After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"As long as I explain clearly to the few people closest to me, I will be fine. Anyway, people only think that I am a weirdo. It is not a big deal to grow a little taller occasionally."

"Hey Hey."

The doctor scratched his hair, grinned and looked at Hang Yanling in front of him: "What's the matter, isn't it just amnesia, how did you become so interesting?"

"If you find it interesting, that means you agree."

"of course."

"Then I would like to trouble you to switch my identities with Yan Lingling's first. You are still in university, so your abilities should still be effective."

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Ten minutes later, Hang Yanling left the doctor's room, Zhou Qingying looked up at Hang Yanling, and froze for a moment: "You are..."

Then she sniffed and blinked her eyes: "It's really you—how did you do it?"

"Hey, the people here are good at disguise, don't touch me, it will show me if you touch me."

Hang Yanling was still wearing the clothes she had when she came here, and she didn't wear a human skin mask on her face, just a circle of red silk thread around her hands. In Zhou Qingying's eyes, she completely changed into Yan Lingling's appearance.

As for the real Yan Lingling, she was lying in the school's infirmary, covered with a white sheet, unconscious.

Zhou Qingying looked at Hang Yanling worriedly: "I still don't understand what happened here... Where is this place..."

"This is the world in the dream."

"Dream?"

"Yes, in fact, Mi Xintong is a person who can practice unique spells. She can shuttle between dreams and reality. In this dream, there is no real energy and spiritual energy, no spiritual root and Taoism, but other than that, many There is no difference between the place and our side."

"You mean, are we dreaming..."

"Yes, but this dream world is not a place that anyone can enter - it was originally an extremely secret place. According to the rules, anyone who secretly reveals this place will be silenced."

Hang Yanling made a fierce look, and wiped it on his neck.

Zhou Qingying was a little panicked, but then she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet after thinking about it: "No, you lied to me. You often fooled me with such an exaggerated tone when you were young."

"Oh, it's true, my little senior sister has grown up without paying attention, and she has become difficult to deceive."

"I, I want to stay here with you! This place is so dangerous, you are very weak now, what if you can't come back?! I don't want to never see you again!"

"Senior sister, be quiet."

Hang Yanling scratched her head, then restrained her smile, took out a black branch from her arms and handed it to Zhou Qingying: "Go back this time, I have something very important to ask you."

"This is……"

Zhou Qingying took the branch, looked up at Hang Yanling, tears welled up in her two big eyes, as if Hang Yanling didn't agree, and this girl was going to cry in front of Hang Yanling again.

"I don't know what this branch is, so I want you to go back and investigate—but Senior Sister, listen to me, no matter what, don't show this branch to anyone except you, even Second Senior Sister Neither."

"Senior sister can't do it..."

"Well, because it's a secret between you and me."

Hang Yanling raised his hand and wiped away Zhou Qingying's tears with his sleeve.

Zhou Qingying pouted aggrievedly: "Didn't you just find a branch to fool me... Besides, if you won't let me show it to others, how would I know what this branch is for?"

"Look carefully at this branch."

"This……"

Zhou Qingying had always listened to Hang Yanling's words. Although she was dissatisfied, she still lowered her head and held up the branches with both hands to look carefully.

It is heavy and has a sense of weight, and the fracture is like blood...

"Huh...it seems...I seem to have heard Master mention——"

Zhou Qingying's eyes lit up, and when she was about to look down at the branch carefully, Hang Yanling held her hand.

"Senior sister, I know that you have liked to read medical books since you were a child. You have read a lot of books in our Lianhua Palace, and now you are studying in Linlang Academy. You told me before that Linlang Academy is the best in the world. The school is where all the knowledge is gathered. I would like to ask you to look it up in medical books, or ask a trustworthy teacher about it, what is this branch, it is very important."

"……it is good."

Although there was a lot of reluctance in her heart, Zhou Qingying nodded vigorously out of trust when she saw Hang Yanling's serious expression.

She put the branch in her hand into the storage ring, and held Hang Yanling's hand reluctantly: "Then you must come back."

"Hey, silly senior sister, do you think I'm willing to part with you? We played together since we were young, grew up together, and finally saw you again. I still don't like you enough."

"Ah."

Zhou Qingying nodded with a blushing face, no longer hesitating.

Hang Yanling turned around and walked to the front of the hospital bed, and tied another red rope given to her by the doctor to Yan Lingling's wrist on the hospital bed.

Looking at the poor girl who was knocked unconscious, Hang Yanling chuckled: "Sister Lingling, you said this yourself, no matter what, you want to see our world. Don't say I'm not kind."

After tying the rope, Hang Yanling blinked, and the appearance of Yan Lingling in front of her didn't seem to have changed. Just as she was curious whether the doctor's magical props really worked, there was a rush of running sound outside the door.

After a while, Mi Xintong hurriedly pushed open the door of the infirmary: "Hang Yanling, it's almost time, you didn't cause any trouble, did you?!"

"Yo."

At this time, Hang Yanling, who already looked like Yan Lingling in the eyes of others, looked at Zhou Qingying who walked in, and said hello: "Little sister, you are here."

"Hey, this—"

Mi Xintong looked at the unconscious woman lying on the bed covered with a white sheet, before she could see clearly, Yan Lingling stood in front of her: "She is not feeling well, she slept for a while, and has been waiting You took her back."

"I don't feel well, what's wrong with her?"

Mi Xintong looked curiously at the person lying on the hospital bed. The "Hang Yanling" on the bed was covered with a white sheet, and her eyes were closed.

"Wow, Hang Yanling, are you okay—"

"She's fine."

Zhou Qingying stopped Mi Xintong who wanted to pounce over to find out, turned around and hugged her with the person on the bed wrapped in a white sheet, raised her head and said to "Yan Lingling" in the room: "Then we... let's go first gone."

"Well, be careful."

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After closing the door of the bathroom, there was a slight commotion inside, but the sound soon quieted down.

Hang Yanling looked back through the frosted glass, and there were no blurred figures of people in the ward.

"call……"

Kicking her hands in her sleeves, Hang Yanling turned her head and left the health room, walking inside the university.

For some reason, she had a strange sense of familiarity with this place.

Obviously, he has never seen a map here, but he has a sense of déjà vu for everything around him.

Ok……

Could it be that during the period of my amnesia, the person who controlled my body came from this place?

No wonder the book the man left me asked me to look into things here in a pleading tone.

Hey, interesting.

Next, it's time to get in touch with the Bai Shanqiong mentioned by Yan Lingling, and find a way to understand the supply chain of the panacea that she controls.

How should I contact her?It doesn't cost that much to buy directly, and I am not familiar with her, and purely relying on verbal communication may not be able to make the other party honestly cut off their money and give me all the goods.

Uh-huh--

While thinking, Hang Yanling took out a black cube.

This is what the doctor gave her, called a mobile phone, which seems to be a product of this world.I also know how to use it inconceivably, click on the address book, there are several people's contact information in it.Hang Yanling dialed one of the numbers, leaned against the wall and waited silently for a while.

The pleasant ringing rang for a while and then stopped suddenly, and an impatient voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Hello? Who is it?"

"Hey, Senior Jing Hao, I'm Yan Lingling—is it convenient to meet now?"

"Yan Lingling? Oh, you're the one who's been inquiring about me lately, right? What exactly do you want?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you - does the broken arm still hurt?"

"you!?"

"Oh, keep your voice down, I can hear you."

The voice on the other end of the phone obviously became urgent: "What exactly do you want?"

"I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the west gate of the sixth cafeteria. I don't care if you are in class or not. I will give you a bottle of Coke before I finish drinking it. If you don't see you after drinking it, you will be responsible for the consequences." .”

After finishing speaking, Hang Yan hung up the phone with a beep, touched his pocket, and took out a banknote.

"This is the money here...hehe."

Going back to the cafeteria to buy a bottle of Coke, after getting the change, Hang Yanling leaned against the cafeteria door and took a few sips of Coke.

It is now 10:30 in the morning, and some college students who have no class have already taken advantage of the lack of people to go to the cafeteria to have a meal. A few people who know Yan Lingling even greeted her. Finally, the man whose arm had been broken ran over from the north path panting.

"Huh, huh-"

"Yo, quite on time."

Hang Yanling said something with a smile, but Jing Hao grabbed Hang Yanling's collar and cursed emotionally: "What the fuck are you trying to do!?"

This excited roar attracted the attention of other students, but Jing Hao became extremely flustered because of fear. He didn't care about all this at all, and cursed hysterically: "What happened that day!?"

"That day?"

Hang Yanling's smile remained undiminished, she turned the unfinished Coke and splashed it on Jing Hao's face, broke away from Jing Hao's hand, patted the clothes on her body, and pointed to the cafeteria with her right thumb : "Could it be possible that you asked me to say here with a loud voice what exactly are you going to do that day?"

"you!"

The ice-cold Coca-Cola shook Jing Hao's brain soberly. He looked at the students around him who were looking at him with strange eyes, and growled in a low voice through gritted teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

"I'm hungry, you pay me and treat me to dinner."

"Damn, are you sick!?"

"Damn, do you want to die?"

Hang Yanling asked back, and at the same time slightly untied the red string on her wrist.

Jing Hao stared blankly at Yan Lingling, who was smiling in front of him, transformed into the little girl he met that day in the blink of an eye, screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground.

The other students were also dazzled for a while, but Hang Yanling and Yan Lingling were about the same in height. After they blinked and looked carefully, they found that Yan Lingling was just bending over to pick up the Coke bottle on the ground.

"Senior, I heard that you usually invite girls to dinner, and I won't die if I invite girls today—oh, by the way, the cafeteria in the school is not good, let's go to the Hongfulin outside the school to have a drink. How about Dun, book a private room for talking."

Jing Hao was disturbed by the torment, and the flashing face of Hang Yanling just now scared him even more.

The memories of being broken off and being locked up in an office where he couldn't get out were so bizarre that he thought they were just dreams that he had mixed up.

But now this Yan Lingling told about his arm.

If it wasn't a dream, if it was true that his arm was torn off by a little girl.

What's the difference between that and hell in the daytime! ?

But if it was really a dream and her arm was fine, how could this woman bring up the matter of her broken arm?

Seeing Jing Hao's hesitation, Hang Yanling suddenly grabbed Jing Hao's left hand, stared at Jing Hao, and asked with a smirk: "By the way, it was the right hand last time? It's still hard to use, do you want to balance it?"

"I, you..."

"Don't be afraid, my dear, I'm a kind-hearted person. Treat me to a meal and pay the bill. This is not too much to ask. It's better than you lying on the ground and smoking, right?"

"I, I have no money!"

Jing Hao's face was full of veins, how could he dare to stay with this guy for a while, heck, it's too late to run.

"Oh, calm down, calm down...you don't want to invite me to dinner so much? Having a meal won't make you lose an arm or a hand or something—at the worst, it won't make your head fall off, right?"

"Fuck, lunatic, you lunatic!!!"

Seeing Hang Yanling approaching him further, Jing Hao turned pale with shock.

"Help, help!!! Come and save me!!!"

With his spirit almost broken, he yelled as much as he could, and begged the surrounding students, "Help me! I beg you to help me!!! Come and see!!! Killed!!! Killed!!!!!!"

The voice was shrill, hysterical, like a pig squawking.

He seemed to instinctively feel that the more people watching, the safer he would be.

He bet that this lunatic would not dare to commit murder in full view.