Master Dong always teaches me not to speak very unhappily. Since I was with them, more and more swear words popped up in my mouth. In the words of the little prince, I will most likely be gradually being led to a heroic female hooligan in the next few years.

But I couldn't help but swear. A long knife was inserted into my left shoulder, and my head was almost beaten. I was almost dead. I actually saw Liu Wanting's memory again!

This made me very, very painful. After several forced memories, I now feel extremely awake whenever I see the paulownia coffin. Even if I am in my sleep, even if my head may have bloomed!

My fainting should be the brain protection system that allows me to take a good rest and heal the damage. I am really tired and don’t want to repeat the pictures that are just in the eyes of others... The headache is almost killing me, and the toothache as a marker comes again. I don’t know what “fate” wants to do. Do you really want to kill me at the hands of Liu Wanting?

The smell of money is everywhere, the paper man is flying, and the fire is shaking.

Some things melted into ice water and gathered at my feet.

This reminded me of the ice surfaces that stuck to my hands after the secret door.

The weirdo obviously saw something there. I think if it was a simple ice cube, I had seen enough in the Arctic. He shouldn't have covered my eyes? He didn't let me see it because he felt that I would be surprised when I saw it, and that would make some noise and expose our target.

Something should be frozen in the ice.

In the dream, the ice cubes were carried to the edge, and then after the flames melted, something was taken out.

Even though I had gone from being extremely frightened to being a little strange when I saw those scenes, even though I was not subjected to the persecution that Liu Wanting had experienced except toothache, this is the place where the dream happened, and everything makes people unable to understand what they mean, which makes me feel very uneasy.

He stretched out his head and stared at the strange coffin liquid, and Liu Wanting's face appeared again.

I don't want to try my best to recall the missing clues in this dream when my head is injured. Although I must be a relative, what did she experience and do my bad things? The more Dr. Lin cares, the more annoyed me. I always feel that I can even dream and become a prop that he can use.

What exactly is in front of Yuling? If I can wake up, I will see it after taking a few more steps together. I don’t need to predict it at all!

But my eyes couldn't move away from that face, and I was looking in the mirror.

Memory is a little bit mysterious, which is equivalent to a person's soul. It is obviously not inherited or copied!

When I first came into contact with this memory of Liu Wanting, I couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. I was once confused, and I even doubted whether I could be Liu Wanting!

This idea is so scary. She is Dr. Lin’s woman, she is also Jinye’s old senior, and I am just a new little girl.

But we are really too similar.

For example, Dr. Lin is sometimes confused.

Although I was reluctant to admit it, although I was still young, if I thought about it carefully, Dr. Lin had countless eyes and countless actions, and he regarded me as hers.

My heart was filled with the sacred news. I ignored many of the moments that made the atmosphere strange when I was with Dr. Lin.

Sometimes I think it is a little dad’s care for his children, sometimes I think it is my self-indulgent life in adolescence, but... if you care a little about this moment, there are things that can only be understood but not expressed in words. I think anyone who is not too stupid can feel it, even a little bit.

I have been lacking love since I was a child, especially after my father passed away, the heart on my right was simply a desert. Dr. Lin’s kindness to me made me very useful, so I could only add a "little dad" identity to him who was ridiculed by the team, and enjoy his special care with justifiable reputation.

I know this is wrong because he never really treated me as a daughter. My dad loved me so much before, what was that feeling? How could I not tell the difference?

I am just consuming this relationship with my understanding.

I was stunned. Damn, I actually conducted an incisive self-analysis in other people's memories? Has my head fallen to wake me up to this point?

But all of this is Dr. Lin’s misunderstanding. Wasn’t Liu Wanting waiting to transplant the dragon’s heart? Only when a person grows up from childhood can he retract backwards over time!

I squinted my eyes and observed the face in the water together. This woman who made Dr. Lin liked to death, and died, was really good. But I was not praising myself. My face had not yet grown. The smell of the student girl was too heavy, and Liu Wanting's delicate spirit exuded a fairy spirit that was not as good as the world.

Obviously we are very different. I suddenly feel that people say that birds of birds gather together, and this fairy energy may be contagious over time. Our Dr. Lin is also like an immortal all day long. He forms a strong contrast with the weird guy who is too down-to-earth.

I still stayed in the world to accompany the pig that only knows how to eat.

Thinking of him, I suddenly felt that I had to wake up quickly. Everyone must be worried about my comfort, and I was also worried about the comfort of the little prince in the secret door! Since I couldn’t get a rest in my coma, why did I waste my time in the memory of other people’s wife?

I tried to shake my body. I had to learn a way to break free from my dreams and return to reality. Otherwise, I would not be able to get peace every night after this!

This was very, very difficult. Everything I saw was the first perspective. I seemed to be able to repeat Liu Wanting's actions at that time and could not control the occurrence of other events. I was tied up, and my hands and feet could not move, and I could not shout it out. I could only squint my eyes and stare at my face.

I thought to myself, can I still see through the coffin board? I mocked myself with disdain, and suddenly my perspective turned to the ground-

It was only half a second, and I seemed to have trembled, but the person's face reflected in the coffin liquid did not move at all, so she still squinted her eyes and kept observing attentively.

It’s not an illusion. I actually took a look at something else when the person involved in my memory did not turn his head on his own initiative?

Immediately afterwards, I turned my head slightly and looked at the white paper man flying with the fire. When I came back, Liu Wanting's face was still the same!

I was delighted: I really separated from two perspectives?

Just wanted to try to see the scene behind me, but suddenly my eyes were pitch black like turning off the light, and then turned from black to purple. There was a more severe pain that could cover the toothache and headache on my left half.

Most of the purple smoke had dispersed, and only a thick layer of smoke remained on the top plate. Dr. Lin took out the long knife and sewed me several stitches!

The beads of sweat the size of beans on my forehead rust down. I woke up and returned to the reality of Yuling. Time did not pass by a few minutes after I closed my eyes. Mouse and Master Dong were squatting half a month ago to push the stone slab, but the uncle's face was covered with blood and fell on the side. The scissors were firmly holding my arm, and Dr. Lin was sewing his eyes.

My concussion seemed not as serious as I thought. I might have learned the unique iron-headed skills of Shaolin! A pair of big hands gently rubbed me sweat, and my head seemed to be on the weirdo's thigh.

"I took off my left shoulder, right?" As soon as I opened my mouth, a stream of sweet blood surged out of my throat, and I swallowed it back.

"Awaken? So fast?" The scissors blinked at me, with joy on their faces.

"Did you wake up from pain? Doctor Lin Dajun hasn't had enough anesthesia!" The weird man's big face suddenly appeared in front of me.

Before my brain recovered, I opened my mouth and wanted to ask for a hairy anesthesia, just ask for you! But... it hurts so much!!!

"Don't yell, grab her tightly, the sewing is off."

Dr. Lin didn't even look at me. His hands were covered with my blood. I saw a black centipede-like line appearing on my skin.

I should have cut off my head with one knife, but thanks to the brave Mr. Dong, I was lucky enough to avoid disaster!

I don't know if it was Old Man Ran or the uncle inside who seemed to have damaged the half moon. The mouse tinkered for a while before it improved a little. The two of them didn't care about looking back and just called me as a greeting. They hurriedly pushed open the door to rescue the little prince who was most likely dead.

The space inside is sealed, and the purple-red smoke is like a demon that has finally been released, rushing to the face! I was worried about the safety of the self-sacrificing little prince, and threw all the pain in my body aside!

The mouse was so clever that it was gone. The weirdo gently put down my head, picked up the dagger and followed Master Dong and disappeared in the purple smoke.

In addition to being unstable, Dr. Lin was also sewing me with needles without being affected. Scissors and I shouted anxiously! Wang Doudou, how are you doing? Have you fought with my uncle? Are you seriously injured? Are you... not dead?

After the three powerful foreign players entered, nothing was heard. The monster poked out half of his body and pushed the entire stone door open. A beam of flashlight shone in the closed secret room, and a flash of bright reflections flashed through the gradually dissipating purple.

Are they those ice cubes?

The flashlight inside was held by the little prince. Master Dong dragged him out and moved it out. I was surprised to find that he was not damaged at all!

By the way, he had no hair at all... The little prince returned the jade to Zhao, and never took action!
Chapter completed!