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Lin Zi said, then paused again and looked around:

"But we have to leave this place first!"

Hearing Lin Zi's words, Zi Teng gathered his mind and nodded.

Lin Zi is right. No matter what the next plan is, we should go out from the glass greenhouse full of fallen grass first!

Two people's eyes were dim, and then walked out one after another.

Standing not far away, Zi Teng looked at the strange flower house full of fallen grass again. The thin lips were slightly pursed into a straight line, and the lower jaw was slightly tightened, revealing a strong line like a knife and axe. Under the deep black eyes, there are terrible waves like the deep sea.

Who is it?

Who planted the flower house on the Big Dipper Seven Star array and transplanted the fallen grass only growing on the huangquan road here?

No matter who that person is, it is certain that he or she will hurt the warmth! Moreover, this person's ability must not be underestimated.

Zi Teng thought it over carefully. If he didn't count Mai Xiaoqing in the Du family according to what Lin Zi said, there were only two people with such strength in the Du family!

Du Fu! Du Zihao!

Du Fu is unlikely. He hopes to use warmth to tie him down and compete with Zihao for the only chance of life. Even if he wants to fight against warmth, he won't be at this time!

Then there is only one person left!

But why did Du Zihao do that?

Zi Teng couldn't figure it out. Did he already know the secret Du Fu said, so he couldn't wait to start?

But it seems unreasonable to think so!

Even if he wants to do it, Du Zihao should be the one to deal with! Why is it warm?

And the strangest thing is that Zi Teng hasn't figured it out yet!

If that person really wants to start with warmth, why do they let themselves find it?

Du Zihao! Mai Xiaoqing! Mai Xiaoqing! Du Zihao!

After all, which of them did it? Or can it be related to both of them?

A series of questions entrenched in Zi Teng's mind, messy as if it were a ball of hemp thread, as if there was no clue, and countless strands, as if there was any connection!

At this time, the woods standing next to Ziteng are thinking about another thing repeatedly!

If things really follow his judgment, then Mai Xiaoqing will do it again. Maybe he can take advantage of her chance to do it again?

The two of them were thinking in secret. On the contrary, it's the warmth of sleeping in the room at this time. I don't know what's happening outside!

She just lay quietly in bed and didn't even know when she fell asleep.

Just

Vaguely, she seemed to be back here again!

Shrouded in thick and unbreakable black fog, santuchuan, the Naihe bridge piled with blue stones, and Meng Po standing at the head of the bridge in a black robe.

Warm stood not far from Meng Po, quietly looking at the back with the same face as herself.

Meng Po, that's her! She is Meng Po!

If Meng Po is her previous life, then she has been reincarnated at this time. Who is guarding by this Naihe bridge?

Since she had determined her mind, it seemed that nothing could make her mood fluctuate greatly.

Son Tengsheng! She was born! Son Teng die! She died!

Since life can be abandoned, what else do you care about?

Just, warm believe that she can come back here again in her dream, there must be some reason why she must do so!

Thinking of this, the warmth could not help but slightly restrained his mind, took a few deep breaths, calmed himself, and then walked slowly, step by step, towards the figure of the black robe.

At this time, in the originally quiet air, suddenly the familiar voice of men and women was heard again:

"Where are you from?"

Warm my heart. This time, instead of being as flustered as before, I settled my mind, gently opened my thin lips and answered word by word:

"The world!"

As like as two peas, I did not know whether the voice heard her answer. In a word, she asked about the same problems as those two dreams in the past.

"Where are you going?"

"There's his place!"

"What do you want to remember? What do you want to forget?"

"Remember everything you want to remember and forget everything you want to forget!"

After warm answered this time, the voice of the unidentified woman suddenly stopped, and at this time, warm had also come to a position not far behind the figure of the robe.

The robe figure, who was still standing quietly in place, suddenly turned back slowly and looked at the warmth and determination.

As like as two peas in the face, I could see that I had already prepared for it, but at this moment, I saw a face that was exactly the same as myself.

And that face, from expressionless to smiling and smiling, slowly opened its mouth, towards warmth, and then asked:

"Would you like some soup?"

The whole body seemed to have been hit by something. There was no way to move!

It turned out that the two times before, it was Meng Po who called her back to this place! That time and again resounded in my ears, and the person who kept repeating the same problem was also Meng Po!

But Meng Po, shouldn't it be her? Now, what is the situation?

Can she talk to herself?

incorrect!

This must not be the case! There must be something she hasn't figured out!

Meng Po's face still hung an indifferent smile, a pair of dark eyes as deep as midnight, so motionless looking at the warmth, as if she could see her own shadow from her pupils!

He moved his throat up and down, squeezed his fingers slightly, and asked Meng in a warm and calm voice:

"They said, I am you!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing the warm words, grandma Meng suddenly smiled without warning. The laughter was the same as her voice. She could not distinguish between men and women, and it was piercing cold. After listening, people couldn't help but feel a thrill all over.

"You are me! Not me!"

“……？”

Warm some don't understand, a pair of show eyebrows, so dead wrinkled up.

What is she? Not her?

What the hell is going on?

Just as warm planned to ask grandma Meng clearly again, a crisp but heavy rhythmic copper bell suddenly sounded in her ear.

The ringing tone seemed to lead her soul to another world