Meng Xiang slowly turned around and saw a man in a white suit and white leather shoes standing opposite him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He felt that this person was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and this white suit made him feel that he was not unfamiliar.

Meng Xiang looked at this person and was stunned for a long time before saying, "How did you come in?" ”

"What do you say?" The man in white always maintained that standard smile.

Meng Xiang looked up and down, left and right, and did not see that other places were opened, the doors and windows were closed well, and there were no holes in the roofs on the ground.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Come to me for what? ”

Meng Xiang was obviously nervous to death, but he still pretended to be calm, and in order to give himself courage, he leaned against the table so that he could stand straighter and more steady.

"I'm not human......" As soon as the man in white spoke, Meng Xiang immediately interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"You're not human? Then you must be a ghost, what are you looking for me for? I haven't done anything bad, so you'd better go. ”

Meng Xiang put the hand holding the spoon in front of him and said tremblingly.

"Hahaha." The man in white laughed twice and said, "I'm not a human, but I'm not a ghost either." ”

He paused and returned to his standard smile, continuing, "I am your god of the future. ”

"What? My god of the future? Are you kidding me? Meng Xiang pinched the "Spirit Bone Divine Wing" in his hand tighter, he was afraid that this person would come over and snatch it.

"You don't have to worry, I won't harm you, and I won't compete with you for divine wings." The man in white said with a smile.

Meng Xiang chuckled in his heart, thinking: How does he know what I'm thinking?

The man in white still kept smiling, and said unhurriedly: "I know that you still don't believe in the words of the Hollow Master, you don't believe that there is a strange race of poor strange people in the world, and you can't accept the reality that you are an alien for a while, but the facts are the facts, you have to slowly learn to adapt and slowly accept a new self." ”

"Why do you say that, and why should I believe you?" Meng Xiang asked.

"Because I'm your future god, there's no way I'm going to lie to you."

The white-clothed man did not change his face, and still said with a smile: "The futuristic faction of the Poor Qi Clan, everyone has a future god, but only those who inherit the 'Spirit Bone Divine Wings' will have the fate to meet their future gods and get the protection and help of the future gods, because you are the heir of the 'Spirit Bone Divine Wings', and now you have divine wings, so I will come out to meet you and help you complete the mission of finding Black Wings." ”

Although Meng Xiang heard it clearly and clearly, he still couldn't accept it, he deliberately looked left and right, dodging and not looking at the man in white.

"I know you still don't believe me, so let's raise your left hand now and see if there's any change?" The man in white continued.

"Left hand?" Meng Xiang glanced at his left hand behind his back, then looked at the man in white suspiciously, and thought: Isn't this the hand holding the divine wings? Does he want to take advantage of the opportunity to take it?

"Don't worry, I won't rob you, if you don't worry, I'll turn my back, you can rest assured." After the man in white finished speaking, he turned his back to Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang raised his hand in disbelief, moved it to his eyes, and slowly opened his palm.

"Is that thread already growing into the veins of your palm?" The man in white asked.

Meng Xiang was startled, and sure enough, the red thread slowly integrated into his palm, and along his hand lines, the veins clearly penetrated little by little, although it didn't hurt or itch, but this also made Meng Xiang very scared, he hurriedly put down the spoon and pulled it out with his right hand.

"It's useless, it's impossible to pull it out with brute force." The man in white turned to face him.

"So what to do? What should I do, hurry up and help me. Meng Xiang was nervous and couldn't care about being afraid, he actually stepped forward and asked the man in white in person.

While the two were talking, someone outside knocked on the door twice, and the man in white disappeared in front of Meng Xiang with a "whoosh".

He was stunned, looked back and forth, left and right, and there was nothing.

The door knocked twice, and Meng Xiang knew that there was nothing he could do for a while, so he clenched his left hand tightly and turned his back to open the door.

After opening the door, Zeng Kefan stood outside the door.

Meng Xiang asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that Liu Yanyan asked me to ask you, how to play that 60-scene kiss scene." After Zeng Kefan finished speaking, he looked inside with some curiosity.

Meng Xiang coughed twice, and deliberately pretended to be casual and said: "Just tell her, let her play as she pleases, the story will be good, and you don't have to stick too much to the script." ”

"Oh, got it." Zeng Kefan replied and looked into Meng Xiang's room.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Xiang asked.

"I think I just heard someone talking inside, director, do you have any friends?" Zeng Kefan asked curiously.

"Ah, no, just myself, I was just talking about the lines, thinking about what tone to use to play that scene better." Meng Xiang explained.

"There's no 'what should I do then?'" Zeng Kefan scratched his head, and suddenly pouted: "Director, are you a Jinwu Zangjiao." ”

"What are you thinking?" Meng Xiang patted Zeng Kefan's shoulder with his right hand and said, "That's a line I added temporarily, you hurry up and go to Liu Yanyan to talk about it, I have to continue to study the script, or I have to stay up late at night." ”

"Oh, then, then I'll go." Zeng Kefan walked away suspiciously, took two steps and looked back.

Meng Xiangqiang smiled at her with a smile, waved her hand to let her hurry up, and seeing that she was far away, he quickly closed the door, leaned against the door and took a long breath.

Meng Xiang immediately raised his left hand again, opened his palm, and found that the red thread was almost completely integrated into the lines of his palm.

He looked anxiously into the house and called softly, "Hey, come on, come out." ”

As soon as the words fell, a white light flashed, and the man in white stood in front of him. Meng Xiang was still a little nervous in the face of the man in white.

"Tell me, how do you get it out?" He approached the man in white and said eagerly.

"Do you believe what I say now?" The man in white asked.

"I believe, I believe." Meng Xiang didn't care about anything, so he nodded in agreement.

"Then do you believe that you are from the Poor Qi Clan?" The man in white continued to ask.

"As long as this thing can come out, I will believe anything." Meng Xiang said anxiously.

The white-clothed man still had that standard smile on his face, shook his head and said, "Only if you truly believe that you are a member of the Qiqi clan, can this red thread come out." ”

"What?" Meng Xiang suddenly felt that this was like a trap.

"This red thread is not an ordinary silk thread."

The man in white paced and said: "It is called the blood vine, it is a kind of divine plant in the Qiqi era, this vine is as thin as silk, red as blood, and has no roots, no leaves, no flowers and no fruits, it grows by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the aura of heaven and earth, and it is an extremely rare treasure."

At that time, the poor Qi God Ancestor used this blood vine to weave a sachet, and the sachet woven with it not only lasted for a long time, and the fragrance overflowed, but the aroma could also be immersed in the blood vine, and the two were integrated. Later, the heavens and the earth changed dramatically, and this divine plant gradually disappeared.

When the Poor Qi Divine Ancestor transformed the 'Spirit Bone Divine Wings', he removed two blood vines from his own sachet and tied them to the black and white divine wings respectively, and the remaining blood vines of the sachet also disappeared with his transformation.

As long as these two blood vines meet the owner of the divine wings, they will merge into the master's palm, and the more they want to separate, the tighter they will be entangled. ”

"So, there are only two left in the world now?" When Meng Xiang heard the place where he was engaged, he forgot about his hands.

"Yes, there are only two left." The man in white replied.

Meng Xiang looked down at his left hand, and immediately came to his senses, he hurriedly said, "Then what now?" You have to figure it out. ”

"There is only one way, and that is to be convinced that you are from the Qiqi tribe, and just close your eyes and recite the mantra. Because these two blood vines are only obedient to the master of the divine wings. The man in white explained.

"What spell?" Meng Xiang couldn't care about it so much, the top priority was that he had to take out the blood vines first.

The man in white approached Meng Xiang and whispered in his ear.

Now he has no other way but to do what the man in white said.

He closed his eyes and stretched out his left hand, telling himself in his mind that he was from the Poor Strange Clan, and silently reciting the incantation that the man in white had taught him.

There was no reaction at first, but when Meng Xiang settled down, the blood vine began to retreat from the lines of his palm little by little, accompanied by a strange fragrance, and the divine wings also shone at this moment, and it took about two minutes before the blood vines all withdrew.

Meng Xiang opened his eyes and saw that all the blood vines had withdrawn, so he hurriedly put it away, put it in the wooden box, turned to the man in white and said, "Say, what are you looking for me for?" ”

"To be precise, you called me." The man in white replied with a smile.

"I called you?" Meng Xiang said puzzledly: "Obviously, you came in by yourself." ”

"As I said, I am your god of the future, and in the futuristic sect of the poor Qi clan, only the inheritors with divine wings can see the future god of their own people." The man in white explained word by word: "It's not the first time we've met, in order to make you a stranger to me, I have appeared in your dreams, I have also appeared in your home, and I have also helped you do some things, including on the rooftop, when Little Peach jumped off the building." ”

"You were there when Little Peach jumped off the building?" Meng Xiang was a little incredible, he could understand it when he entered his dream and floated outside the window of his house, but he couldn't figure out the matter of Xiao Taohong.

"I know what you're thinking." The man in white said calmly: "Not only can't I save Little Peach, but I helped you push her down." ”

"What?" Meng Xiang's head "buzzed", he stared at the man in white, and said word by word: "You say it again." ”

"Little Pink, I helped you push you downstairs." The man in white said calmly.

"Why? Why are you doing this! What exactly did she do wrong and why?! Meng Xiang almost roared.

"I know you can't understand it now, but you will understand it in the future, because I am your future god, I want to protect you and help you complete the mission of finding the other half of the black 'spirit bone wings', but you also have to understand that I am you, you are me, our two thoughts are the same, and what I do is what you subconsciously think."

The man in white turned behind Meng Xiang as he spoke, pushed Meng Xiang to the mirror of the washstand and said, "Take a closer look, do the two of us look exactly the same?" You and I are not only identical in our thoughts, but we are exactly the same in appearance and speech. ”

Meng Xiang looked at the two identical faces in the mirror, and he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.