The eighth chapter is not to be the queen sister flower (8)
Qian Erwei and Liu Zijiang were also shocked. Their shock was written on their faces. They had no idea what Zhao Yu was talking about.
Liu Zijiang wanted to know what was going on, but seeing Zhao Yu's unhappy face, he suppressed the question.
Qian Erwei rolled his eyes quietly, no one knew what he was thinking.
Jiang Chengjie didn't have time to care what Liu Zijiang and Qian Erwei thought, and hurriedly explained to Zhao Yu, "Brother Yu, it's not that I don't want to post it, but I want to edit it carefully to see how and where to post it."
He can follow Zhao Yu's wishes to realize his own plans, but he will never dare to offend Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu was satisfied and said, "Cut it better."
The four of them thought they were shady people in private, and they imagined that Cheng Wenjin, who was supposed to be the weak one, would return to his position of embarrassment and feel a wave of twisted joy in their hearts, but they never imagined that there was an invisible eye watching them.
After knowing that Zhao Yu was also living in this hospital, how could Zihua not be on guard against the four scumbags doing things that were not conducive to her as a human being? She immediately put some mental energy into Zhao Yu's ward.
This bit of mental power is released as an independent individual and does not allow her to 'see' everything in Zhao Yu's ward in real time. It only serves as a warning.
The advantage is that it doesn't require her to maintain it all the time like the method of extending her mental power. If the released mental power threads are not activated, the damage to her body will be negligible.
Just now, her mental power captured the malice directed against her and was activated, and Zi Hua immediately sensed it.
Sure enough, it was no coincidence that the original owner met Zhao Yu and the others.
Zi Hua found a small ball labeled "Information Converter" from the dimensional space, dragged it with her mental power and placed it on top of Zhao Yu's mobile phone. The small ball quickly sank into Zhao Yu's mobile phone.
After two or three seconds, the ball appeared.
Following the same pattern, the other three people's mobile phones, including Qian Erwei's smashed mobile phone, were all visited by Xiaoqiu.
An information converter is a tool used to export and import information on different carriers. It is also not a physical object, but appears in the form of a small ball.
Zihua took back the ball and imported the information exported by the ball from the four people's mobile phones into his own mobile phone.
The ball slowly dissipated after importing the information into her mobile phone.
It's a pity that the information converter is a consumable item, and there are only six of them in the dimension.
After looking through the photos and videos related to her on several people's mobile phones, Zi Hua raised her eyebrows. Many of them were 'dirty material' about the original owner in her previous life.
Violate her online?
She waited to see how well the cut went.
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Yuhua's mental cultivation is relatively smooth.
The practice of the mind method in basic martial arts is to absorb the spiritual energy from the outside into the body through the movement of the mind method in the meridians.
This is a world on the scientific side. Generally speaking, the world on the scientific side tends to be non-spiritual. Fortunately, there is spiritual energy in this world. Although there is little spiritual energy, you can practice as long as you have the mind.
The difference lies in the speed of cultivation and the level to which one can cultivate.
The spiritual energy is absorbed into the body, and the benefits it brings to the body are visible to the naked eye. The bruises on the outside fade away faster, leaving only a few light yellow patches.
The internal bleeding that was invisible to the naked eye has basically healed.
In order to avoid recovering too quickly, she did not use spiritual energy to repair her body, otherwise there would be no traces of injury.
At this point, Juhua's attending doctor joked with the latest test report that she had good genes, was beautiful and had strong resilience.
After repeated confirmations, she couldn't help but sigh, "It's great to be young. It doesn't seem to be a big problem for the time being, but it's best to stay in the hospital for two more days before being discharged."
It was related to her daughter's health. Cheng Qiuyun did not disobey the doctor and hurriedly paid the fee.
Nothing happened to Zihua, so she walked downstairs slowly.
Behind the building is a small garden with luxuriant green plants, various flowers and trees in bloom, and full of vitality.
This was the first time that Zihua went downstairs since being hospitalized.
She wandered aimlessly in the small garden.
Everything is new to her.
Seeing it through memory is a completely different feeling than seeing it with your own eyes.
Her nebula is vast, but there is no life similar to this world.
These beings come in all shapes and forms, and are so fragile that she can kill countless of them with one finger with her current body.
But each one of them made her novel.
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Jiang Yan was sitting under the wisteria trellis, holding an open book in her hand, but her eyes were not on the book.
What she was observing was a girl.
The girl looked fifteen or six years old? Or seventeen or eight years old? She was wearing a hospital gown like her and was walking around in the small garden.
Ever since she accidentally saw the girl walking into the small garden, she had been paying attention to the girl.
The reason for the concern is tacky: the girl is pretty.
Not only men like to look at beautiful women, but women also like to look at them. Jiang Yan is not to the point of controlling her appearance, but regardless of whether she is a man or a woman, she will take a few more glances at beautiful women.
Long flowing hair, full of beauty.
In addition to being beautiful, the girl's every move was filled with a kind of natural ease, which reminded her of green mountains, ancient towns, or the azure ocean. Jiang Yan couldn't think of which one was more appropriate. Anyway, it made her think
It looks very comfortable.
Jiang Yan laughed as she thought about it, laughing at herself for suddenly becoming artistic. She really hit the mark, saying that illness makes people sentimental.
However, it is true that this girl makes people feel comfortable.
After a while, the girl came over to the wisteria trellis.
Now is the flowering season of wisteria, and the fragrance can be smelled from far away. Hundreds of lavender flower clusters hang from the branches, decorating the ordinary walkway into a dreamy corridor.
No one dislikes such beautiful scenery. Jiang Yan would sit under the wisteria trellis for a while between treatments every day.
"The trash can is over there." Jiang Yan pointed to a corner on the left and reminded the girl.
She just saw the girl pick out a drink bottle from the grass on the roadside, and she had a better impression of the girl.
Zi Hua raised the empty drink bottle in her hand and asked, "Are you talking about this?"
Zihua had known that people were looking at her from time to time, but the glances directed at her were not malicious and she ignored them.
"Yes." Jiang Yan pointed to the tree stump-shaped trash can in the corner, "The trash can here has a special shape and is easily overlooked. Well, the opening on the right is for recyclables."
Yu Hua: "I don't want to throw it away. This can be sold for money."
Everything was new and novel, and it didn't matter where she was or what she was doing.
Since she used the body identity of the original owner, she planned to help Cheng Qiuyun avoid the crippling accident.
I haven’t decided what to do next, so I’ll most likely leave Cheng’s house and take a walk around.
But everything you do requires one essential thing: money.
Being a human being is such a hassle. You have to eat and drink, and have a place to sleep. Your body can't stand the cold or the heat.
After she paid for the use of the original owner's body, the cause and effect were cleared and she could no longer ask for Cheng Qiuyun's money.
Calculating that Cheng Qiuyun's accident would only happen half a year later, she would have to make money to buy food after she left.
Juhua knew from the memory of the original owner that empty drink bottles could be sold for money, so she picked them up.