Linghu Lan was pleased by Mo Sheng'er's heavy feeling, as if she had lost her husband. She took the money and casually put it aside. Having seen large sums of money before, Linghu Lan didn't care about these small amounts. However, the feeling of letting Mo Sheng'er watch the flesh being cut off from her body was quite satisfying.
Mo Sheng'er growled, "Can you answer now? What is this past life you're talking about?"
Linghu Lan smiled and said calmly, "Our previous life was the one in which we both died once!"
Have they both died once?
Does this mean they've been reborn?
Mo Sheng'er savored the words, and once again her hair stood on end, a strange sense of satisfaction rippling through her heart.
"Was I the same person in my previous life as I am in this life?" This time, Mo Sheng'er consciously handed the money to Linghu Lan.
Linghu Lan smiled slightly, "Just follow the rules!"
She continued, "Exactly the same, nothing has changed."
Mo Sheng'er received another strange message: if everything is the same, then this is not her past life, but a rebirth!
So the question is, who was reborn?
Her eyes instantly fell on Linghu Lan, her gaze glued to her like glue.
Linghu Lan chuckled and let her look. A minute later, she flashed her watch and said to Mo Sheng'er, "Watching me also costs money. I've given you a minute as a gift. If you keep watching, you'll have to pay."
Mo Sheng'er snapped out of her daze and secretly warned herself that all of this was fake, made up by the woman in front of her to swindle money.
I'm only here to listen to stories; after all, it's quite interesting to hear someone make up a story about themselves.
She let out a long sigh and then asked, "How did I fare in my past life?"
“Excellent, almost at the top of the world, just one step away from being able to go to heaven and earth and do anything.”
Linghu Lan clearly remembered that in the story, Mo Sheng'er was only one step away from becoming an eighth-grade spirit immortal. She lacked the necessary skills and failed to advance, so she could only go back to heal her wounds and wait for death.
However, this cannot be blamed on her. After all, it is the end of the Dharma era, resources are limited, and there are only a handful of people in the world who can cultivate to the seventh rank of Spirit Saint.
Mo Sheng'er opened her mouth. Was she really that amazing in her previous life? Although she told herself it was fake, she couldn't help but feel proud and even longed for her life in her previous life.
What was I doing in my past life?
Mo Sheng'er asked naturally and handed over a bill.
Linghu Lan looked up but did not answer. "I refuse to answer this question."
"Why?" Mo Sheng'er asked in surprise.
Linghu Lan coldly uttered, "Because I'm unwilling to answer, let's move on to the next question."
Mo Sheng'er's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively wanted to slam her hand on the table and accuse Linghu Lan of being domineering, but after meeting Linghu Lan's murderous gaze, she obediently changed her hand from slamming the table to tapping.
Then, he secretly swallowed and moved on to the next question.
What were my aptitudes as determined in my past life?
"His dream-weaving ability is top-notch; it's the best I've ever seen!"
ah?
Mo Sheng'er was startled. She thought she had offended the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her, and that the woman would definitely say that her qualifications were terrible in order to hurt her. Unexpectedly, the woman said that her dream-making ability was the best.
This is truly an unexpected delight.
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