C92 Dreamscape Return to True and False

On a small table in the room were the remains of a burning candle, and the waxed wick of the moon had long since turned black in the embers.

"Is your master here?"

"I was just taking a gamble anyway, how would I know?"

"Big Sister Meng, you're almost at your limit. Why don't you take another gamble? Can you even gamble with big sister Meng's life?!"

Yang Chunzi and Bai Lanxin stood outside the door and argued in a low voice.

More than ten days had passed, but Yang Chunzi's master still hadn't come. Meng Zixian was getting more and more sick, coughing up blood every day, and passing out more than half of the time. A quarter-hour every day was enough to wake her up, and she was burning incense.

Bai Lan Xin was silent. He opened the curtain and saw the wick on the table, then looked at Meng Zian lying on the bed. He felt mixed emotions.

Yang Chunzi was also feeling very guilty. He was thinking that his master would always stay in his little home and deliver the letter to him, but who knew that it would be different? It had dragged on for a long time, and Meng Zixian was gone.

Meng Zixian didn't know what was happening. She felt light and agile as she floated in the air. This was not the seaside she had seen in the past, but her own Sect.

When she saw her mourning hall, her master, her eldest senior sister, and her youngest junior brother, she could not help but feel sad.

She slowly floated to the side of the coffin. The inside of the coffin was like a magnet that sucked her in. She had no choice but to refuse.

Only after entering did he realize that the inside of the coffin was empty.

Thinking about it, it made sense. She had barged into the royal palace, and countless arrows would pierce through her heart, so she wouldn't be treated kindly. The people in her sect also didn't know that, even if they did, they wouldn't dare to retrieve her.

She was lying inside with her hands clasped around her waist. She had never felt so peaceful before. When she heard the weeping outside, she also wanted to tell them that she was still alive, but in a different world.

At this moment, a strong attraction force sucked her soul out, forcing her into a hole. A strong wind swept up, causing the mourning hall to turn upside down.

"Junior Sister, is that you?" Before she lost consciousness, she heard her Senior Sister mumbling.

When he opened his eyes again, his hands felt warm. He turned his head and saw Bai Lan Xin kneeling on the bed. Bai Lan was lying on the bed, looking like he had fallen asleep. Her long eyelashes covered his black eyes.

Meng Zi acted as if she had alerted Bai Lanxin. Bai Lanxin immediately woke up. He looked at her and his eyes became hot, "Sister Meng, you're awake."

Meng Zixian grinned. Before she could say anything, she was hugged by Bai Lanxin, "Sister Meng, did you know? You scared me to death. I thought you were going to leave me."

Meng Zixian could sense that the boy was trembling, and his shoulders were wet. He had no idea what had happened to make him so scared.

"If you hug me again, my disciple will die from your hug!" Yang Chunzi took the medicine bowl and walked to the door. Hearing Meng Zixian's voice, he waved his hand and pretended to be calm as he walked in, put the bowl down, walked up to Bai Lanxin and said, "Child, go away. I want to talk to my disciple."

Bai Lan Xin said angrily, "Yang Chunzi, weren't you worried to the point of crying like me before!? "Don't think I didn't see it!"

Song Que and Gu Jingcheng also came at this time. After hearing this, they looked at each other. Now, there were two more people who knew Yang Chunzi's identity.

"What's wrong with me? I feel like I'm in a big dream. I'm very tired." Meng Zixian closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Aiya, why are you guys standing here blocking the way? Get out of the way!" An impolite elderly voice pulled open the curtain and entered, "Little girl, if it wasn't for me, you would have just disappeared!"

The one who entered was an old man with a beard and hair, but he was full of spirit. He spoke with full of vigor. Yang Chunzi introduced him, "This is my master, Abbot Whitebrow."

"Little girl, come, my meridian." Abbot Whitebrow pulled Meng Zixian's hand over. He placed two fingers on his pulse and stroked his beard as he said, "It's a good thing I'm skilled. If not, you little girl would not have been able to survive."

Bai Lanxin pursed her lips and interrupted, "If you had really good memories, why would Sister Meng die midway?"

"You little brat, what are you saying!" Abbot Whitebrow was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He immediately scolded.

When Meng Zixian heard this, she opened her eyes and asked, "I … I'm out of breath?"

Yang Chunzi looked at him with bloodshot eyes. When she heard the word 'breathless', her eyes reddened a little, "Do you know? You almost scared us to death, my master rushed over, and halfway through the treatment, you lost all signs of life. "

Meng Zixian nodded thoughtfully. At that time, she felt her body lighten. Could it be that her soul had left her past life? Was that not a dream?

Little girl, your poison has not been completely purged. The most primitive poison in your body is the rare foreign poison, and it has its own antidote. I can't cure you of that, but I can concoct the suppression pill, so don't worry about the other poisons.

As soon as Abbot Whitebrow finished speaking, Yang Chunzi and Bai Lanxin turned their heads and glared at Song Qishen. Even Gu Jing Cheng looked at Song Qishen.

If Song Que had poisoned her before, then this time, the antidote would be washed away. Without Bai Mei, Meng Zian's life would truly be gone.

"I have a deal with Lord Song, you don't have to blame him." Seeing that they were all blaming Song Que, Meng Zixian couldn't help but open his mouth to explain.

Song Que was surprised that Meng Zixian would explain it to him. He just stood there with a cold face. No one could see that he was surprised …

"Sis Meng, you spoke nicely to him. He just said that you're his subordinate …"

"Bai Lan Xin, you talk a lot."

Before Bai Lanxin could finish, he was interrupted by Yang Chunzi. Yang Chunzi signaled Bai Lanxin to stop him from saying something and to disturb Meng Zixian's mind.

"I'm a bit tired, just let me rest for a bit." Meng Zixian closed her eyes. When the men heard this, they all left. Song Qishen stood there without moving.

Bai Lanxin wanted to pull Song Qi River out, but was stopped by Gu Jingcheng. Yang Chunzi didn't care and left immediately. He stroked his beard and said, "Aiyo, young people these days, it's a waste of time. Hahaha."

Bai Lanxin was eventually dragged out of the house by Gu Jingcheng, leaving Meng Zixian and Song Qi alone in the house.

Meng Zixian felt someone was in front of her. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find that it was Song Lihe. "Master Song, I'm tired. Can't you hear me?"

Song Que was like a stick. He just stood there without saying anything. Meng Zixian was amused and laughed: "Master Song, are you going to be a stake in my place?"

"This time, thank you for saving me."

Meng Zixian was instantly shocked.