Wuchen asked Miss Zhang to give her Meng Zihao's fetal brush, and said that only Meng Zihao's fetal brush could save Meng Zihao now.

Miss Zhang hurriedly told Xiao Wuchen that Meng Zihao's fetal brush was placed under the embroidered pillow in her boudoir, and she had to go to Xiangye's mansion to get it.

"Alas——-," As soon as Miss Zhang's words fell, she heard Meng Zihao, who was lying on top of the lotus flower in the pool, let out a long sigh.

Then I heard Meng Zihao call softly, "Miss, Miss, where are you." ”

Meng Zihao muttered while moving his hands and feet, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.

Wuchen hurriedly said, "There is only one hour before dawn, Meng Gongzi is about to wake up, my sister is going to see him, I will go to the Xiangfu to get the fetal brush now, and then I will take my sister back after finishing the matter."

Before I come back, I must not leave this cell, let alone try to save Meng Gongzi like this, remember, remember,"

Wuchen said and turned into a ray of white light and walked away through the window.

Miss Zhang turned to Meng Zihao, who was sleeping on the lotus flower, with tears in her eyes, and the water prison was originally as eerie and terrifying as hell, but because of the dustless lotus Buddha light, the water prison became very warm.

The fragrance of lotus flowers filled the entire hut, and each petal glowed with a soft reddish glow, like a flickering candle in a cave room.

"Miss——, Miss——," Meng Zihao called softly again, his voice full of anxiety.

Meng Zihao really had a deep affection for himself, and he was tortured like hell by this grievance, without the slightest complaint, and he kept calling for himself in a deep coma.

Miss Zhang was moved, heartbroken, tears flowed out at once, whoever said that if you become a ghost, you will be angry, people are afraid of seeing it, and you will ask for your life when you appear in the yang world.

Ghosts are all human, and like humans, they have feelings, and they can shed tears.

Miss Zhang hurriedly floated to the lotus flower and squatted down gently beside Meng Zihao.

Miss Zhang stretched out her cold jade hand to hold Meng Zihao's hands, staring at Meng Zihao's stubborn and slightly thin face with slightly frowning brows, tears pouring down and dripping into Meng Zihao's mouth.

Meng Zihao's chapped lips moved slightly, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the tears that fell on Miss Zhang's mouth.

Suddenly, there was a shout, "Miss, Miss." Then he opened his eyes and sat up.

When Miss Zhang saw that Meng Zihao was awake, she immediately threw herself into Meng Zihao's arms with open arms, and choked up, "Zihao, you have suffered——。 ”

At first, Meng Zihao hadn't reacted yet, and he stared at it for a while, and the gentle and peerless beauty in front of him was really Miss Zhang.

Meng Zihao hesitantly stretched out his hands and gently stroked Miss Zhang's face, which was as moist as jade, but it was a real touch, except that it was a little cold.

A line of tears flowed from Meng Zihao's eyes, regardless of whether it was in a dream or where, whether Miss Zhang was a human or a ghost, the bones and tendons of her hands and feet were picked, why she didn't feel pain, and she could still use these things normally.

Now in front of Meng Zihao, it is indeed Miss Zhang, who is as affectionate as the ocean to herself.

Meng Zihao hugged Miss Zhang into his arms, and said that the man would not flick if he had tears, but at this moment, Meng Zihao was in tears, and only called softly, "Lan——, Lan——, where is this, why are you here, are we all dead." ”

Miss Zhang choked up and said, "Zihao, you are not dead, if you die, wouldn't you be accused of committing suicide for fear of sin, and this grievance will never be redressed, so I invited a fairy with high mana, and she saved you." “