A second later, Mo Jingting opened her eyes dimly, and it was still the familiar bird of paradise. When I looked up, I also saw a pair of eyes full of love, and when I saw that I woke up, I quickly dispersed my eyebrows and saw the clouds and shouted: Xiaomo, Xiaomo, you are awake.

Hearing Bai Rong's small call, Mo Jingting was strange, did she know her name? But I've never said a word, and I don't know anyone here, so it doesn't make sense. How did she know?

"You know what? Xiaomo, you just fell suddenly, and it scared me to death. I thought there was something big wrong with the model that Mu Ziqi just gave you a body shape. Just had fun with you and you scared me like that. Isn't there anything wrong with you? ”

Mo Jingting heard it in a fog, but shook her head missionarily. Think about the moment when it suddenly seemed to hit the wall in the tunnel just now, could it be that it hit the soul of this bird? So, when I took possession of its body, it suddenly fell to the ground unconscious like I did when I was sick? Well...... That's how it should be!

"It's fine if you're okay."

Mo Jingting got up and looked around, and found that she was on a wooden table, with a hanging wooden stick half a meter above her, thinking that she should have fallen from here.

In addition to these, the furnishings in the room are shabby, and there is only Bai Rong. It seems that the bird that he possessed was caught by that Muzi to accompany Bai Rong to relieve his boredom.

"Xiaomo, let's stop playing those flying games, let's play something else. But what can you do? If only you could talk, we could talk. Hey......"

Mo Jingting was also helpless, she only tilted her head to look at her, and from time to time she made some unpleasant calls, and she was annoyed by listening to it a few times, so she had to keep her voice closed.

"Why don't I tell you how I met Mu Zimi, would you like to listen?"

Since you're willing to talk about it, then listen to it, there's nothing to do anyway, and I don't know when I'm going to wake up. I also pray that those damn black stickers will show some affection to my body, don't be too embarrassed, or ...... Hum.

Thinking of this, Mo Jingting hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Really? Great, huh...... Let me think about where to start. After all, the interval is too long, and it should have been almost twenty years, and he almost forgot that his real name is Li Wenji. Well...... That should be from ......"

What the? Li Wenji? Mu Ziqi is Li Wenji? He was the good friend my master was looking for? What kind of fairy world is this, if it is really a dream, I have never met Uncle Li, how can there be a clear appearance in the dream, we don't seem to have intersected, how can we be so entangled for so long?

I've seen him from the first time I've been sick, what the hell is going on in this damn world! Why is it that what is false is becoming more and more real, and what is real is becoming more and more false. So, who am I? Lonely ghosts? Wandering Yin and Yang for two sessions?

The more Mo Jingting thought about it, the more she broke down, and even thought that she might really be a lonely soul, and then go around usurping other people's bodies, and that chaotic world might be where she came from.

"Mu Zi is composed of Li Wenji's own name, Li Zi is Mu Hezi when he is disassembled, and the lower half of Wen and Ji is composed of miserliness, so that when you look at the Ji word, it is equivalent to having nothing to do with Li Wenji. The first time I heard him say that, I was dumbfounded......"

Well, that's a bit of a logical genius.

Mo Jingting no longer thinks nonsense, after all, there are too many strange facts that have happened to herself, just like the skill before being beaten, and the "writing wheel soul" that seems to be shuttling freely between yin and yang. After a lot of experience, he has already developed a strong heart.

.......

After Bai Rong sorted out the narration ideas, Mo Jingting heard an interesting story from many years ago.