An Meng said happily: "You will be very rich by then, and I will be able to live a good life too."
Xie Yun smiled and said nothing, but leaned forward and gently touched her hair.
The two men got out of the car and entered the Xie family courtyard with their own ulterior motives.
An Meng knew what Xie Yun was thinking.
He told her everything out of respect and would not give up doing it just because he disagreed.
Simply put, Xie Yun's attitude is: tell but not obey.
An Meng had no doubt that after she had a good night's sleep tonight, Xie Yun would go find Yun Xi without telling her and put an end to this matter once and for all.
An Meng felt a little proud of this.
Because she felt that she was more skilled than Xie Yun, and she didn't even want to tell Xie Yun.
Before going to bed that night, the two of them walked up the escalator to the second floor, one in front of the other. In the corridor, Xie Yun raised an eyebrow at her: "Do you want to go back to the master bedroom?"
"No." An Meng smiled and noticed a hint of relaxation flashed across Xie Yun's face.
It seems that he really plans to take action tonight.
"Okay," Xie Yun smiled, curling the corners of his lips and saying, "Good night."
"Good night."
As soon as she entered the room, An Meng called Yun Xi out: "Let's move."
Yunxi still hesitated: "Are you sure...?"
"Oh," An Meng sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet, "It's confirmed, but, as for Xie Yun..."
"You're going to hide it from him?"
An Meng blinked and stopped talking.
After looking at Yunxi for a moment, she whispered, "If he knew, he would definitely not agree. He might even do something..."
Yun Xi sighed repeatedly: "Then I will go and seal his consciousness."
An Meng nodded and sat quietly by the bed waiting for Yunxi to come back.
After a while, Yun Xi's figure appeared before him again: "Are you really ready?"
An Meng: “…”
She rolled over onto the bed, lay straight, and folded her hands on her stomach, proving with practical actions that she was ready.
Seeing this, Yunxi knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade An Meng, he couldn't bring her back.
She pinched her brows and finally compromised: "The process of performing the body possession technique may be a little uncomfortable."
An Meng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the light from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling pierced her eyes.
She swallowed and closed her eyes: "I'm ready."
An Meng didn't know how Yun Xi implemented it specifically. She only felt a bright light in front of her eyes and her head was dizzy.
Then, she seemed to be dragged into a huge vortex, and the strong wind around her made her hair rustle.
An Meng didn't dare to open her eyes. Under the strong feeling of weightlessness, she could only suppress herself from screaming out in embarrassment.
I don’t know how long it took, but the feeling of weightlessness gradually faded and the surroundings became silent.
An Meng slowly opened her eyes, and the feeling of blood rushing stagnantly suddenly spread throughout her body. She gently moved her fingertips.
Not far in front of me was a translucent ice coffin.
The possession was successful!
An Meng suppressed the anxiety and excitement in her heart and twisted her body slightly.
After thinking for a moment, she tried to twist again in the extremely limited space, and this time the movement was louder.
After waiting for a few seconds, sure enough, a series of rapid noises came from outside the coffin.
Bihua almost rolled off the bed and rushed to the ice coffin, looking around with eager eyes.
An Meng rolled her eyes and looked at Bihua through the coffin.
Bihua stood there in a daze, motionless. For a moment, it seemed as if even her eyeballs were frozen in her sockets.
Why is there no movement?
An Meng blinked.
"..." As if being pricked by a needle, Bihua trembled very slightly and her lips began to quiver.
The next second, she stood up, raised her hand and swung it violently, and the entire top of the coffin slid out silently.
Qingze's face appeared in front of Bihua in its entirety.
She stared blankly, not knowing how to react for a moment.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, Bihua had repeatedly thought about how she would react when Qingze woke up.
But at this moment, all the planned reactions went off track, and she felt confused and her mind was blank.
An Meng mobilized all her strength, tried to raise her finger towards Bihua, and moved her lips, but unfortunately this body had not made a sound for too long, and she couldn't speak for a while.
As if she had been hit hard, Bihua finally came to her senses and bent down.
She burst into tears before she could speak, her joy mixed with panic: "Qing, Qingze, are you awake?"
"..." An Meng closed her eyes in response.
Bihua's tears fell coldly on An Meng-Qingze's face. While wiping her tears, she helped An Meng sit up from the coffin with her own hands.
"You're awake, you're awake," Bihua said incoherently. Suddenly, she remembered something and stopped crying. "Xianzun, are you feeling unwell?"
An Meng restrained her expression and shook her head mysteriously.
"That's good, I'm glad you're okay," Bihua said softly with a faint smile on her lips, "You slept for a long time, so long that I thought you wouldn't wake up..."
Before An Meng could speak, Bihua began to mutter to herself, "I never thought I'd be able to wait until this day. God is truly merciful."
An Meng nodded slightly, her mind racing as she dealt with her.
How to lock her in the God-Questioning Lock?
According to Yunxi, she wanted to take the opportunity to get close to Bihua and... seriously injure Bihua.
At that time, An Meng can silently recite the spell given to her by Yun Xi and successfully put Bihua into the God-Questioning Lock.
It all sounds easy, but when it comes to actually putting it into practice, An Meng feels a little overwhelmed.
"Oh right," Bihua asked suddenly, tears still wet, "Xianzun, you've been asleep all this time, and I've tried every method to wake you up, but I couldn't. Why did you suddenly wake up today?"
An Meng stared at Bihua with half-closed eyes, and not surprisingly found a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
Bihua was indeed suspicious, this was a test.
This should be Bihua's bedroom, with layers of gorgeous curtains, spotless white jade-colored floor tiles, and huge pearls everywhere.
And in this spacious hall, there were only two of them at this moment.
In the center of the huge and magnificent bedroom, the woman and the man half-leaning in the coffin faced each other, which made the atmosphere even more quiet and strange.
Under Bihua's scorching gaze, An Meng's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and cold sweat seeped out of her palms.
She suppressed her uneasiness and, following the description of Qingze in the original novel "Blue Shirt," imitated his tone and asked, "After I became possessed, what did you do to my inner demon?"
This was clearly a question without an answer, but Bihua suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
This is Qingze's usual speaking style. He has been in a high position for a long time and does not choose to answer directly when faced with questions.
Most of the time they would remain silent, or they would ask questions back.
Bihua felt a little relieved and lowered her head and said, "Immortal Venerable, I have tried many things, but none of them have much effect."
An Meng hummed.
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