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Chapter 46 Mysterious Brush!

The night in early spring was extremely quiet, the windows were half-closed, and occasionally a cool breeze blew.

Zhong Linlang didn't fall asleep and sat up from the bed.

She's wide awake now, trying to sort out what happened.

In the beginning, she used the Mirror of the Past to travel back to three years ago for a mission and met Fu Jingce smoothly, and then the two embarked on the road of resurrecting Liu Wanyi.Later, she went to Liangqi Village for some reason, and was taken to the Demon Palace by Jinhong halfway, and now she was sent back to the Heavenly Palace, where she met a man wearing a sapphire mask and had strange dreams. Everything seemed to be far away from her. The original heart is getting further and further away, it seems that someone has completely controlled her whereabouts in the dark.

She fell into a wandering circle.

Zhong Linlang stretched out her fingers and drew circles on the quilt while thinking.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing from the window. She was wearing a jacket and felt a little cold. She got up and walked over to close the window.

However, just as his hand touched the window lattice, the extinguished oil lamp on the table suddenly lit up again, and the scarlet flame danced uneasily in the lamp.

Zhong Linlang lost all sleepiness, and immediately became alert, turned around, but heard the sound of paper being shredded and flipped.

I saw a writing brush and a piece of rice paper flying in the air suddenly. The rice paper was spread flat on the table, and the tip of the writing brush was dipped in ink, and I was about to write something on the paper.

There was no one around, as if something was manipulating the pen.

Zhong Linlang held her breath to see what was written on the paper.

"You are Zhong Linlang?"

The brush wrote these words in a hurry. Although the writing was fast, the handwriting was sharp and bony, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Zhong Linlang nodded, still wondering.

"Who are you?" she asked.

I saw that the brush paused and wanted to continue writing, but as soon as the pen was written, the ink from the tip of the pen dripped down quickly, and a large area was blurred.

It cannot write its own name.

The brush wobbled, and changed the way of writing: "I am now a trace of spiritual consciousness."

It turned out that the spiritual consciousness was possessed by the brush.

Whose spiritual consciousness is that?
"I followed you." Brush continued to write.

Zhong Linlang was shocked when she saw it clearly.

What does it mean?What do you mean by following her?Did he follow her to Qingxuanmen, or did he follow her through time travel to this world?If it was the latter, it would be too creepy.

"You came to Qingxuanmen with me?" Zhong Linlang looked worried at the brush.

The brush wrote "no" very confidently.

Zhong Linlang's eyes darkened.

"what does that mean?"

The brush paused again, and quickly wrote on the paper, the strokes were a bit sloppy, "I followed you through time travel, and it took me a long time to recover before I woke up."

That's fucking outrageous Open up the door for outrageous, outrageous home.

With such a large amount of information, Zhong Linlang didn't know how to react for a while.She always thought that she came here alone, but she didn't expect to have an extra partner who came out today, and the even more outrageous partner was a writing brush.

But she still couldn't figure out who had such a big obsession to let a sliver of spiritual consciousness come to her over three years.

"Are you sent by Aye?" Zhong Linlang's eyes lit up.

The brush shook as if shaking his head, and quickly wrote down what he wanted to say on the paper: "No, I've been dead for almost three years."

Zhong Linlang digested it for a while, and asked doubtfully, "Then why are you following me? This is the world three years ago."

Brush continued to write without hesitation: "Someone hurt me, I am not reconciled."

Zhong Linlang became interested: "Write down what happened to you, and I will avenge you."

The brush paused.

"Now I have finally recovered a little bit, and I can't write so many words."

Zhong Linlang knew at a glance that the brush was very good, and she still didn't believe her, and she didn't want to reveal her identity. It's not that she couldn't write so many characters, after all, she could write quite well before seeing it.

She looked at this ordinary writing brush suspiciously, and patted its head, "Then how do you know me?"

Mr. Brush shook his head, shook out the remaining ink, and wrote: "Of course I know you, I still have to rely on you to cover me, don't you say you want to avenge me?"

Sure enough!It's as if I didn't say anything!

Zhong Linlang said angrily: "Then if you want me to help you, you have to tell me your experience first, otherwise where can I get revenge?"

There were enough things to do, but now there is another brush brother who came out of nowhere.

Brush immediately pretended to be dead winkingly.

It immediately fell vertically on the table, quietly without making any sound.

Zhong Linlang picked it up and called Brother Maobi several times to tell him not to pretend to be dead.

She will never wake up a writing brush pretending to be asleep.

Zhong Linlang had no choice but to put Brother Maobi down, staring at the ink-stained rice paper in a daze.

She really doesn't have the energy to think about this outrageous thing now.

When having breakfast the next morning, Mr. Brush woke up, jumped on the paper, and asked Zhong Linlang to feed him some ink.

"..." Zhong Linlang thought he was unlucky, scooped up a few drops of clear water, and gnawed some biscuits while rubbing ink for Mr. Brush to drink.

Mr. Brush was full of ink, so he immediately cheered up and jumped up to find clean rice paper. Zhong Linlang was only glad that he was not wearing white clothes today, otherwise he would have suffered disaster.

The brush successfully found clean rice paper, and wrote on it with a swipe of the brush: "When will you return to Tiangong?"

Zhong Linlang ate the biscuits and took a sip of hot tea, and thought about it for a while: "Soon, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The brush continued to write, "Take me."

"Of course I took you, I have to avenge you." Zhong Linlang joked.

Mr. Brush may be very moved, and he intensified his efforts to write two words that are on the back of the paper: "loyalty".

Zhong Linlang patted its head.

"Then what do I call you? Mr. Brush?"

The brush raised its head slightly, as if thinking about something, and then wrote, "Longevity."

It said it was called Changsheng, and Zhong Linlang suddenly thought of the Changsheng Palace where Ning Ye lived, but Mr. Maobi said it was not sent by Ning Ye.

Anyway, now that I know Mr. Maobi's name, he should relax his guard against her when we get along slowly in the future. After all, we still have to rely on her to do things.

What matters now is not this.

It has been a day since Liu Wanyi left, she should have arrived at the Demon Palace, I don't know what her situation is like.

Zhong Linlang paused while stirring the porridge, and decided to find a time to follow Liulijing.

(End of this chapter)