Meng Wanwan had a dream, a bizarre and absurd dream.
In my dream, a stunningly beautiful but frail young man lay on the ground, his clothes and hair disheveled, his head covered in sweat. The scene seemed somewhat familiar.
At that moment, a golden ball of light shot out from his abdomen and then floated into the air.
Meng Wanwan was still wondering what was going on.
The barrel exploded?
She saw something she couldn't quite understand rising from the ground like a tornado and being swept into the ball of light.
The ball of light suddenly grew larger, then exploded in a dazzling golden light, which transformed into a shower of stars that fell to the earth.
As the starlight fell to the ground, wherever it touched the low grass, the vegetation quickly became lush and verdant.
Where the explosion occurred in the air, a soft golden halo formed.
Within the halo of light, a tiny infant, waving her arms and legs, was lifted by a golden book the same size as her body and slowly lowered to the ground.
Meng Wanwan was greatly shocked. Had this man given birth to a child? But wasn't the way he gave birth a little too unusual?
The next instant, Meng Wanwan felt a flash of consciousness, and in the darkness, she sensed that she had become that little baby.
She was really adept at changing perspectives in dreams.
She turned her head to look at the man lying on the ground, and thought to herself, almost unconsciously.
Should she call his name...?
"mom?"
pretty!
She actually screamed.
Then Meng Wanwan saw the handsome man stare with his beautiful eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The handsome man pointed at her with his slender finger and asked the two children beside him tremblingly, "What...what is this?"
One child remained silent, while the other spoke uncertainly.
"Master, it seems you've had a baby."
The handsome man spat out another mouthful of blood, and before fainting, he managed to utter three words with difficulty.
"What a tragedy..."
Meng Wanwan: "..."
This dream felt so real. Even when a handsome man coughed up blood, he looked beautiful.
Her consciousness seemed to have left the baby's body again. She saw the book that was holding the baby transform into a white fox the moment it hit the ground. Its long tail curled into a cradle, catching the baby steadily as it landed on the grass.
The child and the fox closed their eyes peacefully and fell asleep.
Meng Wanwan's consciousness slowly faded away.
Before it dissipated, I felt quite happy.
"Hey, this dream is so much fun!"
Tick-tock—
The crisp, melodious sound of the water droplets reawakened Meng Wanwan's gradually fading consciousness.
Meng Wanwan wasn't sure if she had opened her eyes, but she did see a small white fox quietly watching her from within a halo of light in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. When she looked over, the snow-white fox lightly jumped, landing on its front paws.
A wave of azure water rippled out from beneath its feet and drifted toward her.
A childish voice came from all directions.
"The Buddha's heart is in the cycle of reincarnation, the universe is in a cycle. By making a covenant, I grant you eternal life."
"Back to your positions!"
With a delicate voice shouting, the white fox instantly transformed into a golden light and shot into Meng Wanwan's brow.
Meng Wanwan frantically patted her head, and apart from feeling a little discomfort in her eyes, there was nothing seriously wrong.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle female voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth. Her tone seemed to contain a hint of helplessness, as well as a touch of doting.
"It's time to wake up."
"Who?" Meng Wanwan asked instinctively.
But the woman's voice disappeared again.
Then she felt a gentle breeze envelop her, and then she felt her consciousness truly return.
When Meng Wanwan opened her eyes, she saw a large, fluffy tail on her face and a dense thicket of trees.
"Hey, senior brother, she's awake."
A surprised voice came from beside her ear.
Meng Wanwan turned her head and saw a young face through the white fur.
Meng Wanwan remembers this face.
It's that little brat who said his master had a baby.
The little boy brought his whole face close to Meng Wanwan, staring at her with his big eyes, scrutinizing her as if digging into her flesh.
He muttered, "Huh? Senior brother, the baby that Master gave birth to doesn't seem to be any different from the baby that an ordinary person gives birth to."
"Chu You, don't talk nonsense."
A clear, cool boy's voice came from above. Meng Wanwan thought it was probably the voice of the silent boy from before.
The little boy named Chu You continued to approach Meng Wanwan: "Senior brother, she seems to be a woman..."
Snap!
A small hand slapped him across the face.
Chu You was stunned.
The little child stared at him with wide, round eyes and pointed at him with his tiny finger.
"Move aside, where are you looking!"
But what Chu You heard was: "Waaaaah, waaaah!"
After the baby spoke, both of them fell silent.
Chu You's gaze gradually became outrageous.
Meng Wanwan was shocked when she saw her little hands turn red.
Isn't this a dream?
Why does it hurt so much?
What's going on?
Reincarnation? A second chance at life?
So what she saw before wasn't a dream?
Recalling the events that had just occurred, Meng Wanwan suddenly felt a deep sadness about Dan Sheng.
Turning him into a baby is one thing.
But it's still male-born eggs.
All demons are born from demon mothers.
Is it that Meng Wanwan is not good enough for her?
"What's wrong?" Yun Zhao walked over and asked, looking at the two silent people.
Chu You was only seven years old, and he was a little aggrieved after being hit. He pouted and said, "Senior brother, the little kid hit my face."
As she spoke, she pointed to her own face.
Yun Zhao sighed deeply: "Go and see your master. I'll keep an eye on her."
No matter what, this child is still the master's... let's just say he was born.
Others who achieve the Golden Core stage form a Purple Mansion Nascent Soul, but his master only formed an infant.
If word gets out, everyone will say it's outrageous.
But is this something that can be said to others?
"Bring her over here."
A gentle voice came from behind them, and only then did the two brothers realize that their master had woken up.
Yun Zhao quickly picked up the person along with the fox cradle and carried them toward the handsome man leaning against the rock.
Completely bewildered, Meng Wanwan now had time to wonder what kind of fantasy world this was.
Could it be that she was reborn into a matriarchal world?
The next moment, her question was answered.
"Ding! Heavenly Book Encyclopedia answers your question. Meng Xiuyi, male, 57 years old, rogue cultivator from the Nine Realms Continent, Golden Core stage, Water Spiritual Root, Aptitude: Superior."
A childish voice suddenly rang in Meng Wanwan's mind, startling her so much that she trembled all over.
Yun Zhao, who had just picked her up, was so startled that he almost threw her out.
Meng Xiuyi quickly shouted, "Be careful!"
Meng Wanwan quickly asked, "Who are you? What's going on?"
However, no sound came to her mind again.
Meng Xiuyi looked at the baby girl who kept crying, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions.
This is certainly not a matriarchal world, and she was not born of him.
But he knew clearly that the child had indeed been separated from his body.
However, Meng Xiuyi still hasn't figured out exactly what happened.
Yun Zhao placed the little fox and the little girl in Meng Xiuyi's hands. The little fox seemed to be asleep, but the little girl had big, bright eyes. The two, one big and one small, began to look at each other.
Meng Xiuyi's appearance was truly exceptional, but what truly caught people's attention was his refined and elegant demeanor.
Every move he made exuded a certain charm.
At that moment, Meng Wanwan recalled the words that had just flashed through her mind.
It seems this is a fantasy world.
The person in front of them, Meng Xiuyi, was a rogue cultivator with excellent aptitude.
"Top-grade aptitude, yet he's a rogue cultivator?" Meng Wanwan wondered.
"He is indeed a rare genius, but unfortunately, he has a congenital illness. Nowadays, there are countless geniuses in sects and aristocratic families, so why would they want someone with a congenital illness?"
The childish voice came again.
Meng Wanwan became interested. In order to maintain contact, she didn't ask who it was, but continued to question reality: "A congenital disease? What kind of disease? Heart disease?"
She seemed to smell the scent of a revenge novel; could she have transmigrated into a book?
The childish voice paused for a moment, then spoke.
"Autism."
oh……
That is to say.
Nearsightedness.
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