After saying nothing, Jiu Ci touched his chin and shook his head, saying: "My mouth is not good, I have thin lips and thin lips, and I look like a white-eyed wolf at first glance.
Her eyes are not good either, she is too charming and she is clearly a playboy. If she gets married, she will definitely cheat on her in the future.
Also, this nose is not strong enough and too ugly.
Look at this acrimonious appearance again, it’s really Wangfu, Ge’er, ask yourself, brother, do I treat you well on weekdays?
Are you going to murder your brother?"
Jiu Ci opened his mouth and kept chattering, while Qing Ge's forehead was faintly beating with veins, and he was about to burst out with anger! "Get out!"
Qing Ge had a dark face and a cold voice! "Oh."
Before Qing Ge became furious, Jiu Ci fled and fled.
After Jing Jiuci made such a fuss, Qing Ge had no intention of practicing. He sat on the stone chair and turned to look at No. 2.
"May I have your name?"
Qing Ge asked.
"Dream."
Number 2 pondered for a long time and only said this one word.
"Dream?"
Qingge raised her eyebrows, her heart began to stir, and she immediately laughed: "That's a pretty good name. Do you have any family?"
No. 2's complexion suddenly changed, his eyes were hollow and widened, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of them.
The pale skin, thin face, and scarlet tears make people feel horrified when seen at night.
At this moment, looking at No. 2's face wiped with blood and tears, Qing Ge did not feel fear, but instead felt sad.
Number 2's neck was like a tree machine, twisting and making a creaking sound.
She lowered her head and looked at Qing Ge who was sitting on the stone chair. Blood and tears gathered on her chin and condensed into beads, falling drop by drop.
After a long time, No. 2 opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth, and smiled sadly at Qing Ge: "All... died."
Qing Ge's spine was chilled, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body.
Have all your relatives died at the hands of the enemy?
Therefore, I don’t yearn for freedom, I don’t love rights, I just want revenge.
"Do you know who your enemy is?"
Qing Ge asked.
Number 2 shook his head: "I forgot about him, but if I see him, I will definitely know."
"Do you still know why your body, blood and meridians depend on wood for a living?"
Qingge asks again.
Number 2 blinked his eyes, his eyelashes still hung with blood beads, his eyes full of innocence, trying hard to think about what Qing Ge asked.
Qing Ge and Gu Long were both confused as to whether No. 2 was a human being or a handicraft in the hands of a craftsman. If it was just a handicraft, why would it have a family?
If it were a human being, how could the body's muscles and veins be resurrected?
"I'm sick."
Number 2 whispered, his tone steady, as if he was telling someone else's story: "An incurable disease."
"So, you changed your body in order to survive?"
Qingge frowned, all this sounded really incredible, far beyond her knowledge.
This is a magical and mysterious world where many myth-like things happen. Qing Ge is accepting it bit by bit.
Number 2 looked directly at Qing Ge and felt a terrible headache. Suddenly he squatted down with his head in his hands and made a shrill and shrill sound.
There were some things she couldn't remember.
Seeing this, Qingge didn't ask any more questions. She knelt down and caressed No. 2: "I will help you in the future."
The night wind was quiet and cool, and the empress' voice was as gentle as water. No. 2 raised his face, his eyes looking through the messy hair at Qing Ge, who had a kind face.
Qingge's smile has a special magic power, which can gradually calm down No. 2's intense emotions. No. 2 stared blankly, with tears of blood flowing out.
Qing Ge twisted her sleeves and gently wiped away the blood and tears for No. 2.
After calming down No. 2's emotions, Qingge asked the maid Yinlan to bathe and change No. 2's clothes.
Qing Ge sat in the courtyard, thought for a while, and then took out the Dream Clan magic spell given to her by Shenyue King.
For an orthodox practitioner to be exposed to magic, he must be at the lowest level of the Origin Realm.
After reaching the original realm, the cultivator's spiritual master's energy can be combined with magic spells to unleash extremely powerful combat power.
Although Qingge has not yet broken through to the original realm, he can watch the magic ceremony.
This magical book was written by the leader of the Dream Clan, kept by King Shenyue, and finally passed into the hands of Qingge.
Qingge leaned on the vine and looked through the book - Dreams, Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, Nine Mirrors of Life and Death, I don't know who is deep in the clouds and mist.
Enlightenment of dreams and mistaken intentions, the road lies beside the river of reality and emptiness.
He kills people in his dreams, and invisibly kills people in his dreams to save people and benefit the people.
...Qing Ge was really excited to watch it. This technique was really interesting.
Since ancient times, magic has been a double-edged sword, used in the hands of heroes to bring blessings to the world.
However, if it is used by villains, the disaster will be endless! But Qingge doesn't understand, what does it mean to save people in dreams, as written in this book?
It is too early for Qingge to be exposed to magic, and the Dream magic has long been banned. Even if Qingge needs to learn magic one day, it will definitely not be a Dream magic.
The sound of slight footsteps appeared, Qingge's ears moved slightly, and her spiritual power was detected, knowing that No. 2 was coming, but she had no intention of raising her head.
Qing Ge was still reading, frowning, and murmuring: "You can kill people when you're in a dream, how can you save people when you're in a dream?"
"Meng, meet my king!"
No. 2 knelt down and prostrated in salute.
Qingge closed the book and looked at No. 2, her eyes flashing with surprise.
No. 2 has a unique and poignant beauty.
At a glance, it looks like the empress jumped off the city wall after losing her country and her family.
The sad temperament revealed in her body and the stubbornness in her eyes made people wonder what kind of terrible torture she had gone through.
Qing Ge helped him up, and for a moment, No. 2 saw the book in Qing Ge's pocket.
Number 2 was silent, only staring at the book of Dream Clan spells. Qingge shook the book in his hand and asked, "Want to read it?"
Number Two nodded.
Qing Ge gave the book to No. 2. No. 2 took the book and turned the pages carefully as if he were protecting a treasure. When he saw the content in the book, he couldn't help crying, but he was afraid that the tears would blur the writing, so he quickly wiped it off with his hands and returned the book.
Sing softly.
Qingge keenly noticed something was wrong.
Her name is... Meng... "Have you ever seen this book?"
Qingge found the key point and asked.
No. 2 shook his head, his eyes filled with tears, and he raised his face to look at Qingge: "I haven't seen it, but seeing it makes me feel very uncomfortable and sad."
Number 2 must have lost something.
"Is her memory defective?"
Gu Long asked.
Qingge shook her head and said from her soul: "Her body was broken and reorganized, and many important memories may have been lost in the process.
Now she is a brand new person, but mixed with the hatred of the past, and some completely mottled memories."
After Yinlan took No. 2 away, Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the book in her hand, and smiled: "Interesting... This trip to Four Stars is not in vain."
"What do you know?"
Gu Long asked.
"Maybe."
Qingge shrugged, put away the book, and walked towards the house, stretching: "A fake is always a fake, even if it is a high imitation, it cannot change the fact that it is a fake."