figured it out. The material of this flute is indeed very special, but she glanced at Mei Hualan and asked, "Is the flute I gave your brother also made of white jade?"

I didn't expect her to react so quickly, Mei Hualan, who was not yet a monster enough: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu smiled suddenly and picked her a look: "Oh, I treat your brother differently."

……

Mei Hualan stopped talking, she hooked her eyes to the piccolo and put it on her lips.The air-piercing flute sound quickly flowed out from under her rapidly changing and pressing fingertips, and the dense fog in all directions seemed to be forced by something immediately, retreating away from the two of them.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned his head with Zhuling, and turned his back against her, lest the female ghost, who was pierced by the sound of the flute and couldn't bear it, suddenly appear and attack from behind.

As soon as she was thinking about it, a strong wind suddenly blew up all around her, and the dense fog that had not been able to disperse in the future suddenly swayed wildly and paradoxically, and some of them scattered and then blew back, as if something was secretly resisting and counterattacking. .

Mei Hualan put a protective barrier on Zhuang Qingliu's body without any sound, her knuckles were still firmly pressed against the flute hole, and at the same time, the tunes she blew became faster and stronger.The gust of wind blew her hair and the hem of her clothes tumbling endlessly.

Finally, after a sharp hiss in the distance, a cloud of shadows suddenly appeared from the thick fog at the bottom of the feet!

Zhuang Qingliu, who deliberately pretended to be attracted by the distance, did not say a word, he had already grasped the soul with both hands, and slashed down with Li Feng! !

"--ah

Wherever the edge of the spirit-chasing blade passed, there was a sound of "sizzling", and a violent black smoke billowed out. Zhuang Qingliu seemed to have cut off an arm of the female ghost shoulder-to-shoulder.

Just as she was about to quickly make another stab in the direction of the black smoke, the dense silk threads on her body suddenly exploded!The overwhelming stabbing pain made her plop, and she knelt down on the spot.

Mei Hualan's expression changed instantly, she turned her head and knelt down in front of her, holding Zhuang Qingliu's shoulders with both hands and looking back and forth quickly: "What's wrong?"

The sharp tingling pain brought by the silk thread was only for a moment. When it surged up, it was like a thick sea tide, and when it receded, it was calm again.

Zhuang Qingliu let go of Zhuling and raised his head: "...His hand hurts."

"..."

Mei Hualan lowered her eyes, turned her palm over and looked at it twice, and seeing that it was a little red, she seemed a little curious, and then raised her eyes to look at Zhuang Qingliu's face: "You've never been like this before."

Zhuang Qingliu also turned his palms and frowned: "It's because I don't have spiritual power now - that female ghost is very unusual, either she has a very high level of cultivation, or she has something left by someone with a very high level of cultivation. .”

This Mei Hualan agreed, nodded and said: "If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be easily pulled into this thick fog by her, at least you wouldn't."

Zhuang Qingliu looked up, even if the female ghost escaped again, she had already been seriously injured by her and Mei Hualan's joint efforts just now, and now the dense fog in the surrounding world is dissipating, and it shouldn't last long.

Mei Hualan didn't know what she was thinking at this moment, half kneeling in front of Zhuang Qingliu, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and wanted to reach out to touch her skirt again.

Zhuang Qingliu grabbed her hand halfway, and opened it to look at it.

Mei Hualan looked at her and laughed softly, "My hands don't hurt."

"No," Zhuang Qingliu showed her a "gold bracelet" on her wrist, "Just now another layer of gold powder was shaken off, I'll paint you a fox nail as well."

"..."

Mei Hualan immediately politely... no, she rejected her bluntly, then pulled her up and said, "Don't do anything if it hurts, I'm here."

Zhuang Qingliu disagreed, and after getting up, he quickly swiped his hands twice, then finished rubbing on Mei Hualan's nails, and said: "The ones with the same style of fox nails are a pair."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

The two had just become a couple because of their nails, and the surrounding fog had dissipated to the point where they could mostly see things.Then they looked around together, and found that the trees and silk threads they had just seen had long since disappeared, and things like walls and window frames were gradually exposed around them.

After a while, the dense fog cleared away completely, and the scene in front of the feet came into view clearly—this is a very distinctive style of turret.

The windows of the turret are open on eight sides, and the wood used looks very old after being damaged by wind and rain.Looking from the window, the surrounding eaves are stacked one after another, blooming like petals, which turned out to be a calyx building.

The female ghost was injured one after another, and she was unable to maintain the illusion. This should be the place where she really lived.However, there are hundreds of fairy schools, and each region has different customs and house construction styles. The construction of this typical Huae building is definitely not within the Meizhou boundary.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly and cautiously looked around, still leaning his back against the Meihualan, and asked for confirmation: "Mei Pan, there won't be such an earthen building in your family's territory, right?"

Mei Hualan hummed, and said succinctly, "This is a turret along the coast of Lingnan."

Hearing what she said, Zhuang Qingliu knew that there was no way to specify a certain family, but there might be many small sects of immortal sects, all located along the Lingnan coast.

The sky was dark, it should have just entered the night, a gust of wind with a sweet floral fragrance came in from outside the window, and the burning candles in the house suddenly flickered.

The two turned away from the window and began to look carefully inside the house.This room is very spacious, decorated with round moon gauze curtains in a pattern of three entrances and three exits, and wedding tents and red silk are set up everywhere, this is probably the wedding room of the female ghost herself when she was newly married.

Mei Hualan was already holding the floating lamp, looking back and forth at every hidden and hidden corner with a calm expression, Zhuang Qingliu quickly divided the tasks with her tacitly, and freed her hand to look around the house with confidence.

There was nothing special about the other things, but when Zhuang Qingliu picked up the wooden hanger casually, he pulled up a few more clothes hanging on it and glanced at them—these clothes were all obviously re-threaded at the waist, and it could be seen that Loosen the waist and abdomen a little.

After looking at a bunch of clothes one after another, she quickly turned around and turned to the closet, and pulled it open.In the top shelf of the closet, some red bellybands and small clothes for babies have already been folded, and there is even a pair of tiger-toed shoes made of only one and a half.

This is a pregnant woman.

"And it's very likely that when she gets married, the month of pregnancy is not too low, because the waist of those clothes is very tight..." Zhuang Qingliu was halfway talking to Mei Hualan, but suddenly stopped.

Mei Hualan quickly turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Qingliu stood in front of the dressing table, flipping through a small open drawer, listening to her question, said in a low voice, "I saw something familiar."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and lifted the thing out.

Mei Hualan, who had already turned her gaze, narrowed her eyes slightly

This is actually a Panlong purple jade pendant of Deng Linyu's family!

This kind of purple jade pendant is the identity symbol of the Yu family, and the material and shape patterns used will never collide with ordinary jade pendants.And not long ago, Mei Xiaohan teased Zhuang Qingliu specifically, so she recognized it at a glance, let alone Mei Hualan.

So what happened to this jade pendant?Whose is it?How could this female ghost exist?Is she from the Yu family? !

Because the Mei family's family crest and the things that represent their identities are shared by male and female disciples, Zhuang Qingliu quickly lowered his head and looked back and forth at this and asked Mei Hualan: "Do female disciples also have Yu's purple jade pendant?" ?”

Mei Hualan stretched out her hand with a solemn expression, and took the jade pendant: "Why, the Yu family is a descendant of the royal family. In the ancient Yu country, female heirs would not inherit the throne."

So this is a man's jade pendant, and this man is probably the one who married the female ghost and the father of the female ghost's child.

Zhuang Qingliu handed the jade pendant to Mei Hualan, and immediately asked again: "Mr. Yu's purple jade pendant has many patterns, is it the same from top to bottom, or is there any subtle difference?"

"Naturally."

Mei Hualan's voice was very calm, she simply glanced at it, pointed it to Zhuang Qingliu casually, and said, "Whether it's the number of dragons, or the dragon claws, or how many lifelike dragon scales are on the body, it depends on the number of dragons worn by the first relatives. It's all different."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and held the purple jade pendant under the candlelight: "And the most special thing is that these jade pendants reflect different colors under the light."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly looked at the colorful reflections of the purple jade pendant: "Then this is—?"

Mei Hualan didn't reply, but put away the purple jade pendant, and lightly pressed Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder.

"?" Zhuang Qingliu turned to look at her.

"—shh, don't talk."

Meihua Lanwu turned around, walked around the table, whispered something in her ear, and suddenly blew out the candle.

In the darkness, an extremely light and subtle sound finally emerged gradually. It was the breathing of a third person... right beside them!