Qingge didn't say anything, Jiuci touched his chin and shook his head, saying, "This mouth is not good, his lips are weak, and he looks like a white-eyed wolf. His eyes are not good, it's too charming, it's obviously a water-like poplar flower. If he marrys him,

I will definitely get out of the wall in the future

.And this nose is not firm enough and ugly. Look at this sarcastic appearance, it really makes a good husband. Greetings, I ask myself, do you treat you well on weekdays? Do you want to murder me?"

Jiuci opened his mouth and chatted endlessly. Qingge's forehead was beating with blue veins, and his anger was about to emerge!

"Get out!" Qingge's face was dark and his voice was cold and cold!

"oh."

Before Qingge was furious, Jiuci ran away in panic and fled out.

After Jing Jiuci made such a fuss, Qingge was unintentionally practicing, sat on the stone chair, turned his head and looked at No. 2.

"What's your name?" Qingge asked.

"Dream." No. 2 pondered for a long time and only said one word.

"Dream?" Qingge raised his eyebrows, his heart gradually became turbulent, and he immediately laughed: "What a good name, do you still have family?"

Number Two's face changed suddenly, her eyes were empty, her eyes were so wide that two lines of blood and tears flowed out of it.

The pale skin, thin face, and scarlet tears are seen at night, which makes people feel terrifying.

At this moment, looking at No. 2's face wiping blood and tears, Qingge did not feel afraid, but felt sad.

No. 2's neck was like a tree machinery, twisting and making a creaking sound.

She lowered her head and looked at Qingge sitting on the stone chair. Her blood and tears rolled on her chin and condensed into beads, falling drop by drop.

After a long time, No. 2 cracked his mouth and showed his white teeth, and smiled sadly at Qingge: "All... die."

Qingge's spine became cold and she had goose bumps all over her body in an instant.

Are all the relatives dead at the hands of their enemies? Therefore, they do not yearn for freedom, do not love power, and only want to take revenge.

"Do you know who your enemy is?" Qingge asked.

Number Two shook her head: "I forgot him, but if I saw him, I would definitely know."

"Do you still know why your body, blood vessels and meridians make a living by wood?" Qingge asked again.

Number Two blinked, her eyelashes still had blood beads hanging on, her eyes full of innocence, and she tried hard to think about what Qingge asked.

Qingge and Gu Long were both puzzled. Is No. 2 a human or a craft in the hands of a craftsman? If it were just a handicraft, why would there be family members? If it were a human, how could the body's tendons and veins be resurrected?

"I'm sick." No. 2 whispered, his tone calm, as if he was telling someone else's story: "A disease that cannot be cured."

"So, you changed your body to survive?" Qingge frowned. All this sounded really incredible, far beyond her perception.

This is a magical and mysterious world, and there will be too many things similar to myths, and Qingge is accepting it bit by bit.

No. 2 looked straight at Qingge, and had a great headache. Suddenly, he squatted down with his hands in his head, making a shrill and sharp sound.

There were some things that she couldn't remember.

Seeing this, Qingge didn't ask again, squatted down and caressed No. 2: "I will help you in the future."

The wind at night was quiet and cool, and the Queen's voice was as gentle as water. Number Two raised her face, her eyes looked at Qingge with a kind-faced look through the messy hair.

Qingge's smile has a special magic, which can gradually calm down No. 2's intense emotions. No. 2 stared at it in a daze, and blood and tears kept flowing out.

Qingge twisted his sleeves and gently wiped away the blood and tears of No. 2.

After calming down No. 2's mood, Qingge ordered his maid Yinlan to go and change clothes for No. 2's bathing and changing clothes.

Qingge sat in the yard, thought for a while, and took out the magical magic technique given to her by the Divine Moon King.

A orthodox practitioner who wants to come into contact with magic must be at the lowest level of origin.

After reaching the Original Realm, the spiritual master's aura of the cultivator can be combined with magic and can burst out with extremely powerful combat power.

Although Qingge has not broken through to the original realm, you can watch the magic ceremony.

This magic ceremony was written by the leader of the Meng clan, kept by the Shenyue King, and finally turned to Qingge's hands.

Qingge leaned against the vine and looked through the book—

Dreams, mirror flowers, water and moon, life and death of nine mirrors, I don’t know who is deep in the clouds and fog.

Understanding the dream will make your mind misleading, and the great way is by the river of virtual and real.

Kill people with dreams, kill them invisibly

Suffer people and benefit the people in the dream.

...

Qingge was very excited to watch, this technique was really interesting.

Since ancient times, magic has been a double-edged sword, used in the hands of heroes and heroes to benefit the world. However, if it is used by villains and rats, there will be endless disasters!

Qingge doesn’t understand. What does it mean to write in this book to dream of saving people?

Qingge is too early to come into contact with magic, and the Dream Clan magic has long been banned. Even if one day Qingge needs to learn magic, it is definitely not the Dream Clan magic.

A slight footstep sound appeared, Qingge's ears moved slightly, and his mental power was exploring, and he knew that No. 2 was coming, but he had no intention of raising his head.

Qingge was still reading a book, frowned, and murmured: "You can kill people when you fall into a dream, but how can you save people when you fall into a dream?"

"Dream, pay homage to my king!" Number 2 knelt on his knees and bowed.

Qingge closed the book and looked at No. 2, with a stunning look in his eyes.

No. 2 has a unique and bleak beauty.

At first glance, it was like the empress who jumped off the city wall with a broken country and a family.

The sad temperament revealed from her and the stubbornness in her eyes made people wonder what kind of terrible tossing she had experienced.

Qingge helped him up, and in an instant, No. 2 saw the book in Qingge's master.

No. 2 was silent and stared at the Dream Clan's Book of Magic. Qingge shook the book in his hand and asked, "Do you want to read it?"

No. 2 nodded.

Qingge gave the book to No. 2. No. 2 took it and turned the page carefully like protecting a treasure. Seeing the content in the book, she couldn't help but burst into tears, but was afraid that the tears would blur the handwriting, so she quickly wiped it with her hands and returned the book.

Give it to Qingge.

Qingge keenly noticed something was wrong.

Her name is...Dream...

"Have you seen this book before?" Qingge found the key point and asked.

No. 2 shook his head, his eyes filled with tears, and he raised his face and looked at Qingge: "I haven't seen it before, but I feel uncomfortable and sad when I see it."

No. 2 must have lost something.

"Is her memory flawed?" Gu Long asked. Qingge shook his head and his soul transmitted a voice: "Her body was broken and reorganized, and many important memories may have been lost in this process. Now she is a brand new one.

but also mixed with the hatred of the past, and some are completely mottled

memory.”

After Yinlan took No. 2 away, Qingge lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hand, curled his lips and smiled: "It's interesting... This trip of four stars has not come in vain."

"What do you know?" Gu Long asked. "Maybe." Qingge shrugged, put away the book, stretched his waist and walked into the house: "Fakes are ultimately fakes. Even if they are imitations, they cannot change the fact of fakes.
Chapter completed!