Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Zhen pretended to be helpless and sighed and shook his head.

Mrs. Meng hid behind the pot lid and giggled. Zhen continued to pretend to be depressed for a while, then changed the subject and said to Mrs. Meng: "I won't argue with you, but you have to do me a favor!"

After hearing this, Po Meng couldn't help but put down the lid of the pot with joy, patted her chest and said, "That's true! Please tell me how you can help me, I am the most loyal person!"

Zhen smiled slyly, took out the medium Black Lotus and shook it at Po Meng.

"Help me identify it!"

Seeing Heilian, Po Meng appeared next to Heilian like a puppy, commanding Yayafei. She stretched her head and sniffed, frowning and said: "What a strange Heilian, it's obviously there, close your eyes."

But I can only feel nothingness, and there is no smell when I smell it, as if it is a ball of air."

As she said this, Po Meng reached out to touch the black lotus in Zhen's hand. Seeing Po Meng's curiosity aroused by the black lotus, Zhen showed a smile of success on his face.

Routines are easy for whoever uses them. If Meng Po is directly asked to hold on to Black Lotus, Po Meng may not know how many conditions to put forward. Now, pretending to be angry, retreat and ask Po Meng to hold on to Black Lotus, not only

There is no need to pay for anything, even the kind words are saved.

But if you don't want to pay the price, you need to stoke the fire before Po Meng can react.

Zhen: "You can't identify Wangqing, right?"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Po Meng's hair suddenly exploded and she screamed: "You said that my soup is not good, I have nothing to say. But if you say that my firmness is not good, I will never allow it! Humph, I will do it now

Let me show you how powerful this master is. Hum~! Yaya transforms!"

When Po Meng's voice fell, Yaya instantly transformed back into the big black pot boiling with green mucus. Po Meng fell directly into the green soup without noticing, surfaced, and spat out a mouthful of green soup.

Forgetful Meng Po said angrily:

"Bah~bah~ Yaya, you big idiot, I turned you into a workbench, who turned you into a soup pot?"

As she spoke, Po Meng flew out of the soup, used magic power to clean away the green soup on her body, and kicked Yaya on the head a few times along the way.

Yaya also quickly transformed into a test bed.

The eyelids of Zhen Zhen watching jumped, and he suddenly had the urge to join the magic soldiers and beat Po Meng to steal the magic weapon.

Thinking of him as the Lord of Hell, he still doesn't have a weapon at his disposal. Po Meng is the master of two magic weapons, beating and scolding. Yaya and Xixi are also blind, so they follow such a master. Quietly, everything has changed.

What kind of thing, soup pot, pot lid, test stand, magnifying glass... You two are also magic soldiers after all, how moral are you! How proud!

Just as Zhen Tucao said, Yaya became a test bed, and Xixi became a magnifying glass that was even bigger than Mrs. Meng's head.

The test bench is quite fantasy, a bit like a combination of our ancient alchemists and alchemists, complete with alchemy furnace, test tubes, and crucibles.

At this moment, Po Meng was concentrating on holding a magnifying glass to carefully observe the lines on the medium.

Zhen Mingjueli, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't even dare to breathe...

At the same time, in the underworld.

Yan Zheng is making his second attempt at media integration.

After confirming that the origin of the lotus heart was not harmful to the body, Yan Zheng wanted to try again to see if he could determine Dr. Yao's location through the connection between the origin and the medium.

Although it was not the first time to fuse, Yan Zheng was still a little nervous. The moment the medium came into contact with Yan Zheng's wound, countless nematodes began to live on the medium, trying to get into Yan Zheng's wound. Yan Zheng quickly moved the medium away.

Moved about thirty centimeters, the medium returned to the lotus seed shape again.

This made Yan Zheng very surprised. Is the medium considered a living thing or a dead thing? Why does it have a parasitic feeling when it is close to flesh and blood, which makes people shudder.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zheng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes before putting the medium into his wound.

In an instant, Yan Zheng's soul left his body and appeared in the medium illusion again.

The scenes recorded by those media are just like cutscenes. They cannot be canceled or skipped. You can only wait for it to finish playing.

After finally getting to the end of the scene, Yan Zheng's consciousness showed faint signs of returning to his body. Yan Zheng quickly stabilized his mind and began to think about Dr. Yao. When Yan Zheng opened his eyes again, he found that he had already fallen into a turmoil. In the void, wrapped in boundless darkness.

Yan Zheng seemed to be a singular point in the center of darkness. The darkness was born from him. Only the center where he was located had a little light. That light only illuminated Yan Zheng's body, no more, no less.

At the same time, the beam of light firmly imprisoned Yan Zheng in place, unable to move. Yan Zheng could not even blink except for thinking.

Every minute and every second in the dark and silent environment was a kind of torture. Yan Zheng always felt that there were countless ferocious beasts hidden in the darkness around him, looking at him with eager eyes.

Maybe the next second they will rush back and tear him into pieces. Sometimes the fear does not come from the outside world, but from your own heart.

At this moment, Yan Zheng longed to see someone, even if it was a resentful spirit, he could accept it. Even if it was just anything, seeing something was better than facing the boundless darkness.

This strong desire fermented in Yan Zheng's heart. As time passed, Yan Zheng saw two more looming white spots in front of his eyes, sometimes there and sometimes not.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zheng, with the mentality of giving it a try, imagined that the light points would fly in front of him.

Just when Yan Zheng was imagining, one of the light spots quickly hit Yan Zheng's brain. Yan Zheng saw a woman sitting in front of the window writing. Although he only saw a pair of hands, Yan Zheng was sure that the owner of those delicate hands was a woman. woman.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart: It's the first point of view again...

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman turned around suddenly. When Yan Zheng thought he saw the layout of the room, he saw Zhao Jie's face with a strange smile.

Although he and Zhao Jie were thousands of miles apart, Yan Zheng still heard Zhao Jie's voice clearly in his mind.

"It turns out that you took my things, you thief! Let me keep it for a while. Take good care of it. I will get it back myself! If I am in a good mood, I might even bring you a gift. oh!"

As she said this, Zhao Jie gave Yan Zheng a wink. At this moment, Zhao Jie was so beautiful in Yan Zheng's eyes, as if he had been seduced by a mermaid, and he felt like he was willing to die for her.

Fortunately, the scene flashed away and Yan Zheng did not show his ugly face.

The picture shattered, and Yan Zheng's consciousness returned to darkness. Yan Zheng lowered his head thoughtfully and murmured softly to himself.

"Sure enough, there is a connection between the media! Zhao Jie wants to come back to get the origin of the lotus heart? She doesn't seem to know about my relationship with Zhen...hehe"
Chapter completed!