Some of the things that were accepted from the memory of the original owner made Chen Mengtian unacceptable.

The women of this era are really too humble.

Just when Chen Mengtian was thinking about how to meet in the twenty-first century, a gust of wind hit the Qinglian space.

The wind was also covered with earth and sand.

Chen Mengtian stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, looking at the direction of the strange wind.

"Chen Mengtian, you are the bloodline of the Qinglian faction, you are the last trace of bloodline in the thousands of worlds, Chen Mengtian of Wangjia Village is you, she is you, you are her."

Chen Mengtian heard the empty voice coming from the space, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "Who?!" ”

MMP！ Don't be so scary!

It's already worn on a superb woman, and there is still room for weirdness.

This made Chen Mengtian accept that it already took a lot of courage.

Now there is an inexplicable voice, and she actually says that she is Chen Mengtian from Wangjia Village.

Don't be so exciting!

Just as she spoke, the wind stopped, and the neutral voice, which had previously been unable to distinguish between men and women, disappeared.

Chen Mengtian stood in place, his eyes looking around, his eyes showing a vigilant light.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, a small hut not far away opened.

Chen Mengtian's body trembled.

Mom! Haunted!

Even though Chen Mengtian's body showed a natural fear reaction, she was so curious that she dared to take two steps forward.

"Who is it? Who just spoke? ”

Her beautiful eyes stared straight into the hut.

As soon as she finished speaking, something flew from the hut.

Chen Mengtian's heart was pounding.

His eyes looked at the flying object, and his feet couldn't bear to take two steps back.

What flew out quickly, floating in the void in front of Chen Mengtian's eyes.

It turned out to be a painting, and the painting showed a woman wearing a green dress and skirt.

The facial features of the characters in the painting can't be seen clearly, but they can only be seen as a woman with a good temperament.

"Chen Mengtian, if you come from it, you will be safe, Qinglian's medical skills will be passed on by you, you are the last bloodline of Qinglian in this world."

The previous voice sounded again.

Chen Mengtian confirmed this time that the voice came from the painting in front of him.

Maybe it was because the other party repeatedly said that it was her Qinglian's last bloodline, which made the fear in Chen Mengtian's heart dissipate.

She boldly stepped forward, "I said before that Chen Mengtian from Wangjia Village is me, what does this mean?" ”

The painting floating in the void shook twice.

"She doesn't know how many of your past lives were, and in order to keep your soul alive, she brought you to this era. She is you, but the spiritual wisdom that belongs to the Qinglian faction has not been opened. ”

Chen Mengtian is still a little unsure.

Let her accept that she becomes, a woman who fights for a little white face and tosses her own life, this is too embarrassing.

Well? Where does the burnt smell come from?

Chen Mengtian shrugged the tip of his nose and smelled the burning smell in the air.

Soon she saw that the painting, which had been floating before, had spontaneously combusted!

When she saw this, she was in a hurry, and she stepped forward to extinguish the fire, "Huh? You haven't told me how to go back, I don't want to be here! ”

However, just as she was about to approach the spontaneously combustible painting, the painting quickly retreated, as if consciously.

"Chen Mengtian, you are the last bloodline of Qinglian, the medical skills of Qinglian's faction must be passed on, and if you want to go back, you have to ...... Passed down ...... Go to ......"

When the sound died out, the painting was also burned by the fire, not even a trace of ashes.

Chen Mengtian's eyes widened, and his face showed incredulity.