Where is this?
Hua Rong asked instinctively, feeling the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth around her, which made her sigh with comfort.
She stopped worrying about why she was able to speak.
He quickly sat down, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his body's strength.
The young monk Zhenwu saw this scene but remained silent.
He stood atop the mountain where the "Zhuanlun Temple" was located and looked down, his gaze filled with a sense of vicissitude.
"They're back again."
He couldn't remember the last time he dared to come here.
It's been a long time, the first time I've been here since the war that destroyed the world.
Because he found hope.
He turned his head and looked at Hua Rong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his cultivation level rising rapidly.
"Since you have this hope, why don't I help you this once?"
He moved closer to Hua Rong, sat behind her, and placed one hand on her back.
So warm...
Hua Rong couldn't help but sigh softly; she was very familiar with that kind of comfort that made her toes curl up.
This is the feeling of steady and rapid improvement in cultivation.
When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she did was turn to look at the pale-faced little monk, Zhenwu.
"Why?"
Why would it consume her cultivation to heal the hidden injuries caused by forcibly increasing her cultivation, and even help her reach the Nascent Soul stage?
Now, she can be considered the strongest person on the entire continent.
Of course, the public ones.
For example, the young monk Zhenwu in front of us, and those people hidden on this continent.
"You have lost your memory."
As always, the little monk Zhenwu spoke calmly.
What's amazing is that while he was saying such cold words, his eyes were incredibly gentle.
For a moment, Hua Rong couldn't tell who he was looking at.
The original owner?
"Yes."
Would you be willing to let me help you regain your memories?
Hua Rong tentatively summoned Fang Jie... and received a response.
"Of course... I'm willing."
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When Hua Rong got out of bed again, she was quite calm.
Lying in bed, looking at the top of the bed curtains, I reached down and touched the area below my waist... and found nothing.
I'm so angry.
Hua Rong was somewhat disappointed.
"Miss, you're awake. That's good. Master is waiting for you to have dinner together."
She turned her head and saw a beautiful woman in flowing purple robes, smiling sweetly.
"Um?"
Hua Rong frowned slightly, then stood up: "Let's change."
"Yes!" The woman in purple smiled gently, her face appearing quite innocent.
"Qing'er has prepared a lily-patterned glass dress for Miss. Miss will surely amaze those young men today if she wears it."
Hua Rong's eyebrows twitched.
Amazed you, young master?
Could it be a grand blind date?
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, seeing the face that was exactly the same as the original owner's, she had a feeling that she knew it all along.
However, shouldn't the original owner be a person from a high-tech era?
Why have we ended up in an ancient world?
Moreover, this maid who called herself Qing'er actually looked exactly like Hua Qing!
That's really interesting.
Fortunately, his previous cultivation level and spatial realm were still intact.
Since there was no danger to her life, she decided to see where the little monk Zhenwu had brought her.
While combing Hua Rong's hair, Qing'er bit her lip and looked at Hua Rong in the mirror with doubt and hesitation.
Hua Rong said calmly, "Say what you want to say."
Qing'er paused, then gently pulled Hua Rong's hair, causing Hua Rong to frown.
"Miss, why don't you ask about Young Master Cheng?"
Hua Rong raised an eyebrow. Based on past experience, the original owner and the young master Cheng mentioned by Qing'er should have a close relationship.
Upon further thought... could it be that scheming, flirtatious senior brother?
Hua Rong quickly bit her lip, making a face that looked like she wanted to hear it but dared not.
Seeing Qing'er's relieved expression, she knew she had made the right bet.
There really is something going on between them!
"Miss, don't worry. Even if Master doesn't allow you to be with Young Master Cheng, Qing'er will still help you."
The maid who helped the young lady and her lover get together was indeed loyal.
It would be better if that jealousy and resentment were hidden deeper!
“Me and him…” Hua Rong put on a sorrowful expression.
Qing'er gritted her teeth, a shadow flashing across her eyes, and spoke again, her voice gentle and tender.
"Don't worry, Miss. As long as you and Young Master Cheng are truly in love, there will definitely be no problem with the Master."
As he spoke, he took out a packet of medicine powder from his sleeve.
"This is pollen from the wishing flower. If the master takes it, he will grant the young lady one request."
Hua Rong took the pollen, examined it carefully, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
His tone was filled with excitement: "Qing'er, you're so good!"
When Qing'er heard that Hua Rong didn't ask her about the source of the wishing pollen, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then he couldn't help but feel smug; this idiot was still so stupid.
Hua Rong met the original owner's father, a very handsome middle-aged man whose face showed the marks of time but who was still very dashing.
He looked at her with affection and tenderness: "Rongrong, don't blame your father. I'm about to leave the True Spirit Continent and I need to find someone who can protect you. Chengcheng isn't suitable."
Hua Rong felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart, and tears streamed down her face.
These are the original owner's emotions, but not because of Chengcheng.
It's probably because of the father in front of her who truly loves his daughter.
Hua Rong had already guessed his identity—Lin Dong.
If she didn't come, then did the original owner listen to the malicious words of that lowly servant Qing'er and give Lin Dong the poisoned pollen?
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