The old woman shook her head, patted Meng Xi's hand and said, "Girl, you don't have to comfort the old man, this is our choice, go ahead." ”

I thought that Qingyunjian must be a good place, but after listening to the old woman's words, my impression of it was extremely bad.

Just imagine, if a strong enemy comes and can't find Qingyun Stream, the safety of the people in the town will be unpredictable.

Meng Xi was in a complicated mood, she held the token tightly and looked at the mountain peaks to the west.

After a long time, he said goodbye to the old woman and turned into a butterfly and flew to the west.

She didn't know that after she left, the old woman's wrinkled skin slowly became bright and bright, and her gray hair became pitch black. An old woman with an old dragon bell has turned into a beautiful and dignified woman!

Pedestrians on the road, vendors setting up stalls on the street, and after seeing the woman's real body, they gathered and knelt down: "Welcome Lord Meng Ling!" ”

Meng Ling turned around, and the bell on the hem of her skirt jingled with her movements, this lively little object was very incompatible with her serious countenance.

But at this time, no one dared to laugh out loud, because to them, ordinary gods, Meng Ling was the real god in their hearts.

She looked at the hundreds of people quietly, and said calmly, "No courtesy." Then he turned into a streamer and dissipated into the sky.

"Congratulations to Lord Meng Ling!"

After Meng Ling left, the gods and people suddenly exploded, Meng Ling is a goddess guarding the mountain, it is rare to see it in a thousand years, I don't want them to see the true face of the goddess today, it's really exciting!

I wondered in my heart, since Meng Ling appeared very rarely, how did the gods and people know that she was the goddess of the mountain?

Just as I was wondering, a golden light quickly shot into the crowd, and after a while, a pale golden figure appeared in front of me.

I think he has a bit of a good face, as if he has seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

At this time, the figure spoke: "We have lived under the Qingyun Stream for generations, and it is our mission to protect the Qingyun Stream. Lord Meng Ling is our god, and as long as she uses magic in the town, we can sense her. ”

As the words fell, the figure turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated in front of my eyes. That's when I remembered, isn't this the vendor who sells small things on the street!

I can't imagine that "Floating Life" still has this effect, what if I use this method to read the memory of Sister Meng Po?

"No." Just as I was delighted in my thoughts, a familiar voice sounded in my ears, and I was stunned, and when I came back to my senses, it was already pitch black.

Reaching out to my eyes, I found a thick strip of cloth, and my dream control was forcibly suspended!

I was in a very bad mood and said coldly, "Stinky monk, what do you mean?" ”

I couldn't see the floating expression, only his calm words: "The donor's idea is too dangerous, and the poor monk brought the donor out for the good of the donor." ”

"Huh." I sneered, "For my good? I don't think you can see anything wrong with this broken book! How do you know what is on my mind? ”

I wanted to read the memories of Sister Meng Po's thoughts, but I didn't act or say it, and he must have known what I was thinking, even if he stopped me.

At that moment, I felt like I had been violated. What a terrible thing it is to be able to easily read what you think and think!