It is said that Cheng Qi was about to jump down and plunge into this blue lake to cross back, but he was cut off halfway, and then the whole person was carried back to the wooden building, and ran all the way to the railing on the third floor before putting it down.

"Fine Spice...... But thanks to you. ”

Qing Dai said in a thrilling way.

Cheng Qi blinked, and found himself back on the third-floor railing.

What's going on?

Step back in time!

She turned to look at the fine xin who came up with her, good guy, the appearance of Qing Dai twelve or thirteen, this fine xin is older, eighteen or nineteen, and extremely tall.

is more than two heads taller than himself, although he has a good appearance, he is huge, and he is powerful and powerful in a brown shirt.

What a loyal and courageous man.

Cheng Qi admired from the bottom of his heart, no wonder he could stop himself, this physique is right.

"Girl, don't think about it."

Xi Xin's voice is quite good, which reminds Cheng Qi of Little Nezha in the Ten Cold.

"Girl...... What are you doing here? What are you digging into that lake? ”

Qing Dai's tears fell with tears, and she turned around to go downstairs: "Slave go find Aunt Meng." ”

Aunt Meng = pinching people and thieves hurt.

"Stay!"

Cheng Qierkang beckoned, walked over and soothed with a smile: "Don't, I'm fine, I just ...... I just want to wash my face, don't look for Aunt Meng. ”

Where would Qing Dai believe it, but seeing that Cheng Qi's mood was still stable, she said: "Girl, it's cold and tight on the ground in this spring, and we don't have a dragon in the wooden building on the water, let's put on our shoes first." ”

As she spoke, she knelt on the ground and put on Cheng Qi's shoes.

The man couldn't refuse, and walked back to the house from the railing after putting on her shoes, she found that the thick screen of the golden cloud was inlaid with a full-body mirror, and Cheng Qi stood in front of her, looking at herself now.

She was wearing a moon-white silk bedgown, the cuffs were light pink periwinkle embroidered by Shu, twelve or thirteen, her figure was extremely thin, her black hair was soft and hung down her waist, and she took off the gauze on her right face, but fortunately, her facial features were still her own.

Cheng Qi's appearance is extremely delicate and natural, although there is nothing particularly amazing, but it is eye-catching.

In the 21st century, she grew up in an orphanage, always thin and dark, but here her skin is as white as a boiled egg, and in early spring she is as snowy as ever.

Qing Dai asked Xi Xin to go to the kitchen to get food, and looked at Cheng Qi who was standing in front of the mirror in a daze: "Girl, what are you looking at so decently?" I thought she was worried about the problem of breaking the phase, "The wound will be healed." ”

Cheng Qi responded, turned his head and asked, "What's your name?" “

Qing Dai was stunned: "The slave is Qing Dai." ”

Cheng Qi sighed and asked concisely, "Then what's my name?" ”

Qing Dai subconsciously replied: "The girl's surname is Cheng, her name is Qizi, and her nickname is Grandma." ”

Cheng Qi thought, since he couldn't go back for a while, he would come to ...... Then he will be safe.

Her uncle's, when he was shot, he came to ancient times.

Then two more shots, it is estimated that you will have to go back to the Cretaceous era and talk to the dinosaurs.

"Nickname Grandma?"

Cheng Qi walked to the crescent stool and sat down, and wondered, "Then why did Aunt Meng call me just now...... Desert? ”

Qingdai said innocently: "The girl forgot? ”

Cheng Qi pointed to the wound on his forehead, and lied without blushing: "I knocked it, I can't remember some things clearly." ”

Qing Dai was young, so she was skeptical and half convinced: "The girl is a desert person, but it's a long story." ”

It turned out that the original owner of this body was also called Cheng Qi, who was sick when he was born thirteen years ago, and had been hanging in the ghost gate, her father Cheng Yunyang was looking for Langzhong in Xiping, and even the imperial doctor in Beijing was invited, but it was still not good, and the breathing was light and heavy, and occasionally gasping for breath could scare people to death.

In the end, it was Imperial Physician Wei who said a way, and there was a saying in the community: a cheap name is easy to support, so he asked Cheng Yunyang to go to Shuiyin Village, the poorest village in Xiping, and asked the longest old man in the village to take a nickname to see if he could call her life back.

But it was a coincidence that the old man had never been to school and didn't know a single big character, but when he saw that it was Cheng Yunyang who came to beg, he picked up the shelf again, and went back to the house to look through the few remaining books.

Because Xiao Chengqi always had a high fever that did not go away, the old man thought that the child was short of water in his life and his luck was too dry, so he chose two words after a series of thousands of selections, and from the side, the water transportation was sufficient.

- Desert.

Although the process is difficult to explain, but it really praised Xiao Chengqi, since then, the same age is called Axiu, as long as the elders call her with the word desert, it has been thirteen years.

It's just that after Cheng Qi heard this, he said in his heart What a big strange thing this is, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "You go out first, and you will eat later." Pointing to the tent bed, "I'll sleep a little longer, my brain hurts." ”

Qingdai said uneasily: "Girl, let's let the slave accompany you." ”

Cheng Qi swore and said: "I'm fine, I won't do stupid things anymore, you go out first." ”

Qingdai has followed her since she was a child, and she has always listened to her words, so she has to do as she is told.

After she left, Cheng Qi was left alone in the three-story wooden building, which was empty and had been blown by the wind.

Here I almost hanged myself.

Cheng Qi unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to stretch out his left hand to wipe it, but found that his left hand was clenched into a fist.

Grip it very tightly.

Why didn't you notice it, was it because you were used to it for a long time, and you always hid it in your sleeve before you noticed it?

It's not like a disease.

Cheng Qi broke it with her right hand, grinning in pain, it was like a person grabbing something on the verge of death, she was born as a criminal police officer in the city bureau, and she had a lot of experience in this area.

The left hand has not been active for a long time, and it is very numb.

Cheng Qi picked up the thing, it was originally a piece of yarn, it looked like it was torn off from the edge, and it was embroidered with beautiful patterns that he didn't recognize, and the embroidery method was extremely chic and cumbersome, and it was very labor-intensive to look at.

"What the hell?"

Cheng Qi muttered: "Why is it in my hand, and it is still so tight." ”

The wound on the right cheekbone stabbed suddenly.

Cheng Qi's heart fluttered, and she suddenly remembered that when she hanged herself and fell, she had the impression that someone seemed to have entered the house.

She got up and got out of bed, and checked the corner of the clothes with the clothes in the cabinet, if there is no same, then the corner of the clothes is not her own, and frowned fiercely, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with the wound of the broken phase.

She just thought about it, even if she hanged herself and fell, she could still talk about the past when she hit her head, how to fall in order to break her face out of such a neat and deep wound.

If it were inertia, the wound would not be so short, and with this depth, the momentum would definitely be able to cut the chin.

Years of criminal investigation experience make her unable to pass by, and she always feels that there is a lot of strangeness in this.

I heard Aunt Meng mention that the original owner didn't want to enter the palace, could it be that she scratched it herself?

But she hanged herself, what did she do with her face, isn't it superfluous?

Cheng Qi touched the bruises on his neck again, frowned, and said, "Could it be that someone took advantage of my coma...... Scratched my face? This is obvious...... It was a knife with a sharp weapon. ”

After a few seconds, Cheng Qi was a little speechless.

She frowned helplessly.

This day...... It's hard to put into words.