At the edge of the dream structure, the black curtain twists and sways, and the wind howls, interspersed with the strange noise of the night owl.
Ms. Ma Mingcai didn't realize it. She touched the bright face on the mirror, almost putting her own face on it and replacing it. But behind her, a vague shadow appeared at some point, leaned down and whispered in her ear.
:
"The test results are correct, she is your direct bloodline.
"She probably survived in the wilderness and wandered for a long time. Her current physical condition is very average, but she will be much better after a period of recuperation. We will see again then.
"Her foundation is not bad. We have conducted trial breeding and the cultured plasma extracted from her body is very suitable for your physique.
"Parenobiosis technology has a history of hundreds of years. The positive interference of young blood on old blood has been proven, and we can do further analysis and application. As you know, this is what the old Mr. Ayers has always
Technologies in use.
"She is still young, and all she can do now is to provide blood regularly and irregularly. But in about fifteen years, when her physical condition is at its peak and stable at the age of twenty-three or four, blood transfusion can begin...
We will formulate a plan that is more realistic based on your situation at that time; and you can also use these fifteen years to experience the excellent effects of parabiosis technology."
With the whisper of the blurred shadow, the carefree adult woman on the mirror gradually became greener and childish, until she became an immature girl of about seven or eight years old who had not yet grown up. She looked up and looked out of the mirror.
In his clear pupils were clearly identifiable doubts and fears, as well as expectations that he wanted to hide but couldn't.
Ms. Ma Mingcai began to use her cheeks to give gifts to the girls on the mirror:
"Xiaoyi, grandma loves you, and the future depends on you!"
But the next second, cracks appeared on the mirror, and the edges of the shattered fragments even scratched Ma Mingcai's face.
She screamed and threw the mirror down, breaking it into pieces.
At this time, the broken mirror showed the image of the grown-up "Xiao Yi" from earlier.
Every fragment has a sneer on the lips, a cold indifference, a willful and unrestrained attitude, or a leisurely and contented face, but no matter which face it is, there is no such fragility, doubt, fear... and expectation as when Ma Mingcai touched it.
Hope.
Ma Mingcai held her injured face and wandered around in the blurry and narrow dream space; in a moment she scratched the face of the blurry shadow behind her and beat everything she could touch:
"Fifteen years, fifteen years of bullshit!
“Her wings are strong and she can fly!
"My blood, that's my blood!
"Bullshit old Els, bastard Pavlo, I've helped you so much, and yet you do this to me!
"I know that just as you did to Cabin Lopez, you want to do to me... no way!
The black curtain at the edge of the dream is even more distorted, and the howling of the night owl in the wind sounds more like people's ridicule.
Ma Mingcai collapsed on the ground, his blurry shadow just scratched by her, but he kept his original tone and continued to speak:
"Old Mr. Els has always valued his friends. This is a new plan. A unique and reliable 'sea blue flower' planting technology.
"You have also seen that these are transplant experiments designated by you, including your son."
"As you wish, Mr. Ma Mingjing agreed to transplant 'Haiqinghua', and you can see examples of people of the same age and blood.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Ma Minglu has no interest in 'Haiqinghua' for the time being. Do you still want to continue public relations?
"You will not regret this choice. After the transplant is successful, there is a high probability that you can directly collect the living tissue of Miss Tang Yi, as long as you are in close contact. We can also use the corresponding genetic technology to continue to provide you with plasma
Products. Of course, we can also go further..."
The black curtain rolled around, strong winds passed by, and the owl's cry turned into a more hoarse and hoarse roar.
Ma Mingcai stared blankly at the faces belonging to Tang Yi on the mirror fragments. Suddenly he laughed softly, lying on the ground, picking up the fragments and faces, and piled them under him:
"Come back, come back quickly, grandma loves you!"
But at this time, green fluorescent light emerged from under her belly. At first it was just one or two dots, but then it grew more and more and couldn't be covered even if I tried. It flew up and down around her, and made a weak and annoying sound.
The sound of gnats.
The voices in these "fireflies" gradually converged, mixed with the hoarse roars at the edge of the dream, as if they were calling her name; they seemed to be moaning and calling for help; but more often they were curses and curses.
Ma Mingcai naturally hated the fireflies. With this sound, she waved her hands hard, trying to knock down the flying fireflies. As a result, they hit a hard object all at once, causing her to cry out in pain, accompanied by the sound of something falling.
, people also woke up suddenly.
"Mrs?"
Ms. Xiang, who was outside, rushed in and immediately saw the green light coming from the back of Ma Mingcai's neck, which could almost illuminate the blood vessels.
“Turn on the lights, turn on the lights!”
Ma Mingcai shouted, without Ms. Xiang's operation, the smart housekeeper here followed the instructions and turned on the ceiling light, which illuminated Ma Mingcai's twisted face and the book that fell on the ground.
Just now, Ma Mingcai swept this book off the bedside in his sleep.
That is the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma.
Ronan raised his eyebrows again and shifted his gaze to Zhang Yingying's face.
The latter blinked: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
"As expected, there were wrong names and no wrong nicknames."
"ha?"
Ronan did not explain anymore, after all, Tang Yi's privacy was involved.
When Mr. Bai mentioned before that Ma Mingcai's ex-husband might be named "Tang", Ronan had already made a guess, and now it is confirmed.
He also suddenly realized at this time: Tang Yi's nickname in the Occult Research Society was "Blood Peony".
"Peony" is her code name, but the word "blood" comes out of nowhere. In the past, Ronan only thought it was because she acted tough in the club, but now it seems that this is really "blood" - the "blood bag"
Blood".
Therefore, there must be a reason for the ties of kinship and support to come out of nowhere.
It is true that they are related to each other, and it is indeed regarded as a foster care - Ma Mingcai raised a "blood bag", isn't that a "keep"? It's just that this old lady used her long-lost granddaughter as a "blood bag", so she is so despised.
Over the years, I have been confident and confident without any guilt.
Mr. Bai said that she lived with "individuality", and it was indeed "individuality" at its best.
Zhang Yingying was still waiting to ask again, but then news came from Liu Er, which was the result of Lingbo network monitoring that had been applied for simultaneously. She said "ouch": "What did you do? The old lady over there seems to be scared.
I woke up and was clamoring to leave!"
Mr. Bai also synchronized the news and looked over curiously.
"Well, maybe it's because I, a wild duck, am not very good at catching fish, so the commotion has become big."
Ronan laughed at himself, but he was also worried about how to send the news he got in the dream to Zhang Yingying and Mr. Bai at the same time.
To synchronize, we must mention Tang Yi...but Tang Yi is not just Tang Yi.
The "Lotus Sutra" that fell to the ground reminded Ronan: