2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Menxia First Central Hospital.

"Here, sister Xixue, I'll feed you." Zhang Zitong used a plastic fork to put a piece of apple in the bowl and fed it to her.

Zhang Xixue smiled slightly, opened her mouth and bit it. The apples are cut into just the right size, with a slightly sandy texture and sweet juice. This is her favorite type of apple.

Li Qiaoyun peeled the apples and cut them into pieces, while Zhang Zitong volunteered to help feed Zhang Xixue.

Because of her weak body, Zhang Xixue chewed very slowly, taking a long time to eat one piece. However, Zhang Zitong was not impatient at all. He just waited patiently with a bowl and told some interesting things he had encountered recently: "Sister Xixue, do you know? I celebrated my eighteenth birthday yesterday. I know you want to What are you asking? Isn’t my birthday in a few months? Hehe, it’s because I was worried that no one would accompany me when I went abroad, so while Brother Yan was still there, I dragged him to have a meal with me in advance. It’s my birthday…”

Li Qiaoyun was sitting not far away, looking at the two girls, one older and one younger, with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes full of relief.

She suddenly thought how great it would be if Zhang Zitong was really her daughter. I should have been tougher in the beginning and had two children with Lao Zhang, so that the eldest brother could have a companion when he grew up. Maybe that scene would be as beautiful as now.

For no reason, the scene of Zhang Zitong being intimate with the young man in the corridor suddenly appeared in Li Qiaoyun's mind, and he frowned slightly without realizing it.

"Aunt?"

A sudden sound pulled her back from her thoughts, and she looked up in the direction of the hospital bed.

"Auntie, Sister Xixue just called you."

"Oh, oh." Li Qiaoyun stood up, walked over and leaned down slightly: "What's wrong, Bao?"

"Mom, it's getting late." Zhang Xixue smiled.

Li Qiaoyun glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already 11:30. Then he remembered that he had promised his daughter that he would personally cook for her at noon.

"Are you hungry so soon? Little greedy cat." She smiled and pinched her daughter's face, then rolled up her sleeves as if to make an effort: "Lie down and have a good rest. Mom will prepare something delicious for you right now!"

Then Li Qiaoyun turned to look at Zhang Zitong, with a somewhat apologetic smile: "Then I'll ask you to take care of Xixue for a while. I'll be back soon."

"Yeah, don't worry, Auntie, I will take good care of Sister Xixue." Zhang Zitong nodded.

Li Qiaoyun left, and then Zhang Zitong found a variety show, and he and Zhang Xixue chatted wordlessly while watching it.

"Sister Xixue, what exactly were you talking about this morning when Brother Yan was here?"

"What?" Zhang Xixue tilted her head slightly.

Zhang Zitong stuffed the last piece of apple in the bowl into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and frowned as if remembering: "That's it...Brother Yan helped you recognize your father. What kind of judge did you say you have been playing before?" Something like that. Can you tell me about it?"

She was talking while watching the TV program. She didn't wait for the other party's response for a long time. She turned around to look, but she happened to meet a pair of dark and deep pupils, like a bottomless abyss.

As if he was frightened, Zhang Zitong shrank his neck and tried to force a smile on his face: "Sister Xixue, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

"You can say it." Zhang Xixue looked away, as if nothing happened just now, and her voice was as soft as in the clouds: "Of course you can say...it's just a little girl who hasn't grown up...she's getting nervous... ."

"Just listen to a story."

...

Peach Blossom Spring, in Jun Qianmian's office.

"It's a little strange, I can't hear his voice." Ye Buyu said softly.

Yan Muyun frowned slightly and looked at Jun Qianmian subconsciously: "Didn't you search his body? Is there anything special on him?"

"I can take off his clothes on the spot, and I can also help you open his asshole for you to check." Jun Qianmian shrugged.

Although he didn't say it directly, he was obviously dissatisfied with people doubting his professionalism.

This disgusting statement caused the other three people present to frown. Yan Muyun coughed dryly and said, "Can you please stop talking like that."

"Do you think it's vulgar?" Jun Qian smiled, and the thin scar on the side of his face twisted like an earthworm: "This way of hiding things is very common. I'm just telling the truth."

Yan Muyun knew that this guy had some mental problems, so he simply ignored him and carefully observed Yang Qi, who was sitting comfortably on the chair.

He immediately discovered the clue at this sight, took two steps forward, and after confirming, turned to look at Jun Qianmian expressionlessly: "Is this what you told me, have you caught the 'person'?"

After the last contest with the puppet master, Yan Muyun looked directly at Yang Qi's eyes.

As he expected, those eyes looked dull and unfocused compared to real people. Ordinary people couldn't tell without looking closely.

This is just a doll that is exactly the same as Yang Qi. No wonder he can be so calm.

"Anyway, he said he would tell the whole truth. It doesn't matter whether he is real or fake. The truth is the most important thing now." Jun Qian smiled. It was obvious that he had known that the other person was not the real person.

This was not the first time that Yan Muyun had dealt with Black Umbrella. Seeing how calm he was, he immediately guessed that he must have a back-up plan, and maybe he had already found a clue to the real location of Yang Qi.

Needless to say about Zhang Feiyu's character, if someone wants to kill his daughter, no matter who it is, it can be said to be a miracle that that person can leave Menxia City with all his beard and tail intact.

After thinking about this, Yan Muyun stopped thinking about anything else and asked directly: "Who are you and who do you represent? You said you killed Zhang Xixue just to lure me out. What do you mean?"

"Sorry, you have stayed in Chenjing for too long. I can only think of this way to contact you." Yang Qi changed his posture, and the smile on his round face became more sincere and friendly: "As for who I am, what I represent is It doesn't matter who you are. You just need to know that this contact between me and you will determine your future status in this 'world'."

"My status in the world..." Yan Muyun suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. He had never heard anyone say similar words since he graduated from elementary school.

Although these words sounded really shameful, but somehow, he couldn't laugh at all.

After all, he really has two very outrageous identities now - the holy son of the Shengyao Order, and the divine envoy appointed by the original divine envoy Constantine... Although he himself has not accepted these two identities. .

"Shengyao Religion?" Yan Muyun asked.

Yang Qi didn't speak again, just smiled noncommittally.

Yan Muyun frowned and said, "You said you knew all the inside story about this incident, but you would tell it only after you saw me. Now that I'm here, you've been pretending to be a ghost for a long time without saying anything. What on earth do you want to do?"

"The 'inside story' I'm talking about is the inside story about your confidante being poisoned." Yang Qi smiled and glanced back and forth between Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu with his squinted eyes.

"What's there to say? Didn't you say you planned all this just to see me?" Yan Muyun said expressionlessly.

"Really?" Yang Qi tilted his head slightly, the smile on his face was still gentle and friendly, but it gave people an increasingly weird and uncomfortable feeling.

Not because his smile changed.

His smile has never changed. The angle of his mouth, the squinting of his eyes, and the slightly bulging apple muscles on both sides of his round face have not changed in the slightest since Yan Muyun and others walked into the room until now.

"Let me tell you... a story."