A small mountain village

Yuzhou looked at the empty house and remembered a few strange cars marked with the word Gulong on the road when he came over. Although he also guessed that the cars belonged to the laboratory, he didn't bother because it was none of his business.

I've searched for it, but there's no trace of mercy everywhere.

It seems that her lazy nature is estimated that she will not get up until noon, let alone go out. Even if she went to the streets to make a scene, those people who had always behaved in a low-key manner would definitely stay away from the market, and they would definitely not meet them.

Not to mention how big the chance of encountering such a big place is, he has been cultivating for more than 1,000 years, and he hasn't seen anything abnormal about her.

And their technology is relatively late, only two hundred years. Although they were always suppressed by other countries in the first 100 years, they can now match those countries, which shows that their strength is not weak, and they will surely become a generation of power in this land in the future.

Although he didn't know the country's current level of science and technology, it was only two hundred years after all.

And there is a friend of his, who has achieved some success in divination, and deduced the future fortune of this country called Guantian. It will take at least a few hundred years before they can break through to their level in terms of technology.

So he didn't rush over so much, and when he saw them, he just quickened his pace, but he didn't want to be a step late. When I saw the cars, I thought they had just found the creature and went back, but now that I think about it, I regret it.

After all, there is always a variable, no matter how small the odds.

I knew that he was so unreliable, he shouldn't have believed it, and the daughter-in-law who was finally found was lost again.

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Inside the hospital room of the Cologne laboratory

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

The sound of an ECG monitor on a white wooden table was the only sound in the room.

Dressed in black, Min Lian sat on the hospital bed, looking out the window with her eyes, and seemed to merge with the quiet night outside the window.

Her long black hair was scattered on her back and shoulders, and her skin, which was like rice paper, was set off with her calm temperament at the moment, like ink spreading out on rice paper, becoming a beautiful ink painting.

Snowflakes were held in her arms with their hands intertwined over their crossed legs, wearing black half-fingered tactical gloves.

The metal wall outside the window rises high like a giant monster. The lights of the patrolling lighthouse shone everywhere, just as the monster's greedy gaze swept everywhere, searching for its prey.

The windows of the room where Min Lian was were were open, the lights were off, the curtains were not closed, and a cold wind blew in from the outside.

Curiosity kills cats, she should be talking about her.

The palm of the right hand is opened, the fingers move slightly, and the space above the palm of the hand is compressed, folded, and staggered to make a slight gragra sound. The expression on the face of the owner of the hand was very casual, and a little boring.

She wanted to be quiet and gather her thoughts. But because of the thought of some things, there is always a irritability in my heart that cannot be suppressed.

Because there is nothing to play with now, I will pass the time with this. The first time I tried to play like this, I felt a little new in my heart, and I gradually relaxed.

She woke up and was here.

remembered that he didn't know whether he fainted or entered the fake death, and was shot by an unknown fierce uncle, and his head was bleeding on the spot.

Except for the one that seemed to be called the fishing gull, the conscience found that he had helped her up, and then he wanted to save her. The others all gathered around the fierce uncle.

But it's normal, she can understand, but it doesn't mean that she will forgive.

After all, she didn't know them, and she was still a little wary of her. It's strange to help someone you don't even like for no reason and ignore someone close to you.

If it weren't for some of her own specialness, it is estimated that she would have been killed there by a group of inexplicable people when she was only a teenager. Even if they knew that she was innocent, they would only feel a moment of emotion and guilt about it at most, and it was estimated that they would forget it soon.

Although she wouldn't be here without those special ones, it doesn't mean that she deserves this sin because she is special.

The uncle probably had some reason for shooting her, otherwise she wouldn't have become that in an instant. But that doesn't change the fact that he shot her, and even if there is a reason, he should give her an apology.

But there was no need for that, and she didn't care much.

It's just that when I see that he cares so much, I don't know what it feels like in my heart. It's not jealousy, it's not resentment, it's just that I feel uncomfortable.

There were voices and footsteps coming from outside, and she looked back at the closed room door, where the light came through the crack in the door, and the shadows of two people stayed in front of her room door for a moment before continuing on.

"That's her, right?" A woman's gentle voice, with a bit of pity.

"It was her, shot through the head. Although not dead. But now I'm still in a coma, as if I'm called Lishan, but I'm only a teenager. Another woman's voice replied.

The voices of the two men were small, but they could be heard clearly.

"It's also a blessing and a great fate. If she survives this time, I hope her future life will be smooth sailing. The one who spoke softly replied.

"I heard that she didn't detect anything abnormal, just an ordinary little girl." The voice of the other man was a little surprised, and then he continued, "But how is this possible? Neither a cultivator, nor any special abilities, let alone those monsters, Wenzhi, how is this possible? ”

Fang Wenzhi didn't rush to answer, but was silent for a while and replied: "Qin Nan, the people above said that she has nothing abnormal, but there is nothing abnormal, so you don't have to talk about her with others." ”

"And". Fang Wenzhi's tone was slightly serious, and he continued to say to her. A person is a girl, and a girl should be cherished, not talked about by others. If you wake up and hear people say this, you will be unhappy. ”

"Got it, got it, our Wenzhi is the gentle~" He took her hand as he spoke, "When she wakes up, let's go buy some candy for her, it's time to go to bed at such a late hour." ”

The footsteps of the two men gradually walked away, and finally slowly disappeared.

It should be gone.

Sugar?

Although she doesn't like to eat much, it's not that she can't eat it.

I wanted to say whether to leave first, staying in an unfamiliar environment, which made her feel uncomfortable with her insecurity, but it became a problem to go there after she left.

At this moment, I happened to hear the conversation between the two of them, and my heart suddenly felt warm and I didn't want to leave, even if I didn't know what would happen if I stayed here. But those people can't help her now, and they will be the same in the future.

And if she really wants to leave, no one can stop her.

It's a lot of fun here, so it's better to have a fun look here, after all, I've been out for a long time.

Fumena ........ Let's look at fate.

In the past, Fumo was really good to her, and the later ones didn't seem to be fake.

But some things have changed after all, and the previous Min Lian also thought about what the reason was.

I thought that Fu Mo was just too fresh, and I thought she was in trouble. Or maybe she's hated it because she didn't do well. But there are still some feelings or something.

She once regarded her as the only hope of survival, and at that time, she was the only one left.

It was only then that he was so disappointed that he chose not to give hope anymore.

Because I didn't expect that she would be treated as an experiment, and once it has no value, it will become a useless waste product. That's why when I saw the information with her name written on it, I couldn't believe it.

But there was no anger or sorrow.

Fu Mo is too rational and insecure.

Trapped his mind in a room, locked the door and threw away the key. Only a shell was left on the outside, maintaining a semblance of sanity. I don't dare to give up my heart completely, I am afraid that I will lose everything, I am afraid that I will not be able to accept the result in the face of it, and I am afraid that I will lose control.

The words involuntary and powerless carried out the first half of Min Pian's life, and he had a deep experience. It's just that at that time, she was not as rational as Fumo, and she was always forced to give up until she had a result.

So almost at a glance, she could see through those eyes the sadness buried in her heart, or because of the same sickness.

Min Lian has no qualifications to talk about her, and she has never thought of blaming her, and she is not sensible.

Instead, I didn't care and let go.

The author has something to say:

The next few are memories of Fumo, which are used to fill in the pits.

The plot in the next few chapters will not be very tense, mainly about the psychological changes of the characters and the growth of Ming.

There are also monastics and cultivators.

Monasticism just means that I am monastic, not that I am monastic.

There is no professional title for this, and if I want to introduce it specifically, I can only say that I am cultivating.

What does it mean exactly, that is, I am looking for my own path to cultivate. Commonly known as monasticism. This way, just like people have a difference, there are various ways to die, but there will also be the same.

After all, there are so many people in the world.

But this is mental plus physical pain.

The words of a cultivator are just a name for one of the paths of cultivation.

It is only cultivating one's own body, only physical pain, but can quickly enter the so-called Tao and become awesome.

The threshold is relatively low.

Because there are many people who choose this, they are collectively called cultivators.