Ying Meng took a deep breath and listened to the unnutritious remarks of the two, saying that she was used to it.

She raised her hand with a serious look on her face, pulled her dress with her white and tender little hands, and flapped her "wings" behind her as she moved her movements. Her round little face was dissatisfied but had no deterrence.

"You know I'm not a real child. You should also know that my talents and methods are no longer here. I can help you find that person, but... you have to change into this flowery clothing for a day. Then tell me who made this set of clothes that I can't take off at all."

Mi Xiao's face changed, and that look was the proud look of my dressing up for you. Although she liked soft and cute creatures very much, the condition was that the soft and cute creature was like her subjective ideas. It was like treating the feelings of toys. The difference is that the toys had no ideas, and all it could be based on your ideas, but when you impose your subjective consciousness on a living person, things in the world will inevitably go against your wishes.

Yingmeng shook her little head slightly, and of course she saw the meaning of Mi Xiao. "You are so good at clothing, why don't you wear it yourself? Don't always think that your actions are gifts to others, okay? After all, if it's really a gift, then the person who gave your scandal is also for your own good so that you can recognize yourself well."

Mi Xiao's face could not be held back, and the hands hanging beside her tightened silently. She grinded her teeth secretly and glared at the two people in the room fiercely. Then she turned around, her long hair fluttered, and she turned proudly. "Can't I find out this kind of inferior technique myself?"

Standing in the corner, Li Xin watched her leave, suddenly thinking about something.

He snatched his folding fan back and accused the two of them in the room, but they were in agreement.

Then before everyone could react, they rushed out. Well, on the surface, they were going to comfort the injured classmates, but in fact they probably wanted to run away. After all, there is no need to lose money if there is such an opportunity here.

"Can't" leave this room, Yingmeng: "..." quickly wrote him a note on the small notebook in his heart.

Xian Qing appeared behind her silently, with a cold voice without a trace of warmth. "At least the skirt looks pretty good."

"That's why I'm curious about which talent this dress comes from." Ying Meng grinded her teeth, puffed up her cheeks, and found a seat with a serious look on her face. However, her behavior that should have been domineering was made with this skin, but she looked like a tantrum. She was so pitiful, as if she was about to be bullied and cried, asking others to comfort her.

Xian Qing chuckled, suddenly realized what he had done, and frowned again. "Little guy, telling the truth will be good for you."

Ying Meng tilted her head, pretending to be ignorant, and looked confused. "First of all, thank you, and then, what I said is always the truth. It's just that you misunderstood."

Ghost Training Camp: Only lies are exposed,

It is called a lie. If not, it is called truth.

"Okay, you don't pretend now, are you?" Xian Qing handed the paper in her hand to Ying Meng. "Then let's talk about how this one is."

"I have never disguised you." Ying Meng leaned softly on the chair, expressed her rejection with her actions, and took advantage of her words. She didn't have any money anyway. "You know my moisture, why should I talk about such meaningless things?" What she said, how Xian Qing understood it was a different matter.

"It's quite cruel." Yingmeng changed the topic, and her tone was a bit meaningful. "As her cultivation level increases, her appearance will also change. If you create a portrait like this, not only will she not have the cultivation level, but she will not even have makeup on. It's a tragedy for a girl who loves beauty."

Xian Qing raised her eyes slowly and glanced at her. "It has something to do with you?"

"It's okay, but curious." Yingmeng paused a little and blinked her big eyes. "You said why some people look cold and precious in their bones, but in fact they are as far away from the light as yellow sand and snowy areas, gathering all the darkness. The colors on their faces are just to bury the decadence, gloomy and world-weariness in their hearts."

"Oh, it's quite interesting." Xian Qing's eyes contracted slightly, his movements were quite casual, and he walked towards the shadow dream casually. "Some people are arrogant, flexible, and playful, but in order to cover up the weakness, introvert, and conservative in their bones? By showing off their external slackness, they suppress the worry and lack of security in their hearts."

"Hmm? Is it abnormal?" Ying Meng tilted her head and looked at Xian Qing with an innocent smile. "In order to survive, she becomes less like herself. Wear a mask until she forgets who she is. Only when she is exhausted and when her brain cannot think can she get a moment of peace."

The slender black eyelashes of stringed green hide the complexity of the eyes. "Is that true? Then why did you start? Why did it become like this? Have you reflected on it."

"Why? What a good question?" Yingmeng's voice was soft, glutinous and sweet, and seemed a little tired and sad. "Everyone said it was his own reason, but he never thought about what he could do alone. Could it be because of the limitations of the times? Could it be because this is the tragedy that an era should have? It is indeed because of its own reasons, but some people are pitiful and cannot admit it. Because at the moment of admitting, some strings break and some things cannot come back."

"Why are you suddenly so serious? What makes you feel dangerous?" Xian Qing's eyes darkened, his eyebrows were lazy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere fell into a desolate depression. Yingmeng looked at the handsome face with desolate and silence and smiled. Haha, she didn't know why she just wanted to laugh. As she smiled, her eyes turned red.

"Why? Are you not friends?" Yingmeng's voice was very light, and she didn't know what she was asking.

"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't do anything." A trace of clues in Xian Qing's eyes.

"I know so well with your writing." Yingmeng shook her head slowly

He blinked his eyes and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. "Yes. If you really want to count it, you only said a few words at most. But these words just aroused the anger of others. It just happened that others could stimulate Mi Xiao. But what could be done? If you want to blame Mi Xiao, you are too careless."

"Sometimes, you can try to speak nicely." Xian Qing leaned against the window and gave Ying Meng a look slowly. "For example, he happened to say a few words, which just helped a talented but inferior person find the motivation to resist."

Yingmeng received the hint and slowly got up and started making tea. Looking at the man's casual look, she couldn't help frowning her delicate brow. He didn't deny it, no ~

The fragrance fills the cottage, and the tea leaves dance in the water, like lost souls.

Xian Qing took the fragrant tea and looked out the window. The drizzle drizzled down the eaves outside the window, and the raindrops splashed the dust in the world. "Why is it always cloudy outside your window?"

"Maybe it's because the light that was invited here is never light." Yingmeng drank fragrant tea one by one, and the wisps of the heating flowed quietly, but it couldn't flow into the bottom of her heart. "The cloudy day always comes and you won't care for only one person. But some people can only see rainy nights."

"Tea is very good, but it can't warm people's hearts." Xian Qing sighed softly. "You may be a kind person, but after being exposed to dust baptism, are you really interested in dealing with such boring and useless things? There is no value of interest... Or at some point in time, I have treated you like this."

"Maybe the heart of the tea-making person has not been warmed up." Yingmeng paused and then said slowly. "You just stood from your own perspective and chose what you should do. You have your reasons... I have no right to comment. I am just a little curious... What kind of mentality do you do to your friends."

"I'm different from you. You like the process, but I like the results." Xian Qing picked up the test paper on the ground and put it in front of Ying Meng. "Some people continue to do that, but what awaits her is more than a harmless ugly photo."

Yingmeng seemed to understand. Some complicated flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and hugged the "wings" behind her, not knowing what she wanted to absorb. "Is that so? I'm very curious. What is your current behavior different from hers? She thinks that everything she does is a gift to others, and you think that everything you do is for others' good."

"Although she has some personality shortcomings, she can usually make up for it. But everyone is an independent thinker and will not accept statements from others without sufficient arguments. What is the best argument in the world? I don't need to remind you." Xian Qing looked at Yingmeng with his eyes down, wondering if he should remind her that this action looks a bit stupid.

Yingmeng smiled bitterly. Of course she knew...it was my personal experience.
Chapter completed!