Xian Qingbi paused and looked at Yingmeng again. This time he looked a little more serious. He stood up and looked at Yingmeng with a sense of oppression, more of a dead silence, a heart-pounding silence.

"I'll say it again, it's not good for you."

"I thought businessmen were profit-oriented." Ying Meng said lightly.

"That's because they rely on it." Xian Qing said on the surface that he did not rely on selling goods to survive like other merchants. In fact, he was teasing Ying Meng's all kinds of behaviors.

"Let's get the conditions." Yingmeng returned to the original place. She had no mood to quarrel with Xian Qing today, and the dagger in her sleeve slid to her fingertips. "My condition is very wrong now. If I don't get suppressed, I don't know what will happen."

Xian Qing narrowed his eyes, felt a chill rising from his spine, quickly adjusting his mental state, adding several levels of defense to his sea of ​​consciousness. "If you are about to lose control, don't use your talent."

"Or it can be suppressed with drugs." Ying Meng blinked and said with a smile.

Xian Qing paused for a moment, looked at her deeply, observed his expression, and suddenly there was a hint of interest in the corner of his mouth. "Okay. The condition is to tell me, what are you afraid of? Or to be more straightforward, why are you afraid of your own talent?"

Yingmeng's expression froze, probably because she didn't expect some negligence. Then she returned to calm, smiled gently, her tone was neither anxious nor slow, and she was slow. "Then I have to ask you, Lord Immortal, thank you for your gift."

"Then tell me what I am giving? Or, what is my relationship with you?"

Yingmeng leaned on the chair with a mysterious expression, which was difficult for people to understand. To be precise, it was probably because the left and right halves played different emotions.

"Don't you think you're asking too many questions?" Ying Meng said something in her words, meaningful.

"You always want to trade. You can go to others, but whether it can be successful is another matter." Xian Qing wants to intervene.

Ying Meng blinked her eyes and smiled gently and harmlessly, with a little more interest in her eyes. "Interesting. Why haven't you seen you meddle in so many other people's business? Could it be that you are caring about me?"

Xian Qing paused for a moment and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his attitude, but why.

Perhaps when I first saw Ying Meng, I felt that the depression and dark temperament on her body was extremely pleasing to her in this world full of hypocritical light.

Then, with the intersection again and again, he completely overturned this idea. Why do people who are obviously in the dark smile so active, and they are a bit free and easy to live.

It’s like a child who has never been stained with dust. Is it because he has been disguised for a long time, used to it, or is it just like that?

The more I observed, the more I found that there were more secrets in her. It was closely related to her future self. With his personality, he should not have any interaction with such a person.

Day after day, a hint of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the boring and boring life year after year, probably because of curiosity. In this world where everything has rules and completely dead, variables appeared, which made him feel unpredictable and unpredictable for the first time, and inexplicably made this dull world more interesting.

bother.

It's really annoying.

Then, he began to become inexplicably accustomed and began to compete with a little guy twice and twice, so childish that he was extremely childish.

Until the moment she saw her shrinking, it shouldn't be the consciousness that it was no longer the body of consciousness, he suddenly felt that this object belonged to him, and it was an imprint.

He has never done such a thing, so it can only be his future. So does this little guy know that his soul has been stamped? The project of this stamp is quite large... due to environmental stimulation, the behavior of the individual has been implanted for a long time...

What is this seal for? Controlling a chess piece or... that ridiculous reason that he might not want to admit...

So...that's all his future... In short... shouldn't he care? This is his thing, and it's natural for him to care about it.

"You are thinking too much, because you care too much. Why should people who seem calm and gentle to avoid a question?" Xian Qing thought about it all the time, and his face was calm and indifferent.

"If it comes to my privacy, I don't want to say it, is it just a evasion?" Ying Meng tilted her head, and a warm smile was on the corner of her lips. "Anyway, you will know sooner or later, and it will be meaningless to know the future in advance."

"Since I will know sooner or later, you will tell me in advance, but there is no loss." Xian Qing's tone changed and his voice sank. "Then what's the point of avoiding it? Haha, this is really your attitude. If it weren't forcing me to do so, you're afraid that you would escape everything."

"It's quite interesting. What qualifications do you have to give me advice now?" Yingmeng chuckled, her posture was a little idle, but her voice was significantly raised. The mask on the surface was faintly shattering, revealing a surging mood like dark waves below. "Don't you look calm and gentle? Don't you wear a mask? Isn't your bones also world-wearing, indifferent and dark?"

Xian Qing noticed the loopholes in Yingmeng's psychological defense line. Although she was not sure which word stimulated her, her defense was opened...

In the midst of lightning, talent fluctuations.

Xian Qing coughed twice, spread her palms, and there was a scarlet red inside.

Ying Meng rubbed her temples with a headache, and the light flashed slightly in her eyes, with a little fear, two points solemnity, and three points anger. Damn, his talent must be reading! I don’t know how much memory has been leaked. "Don’t try to peek into my sea of ​​consciousness, for your own good, after all, I don’t know what is dormant inside."

Xian Qing pondered for a moment and took a breath. "Oh, it's too late, I already know what I want to know."

Ying Meng frowned slightly, and then in a blink of an eye, the breath on her body became more fanatical, and she slowly walked towards Xianqing. She was smiling, her smile looked gentle and friendly, but there was a sharp blade hidden under the smile. "It's really bad luck to meet you."

"Birds of a feather flock together, and it is probably inevitable that you will meet me. So it will be nicer to speak from another angle." Xian Qing looked at the almost substantial murderous aura around him coldly.

"Enough! Lord Immortal, I am different from you." Yingmeng stopped in front of Xian Qing, raised her hand slightly, her movements were gentle and cold, her eyes were filled with endless loneliness, and a hint of ridicule. "You are a human, a living person. And I am a fabricated monster, who is like a human and not a ghost, and is not to be tolerated by yin and yang, and should not exist."

"Is that so? What do you think? But what I see is not like." Xian Qing's cold and thin voice brought a bit of evil spirit, as if to cover up the care he had perceived. "You avoid it because of your fragility. You dare not say that you don't want to care, you don't want to adjust the balance between chaos and order, and finally nailed your own destiny. How sad. But you are at least better than some people. You don't think you can blame anyone, but you are more self-pitying, so I won't comment on you."

"I have said it many times. I was taught by you, just like your shadow, and it is all you reflecting." Yingmeng Dan's lips curled a lazy and gentle smile, and looked at Xian Qing's eyes, and a layer of madness was attached to her dark moan. "You always do this, and you are panicking about others, thinking that their posture is not elegant enough, and you think they are not living transparent enough, and you are guiding their lives like spectators. You are just luckier than them."

Ying Meng smiled faintly, unspeakable and unrestrained, lowering her eyes to block the faint pity in her eyes. "Really, you are always lucky."

"Lucky is not all about the sky." Xian Qing's expression was faint, and his eyebrows were frowned imperceptibly. He seemed to have seen another completely different person just now. "I admit that not everyone has the same capital to pursue the meaning of life and live in a light and decent way. But no one in this world is more qualified to evaluate you than me. Just like you said, you are my shadow. We are the same type of people, and I understand you."
Chapter completed!