"Bihua!" Yun Xi seemed annoyed by her words and shouted, "You've changed. This path of cultivating immortality has worn you down. Even though you're a celestial being, how can you do this to a child? Not to mention, she's your child too. In a sense, she's your daughter!"
Suddenly, a white light exploded in front of An Meng, who had been listening quietly, and an inexplicable panic overwhelmed her.
What?
"She is not my daughter." Immortal Bihua stared at Yunxi coldly and said finally.
Yunxi looked at her in disbelief, not understanding why her friend was so paranoid: "You——"
At this time, An Meng's legs were numb from standing. She tried to move her legs to relieve the numbness, but accidentally kicked a small stone on the ground.
It must be said that this faint sound was particularly obvious in this ghost place. In a flash, Bihua and Yunxi looked towards An Meng's hiding place together.
"who!"
"who!"
The sudden and violent shouts frightened An Meng so much that she trembled all over. She sat down on the ground and burst into tears uncontrollably.
No! This isn't right, An Meng thought subconsciously while immersed in her dream, why would I cry like a child just because I was frightened?
unless……
The shrill cry of a child pierced the air. Bihua and Yunxi's eyes met, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh my, let me see, you woke up and didn't say a word, you must be scared," Yun Xi hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the little girl whose face was already covered with snot and tears, and coaxed her, "My dear, poor little thing, don't cry, I was wrong, Bihua and I were both wrong, we shouldn't have yelled at you."
Bihua stood aside with her hands behind her back, not moving forward. She watched coldly as Yunxi hugged the little girl and coaxed her, with mixed emotions in her eyes.
"Say something," Yunxi held An Meng in his arms and looked at Bihua with a scolding look, "You scared the child to tears, why don't you have any expression at all?"
Through the hazy tears, An Meng saw Bihua's expression as she looked at her. There was a hint of disgust in the coldness, an expression that was hard to describe.
An Meng was sobbing in Yunxi's arms when she heard Bihua's voice: "Yunxi, you..."
What does Bihua want to say?
An Meng quickly pricked up her ears, but Bihua's voice, along with her entire body, became blurred, turning into colorful colors, dissipating in the dream, and blending into the bottomless darkness.
In the pitch-black room, An Meng suddenly opened her eyes, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
A few rays of moonlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains. An Meng stared at them in a daze, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality for a moment.
Everything that happened in the dream was so real, as if she had experienced it herself.
Who was Bihua? Who was Yunxi? And who was she?
What exactly did Yunxi and Bihua mean by this? Whose spirit does Bihua want to reshape?
Bihua, Bihua, Bihua, Bihua Immortal Venerable, An Mengzuo chewed on the name silently in the darkness.
Bihua!
Her eyes suddenly widened, Bihua!
The heroine in Qian Duo’s novel "Qingshan", the Immortal Bihua!
As if seeing a bright light in the fog, An Meng sat up in confusion and wanted to open her phone to read the novel "Qingshan" to get some clues.
"Ah!" A dark figure was sitting faintly beside the bed not far away. An Meng's scalp suddenly tingled and she picked up the pillow and wanted to throw it at him: "Who!"
"I."
Recognizing Xie Yun's voice, An Meng's nerves, which had been tense to the extreme, suddenly relaxed. She asked in shock, "Why didn't you make a sound?"
The shadow in the darkness moved, and Xie Yun said calmly: "I want to see when you can find me yourself."
An Meng: “…”
[I'll be scared to death if I do this, you know?]
"Are you crying?" Xie Yun asked.
An Meng subconsciously denied: "No."
"In a dream."
Recalling the scene in the dream, An Meng rubbed her eyes and avoided answering: "How long have you been in here?"
"Not long."
"No," An Meng realized, "This is the guest room. Are you in the wrong place?"
"No."
"..." An Meng was unsure of what Xie Yun meant, and lay back on the bed. "It's getting late, go back to sleep."
"What did you dream about?" Xie Yun continued to ask without moving.
An Meng stared at a small patch of air in the darkness without blinking and said, "Nothing."
[It's a mess, I can't make sense of it myself.]
[I am the medicine for the Immortal Bihua...? Why did I come to this world?]
[Am I really here to change the fate of Xie Yun and others? ]
[It's ridiculous. Now I don't even know who I am.]
Xie Yun sat calmly, not moving an inch, but his fists were clenched silently at his sides, and slightly protruding blue veins appeared on the back of his hands in the darkness.
For some reason, he suddenly hated himself a little.
If you don't understand anything, you can't do anything.
At first, An Meng's arrival did give him an idea: with her help, he might be able to reverse everything that would happen in the future.
All he had to do was try his best to keep her. An Meng liked money, so he gave it to her. She liked beauty, so it didn't matter if he used a little trick.
So when did this idea begin to change?
Did it start when she firmly said, "It's not you, I think you are a normal person"?
Or was it when she was shy and inquiring about Ji Xue, and when she clearly didn't care about herself but still showed a jealous look?
Or did she firmly choose him between Huo Minxuan and him? Although that was only because she had to complete the mission?
Or even earlier?
She got drunk in the bar, but she still remembered and kept saying: I'm going to save Xie Yun and Zhou Yucheng?
Xie Yun spread out his palms in the darkness, stared at them deeply, and let out a deep self-deprecating smile.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what he was feeling towards An Meng.
He was clearly her target.
That's it.
The most ridiculous people are those who can't control their own hearts.
"Why haven't you left yet?" An Meng's head started to hurt, but she still couldn't figure out anything. However, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the shadow beside the bed had not left yet.
"An Meng." Xie Yun called her.
“……?”
"Who do you think I am?"
An Meng was quite speechless and whispered, "You are Xie Yun."
Xie Yun persisted, "Who is Xie Yun in your eyes?"
He rarely pestered her so persistently. An Meng felt a nerve in her brain throbbing. She said perfunctorily, "Xie Yun is Xie Yun."
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