"It has nothing to do with you." Song Ling smiled slightly, held the car in front of the palm of his hand on the bed, then patted Xiaoyu's head, comforted him: "This is my life. Whether you wake me up or not, it will eventually be a matter of whether you can wake me up or not.
It’s just a pity that I can’t go to Xucheng to study.”
Song Ling took Xiaoyu's hand and asked, "Xiaoyu, do you want to go? If you want to go, I can..."
The little fish shook his head quickly.
She glanced at Song Ling's red dress with some envy, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm not as smart as you. I'm not the kind of material for studying, so don't waste money."
"Reading is reading, how can we distinguish between good and bad?" Song Ling replied gently and slowly, "If you can't live at home, you can live in my house. Although it's not a gorgeous dress, it can keep you covered in food and clothing."
I don't know what incense is burning in the house.
Just smelling it, Xiaoyu felt a little fluttering. She felt Song Ling's weak hand strength under her palm, and for no reason, she actually had an extremely absurd idea in her heart.
if……
If she was the saint.
Anyway, no one can see the saint's face again since today. She is just an impostor. So what?
But will Song Ling agree?
Thinking of this, Xiaoyu raised his eyes little by little and stared at Song Ling's face. She knew that Song Ling had already drunk the medicine to calm her mind, so Song Ling could not resist her at all.
But just when the little fish was about to move, Song Ling's eyes, who had always been gentle, changed, which was different from the confused and tranquility just now, and it was completely different from the tranquility of the past.
That was a very aggressive gaze.
"What do you want to do?" Song Ling asked.
Xiaoyuqi replied in a vain: "I didn't want to do anything... A Ling, why did you ask like that?"
Song Ling let go of Xiaoyu's hand and stood up, looked around and said, "Whose dream is this? Logically speaking, it should not be yours. You have no spiritual power, no roots or bones, and you cannot build such a real dream.
.But your words just now have been out of the dream, so have you been pulled in, or is this your dream?"
The originally panicked little fish seemed to be suddenly awakened.
She held her hands tightly, and when she looked at Song Ling, she said with a dodge: "I don't know what you are saying, A Ling, why did you suddenly say these strange words? It's because you are going to be a saint, so
Are you a little nervous?"
"I'm not honest?" Song Ling turned his head, with the left grenade seal and the right Ting seal. The two were closed together, and the whole room began to sniffle, "I don't have the patience to play with you. You must be glad that time I was delayed just now.
It’s quite a bit of gain, otherwise the thunder will hit you now."
The little fish is about to move.
Two white lightning bolts immediately tied up her hands and feet.
"You might as well tell me what happened back then." Song Ling warned expressionlessly: "If you hide something, I will strangle you to death now. If the spiritual consciousness dies in a dream, your body will
It will immediately become festered, and even if you have countless means, you will not be able to turn things around."
It is not enough to put the cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage elsewhere, but for a mortal like Xiaoyu who has never entered the Taoist sect, it just so happens.
After struggling for a few times, he found that he could not move at all. Xiaoyu could only lower his head in depression and replied: "Yes, you are in a dream, but this dream is not all mine."
Not all?
For the first time, Song Ling heard such a fresh statement.
"I……"
As a result, before Xiaoyu finished speaking, the door was knocked open with a bang.
The one who came in through the door was Mrs. Mu.
"A Ling, why are you getting up?" Mrs. Mu took Song Ling's hand intimately as if she couldn't see a little fish and said, "Mom has found someone to replace you, and you can change it later.
Come in, then you take this medicine first, then drink this bowl of soup, and you will be able to go home with your mother when you wake up."
It seems that Mrs. Mu is walking according to the original path of the dream.
She placed a black pill in Song Ling's palm, and the maid who followed her placed the turbid brown soup on the table beside her.
"The medicine is the antidote. You have to take it first. The soup is Turtle Xisan. After drinking it, you will enter a state of fake death." Mrs. Mu patted Song Ling's back of her hand, with tears in her eyes, and said reluctantly and carelessly:
"Remember to take the antidote first, otherwise after drinking Turtle Viagra, my mother will not be able to take the antidote even if she wants to save you."
There was a little noisy outside the house.
After saying these words, Mrs. Mu hugged Song Ling and then took the maid away quickly.
At this point in the story, Song Ling had already figured out what he would be going in the future.
It was nothing more than the little fish hidden in the house who had bad intentions and replaced the antidote of Mrs. Mu's daughter, making this fake death a real death. She transformed herself into a saint as she wished.
But in this way, who does the dream's other half belong to?
Mrs. Mu?
still……
'I'?
Song Ling pinched the pill, turned around and looked at Xiaoyu, and asked, "Have you replaced her daughter's antidote?"
The silence like dead silence and Xiaoyu's extremely ugly face are the best answers.
"So 'I'm really dead. Mrs. Mu and the village chief ended up having to suffer this loss and let you be a saint." Song Ling continued to talk about his guess, "Be a saint."
After that, you did come into contact with everything that was completely different from before, so you have the power of synesthesia and the earth."
Therefore, the little fish can see something that they usually cannot see.
If you don’t step into Taoist sects, you can feel the world. This kind of person is most loved by monsters.
No wonder the saint of Liuyunxu changed once every ten years. The previous saint needed a life sacrifice to end the saint's career, because if you didn't do this, the spiritual energy accumulated on the saint's body will become the best monster bait.
It brings disaster to Liuyunxu.
Song Ling could not feel the existence of spiritual power in Xiaoyu, which was normal. She could not breathe or practice, and the spiritual energy she absorbed could not be converted, and she looked almost as different from that of ordinary people.
"It's not my fault." Xiaoyu cried and said, "I just don't want to starve to death. What's wrong with being a saint? She's obviously chosen, but she's still so reluctant!
Since she is reluctant, can't she let me be a good person?"
"But you killed her." Song Ling cut off Xiaoyu's defense and said: "Her mother wanted to help her escape. If you really want to replace her, just stand up and say it clearly. Why do you kill her?"
Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and howled with tears in his face: "I, I... If Mrs. Mu didn't curse me so much and hit me so much, how could I attack Qiu Shui? Her mother did not treat me like that, didn't she?
Is it wrong? It’s not a family, but if you don’t enter the family, her gentleness and easy-goingness are just illusions!”
At this point, Xiaoyu is still constantly finding reasons for his mistakes.