Xiao Ling raised his claws and waved them in the air, and waved them again, like holding a crystal sugar gourd. Mu Ningjiu's index finger was a little, and the bubble suddenly became larger, enveloping Xiao Ling. The bubble seems to be extremely resilient, and it can't be broken no matter how little spirit scratches it; The wind carried the spirit and flew along the riverside.

Although he was born in the valley, Xiao Ling had never overlooked the Tianshui line from this angle, so he felt very novel.

Xiao Ling was looking at it happily, and suddenly there was a "pop", and the bubble burst. It screamed, closed its eyes in horror and curled into a ball, but it couldn't stop its vertical fall. Mu Ningjiu's right hand formed a spiritual power net, and as soon as he collected it, Xiao Ling was in the palm of his hand. She rubbed her nose against it and teased:

"You, you, you're still so daring. If you continue like this, no other critters will want to play with you in the future. ”

Mu Ningjiu put Xiao Ling into his cloak and jumped over the pebbles in the stream with his bare feet. The sun shone on her flying blonde hair, and her red lips hooked slightly:

"Let's go, go find the teacher."

At the end of the creek is a cliff filled with white mist, and the bottom of it is impossible to see its bottom. The summer breeze is blowing, and the clothes are fluttering. She closed her eyes softly, and her expression was calm; Stretch out your hands and leap forward, like a wild goose soaring in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, as soon as she stretched out her right hand, a steady stream of light blue spiritual power formed a silk-like dense net under her body, buffering the falling speed and catching her steadily. And the surrounding scene has quietly changed:

The soft spirit grass shone with a soft light, spreading out in all directions from the square altar in the center; Stepping on it is like walking in a cloud. The towering spirit trees shaded the sunlight, illuminated the dim with a faint glow powder, swaying gently, and the rhythm of the whole world seemed to slow down. The wind carries a vague fragrance, which makes people unable to catch it, but it lingers in the nose for a long time.

Mu Ningjiu walked through the moon-white path with ease, passed through the tree hole, and came to a wide flat land. This is the valley of Tianshui, a place where animals gather. At this time, countless animals have already gathered. Sitting on a high place is a white tiger king; His blue eyes shone with unquestionable majesty, and the coldness around him made people afraid to approach.

When she saw him, she arched her hand slightly, and a crisp voice sounded: "Teacher." The surrounding animals all turned their heads and saw Mu Ningjiu wearing a white silk skirt and a black cloak. The Tiger King walked down from the height and let out a low roar from the depths of his throat. Suddenly, the surrounding spirit deer, spirit horse, and spirit leopard ...... All bowed their heads slightly and signaled to Mu Ningjiu.

"Your Highness the Princess." For a while, those adult spiritual creatures were in unison, and their voices resounded through the sky.

"Well, let's excuse me." Mu Ning Jiudao followed the Tiger King into a door made of spiritual power, that is, a place of cultivation. The water lilies of all colors bloomed very well, much larger than people, floating in a pool of spiritual power with deep blue light and shadow.

"Teacher, do you still continue to meditate today?" Mu Ningjiu asked the Tiger King with his head sideways.

"No, your basic spiritual power has been cultivated, and now you are stuck in the bottleneck, so it is difficult to improve your spiritual power." He paused, and said in a deep and serious voice: "You need actual combat drills to break through." When Mu Ningjiu heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "What is a combat drill?" ”

"Fall asleep." As soon as the words fell, Mu Ningjiu felt that he was thrown into a yellow lotus flower by the spiritual power set off by the Tiger King, and the lotus gradually closed; On his wrist, the Dream Soul suddenly flashed with a pale blue light. She closed her eyes as she felt herself in a huge vortex of memory, the images around her rapidly receding like a movie. What are they?

In the void, the voice of the Tiger King came:

"Remember, the purpose of this trip is to help you overcome your demons. Powerful illusionists must not be found to have psychological weaknesses in their fights. Otherwise, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, as long as the opponent catches this weakness, it will collapse in an instant. Mu Ningjiu's heart was shocked: If this illusion is so powerful, how can it not control people's minds?

As if hearing what Mu Ningjiu was thinking, the Tiger King said:

"Illusion, after all, is based on the human brain. The human brain is like a huge loom, and what we see and hear in our daily life is colorful dyed cloth. The clothes that are woven depend on the operation of the loom; And dreams depend on the organization and cooperation of the human brain. When Mu Ningjiu heard this, his heart couldn't help but suddenly brighten: In this way, isn't the level of this illusion a test of the psychological tactics of both sides? It's just in a different form.

When she opened her eyes, she was already sitting on a purple leather sofa. She looked at her shrunken hands and the magnificent decoration around her, and smiled bitterly, with mixed emotions in her heart: I didn't expect it...... After all these years, she will return to the original point, where it all began.

"Click" "Click"

The door to the living room suddenly opened, and although she knew what was going to happen next, she couldn't help but panic in her heart. A woman dressed in a black professional suit, wearing a watch worth tens of millions of dollars, rubbing expensive imported cosmetics, stepped on eight or nine centimeters of high heels. Immediately, a group of maids gathered around to change her clothes and shoes. She glanced at Mu Ningjiu with emotionless eyes and did not stop at all. Mu Ningjiu's heart was filled with pain, and he wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't control his body.

Why? Why can't you move?

She felt like a soul living in this body, feeling the joys and sorrows of the owner of the body, but also having her own thoughts and feelings.

Her heart trembled slightly: Could it be that the so-called overcoming of the demons in her heart is to let her experience all this again?

The body walked uncontrollably towards the woman, who, the owner of the body, handed over a small pink card in her hand, the woman frowned impatiently, motioned for the maid beside her to take it, and then left her, walked to the window without saying a word and made a call.

"Your financial statements ...... last month"

Today is her birthday.

"Knock knock" Mu Ningjiu suddenly raised his head, and what caught his eye was a pair of black leather shoes that had been polished and reflected, trousers that were so straight that there was no trace of wrinkles, a tie that was impeccably tied, and the same expressionless face.

Scold...... If it weren't for her, they would be a match made in heaven.

Well, then, I wish you well.

Hasn't it always been like this, and what does everything have to do with her?

Her soul rampaged through that young body, trying to break free from the shackles, but couldn't. She still had to go through those painful ordeals. Her heart had fallen into the abyss, and she heard herself speak, with the only remaining hope:

"You ...... tonight" Before the words fell, he was interrupted by the secretary next to him, "General manager, I have prepared the meeting materials for this morning overnight, please take a look." He took the paper, and it blew before her eyes like a cold wind, stingy with his glance. Those eyes can only see people and things with commercial value, but she is not.

Cold words, formulaic processes, and responses that you know you don't have, why do you have to try again and again? The heart is trampled on, healed; Trample again, heal. But can the torn heart still beat normally...... Mu Ningjiu felt the sadness and pain of this body, and his heart, which had long been numb, was still irrepressibly contracted by pain: didn't he care anymore? Why does it still hurt......

She dragged her heavy body and tired heart, closed her eyes and let herself sink into the big bed. It's dark in front of me, what's wrong with the owner of this body? Mu Ningjiu was in a closed space, and the memories of her previous life being locked in the black box suddenly poured out like a flood, and the suppressed feeling of suffocation made her mind chaotic and unable to think. That woman, that man, what did she take for her? An irrelevant stranger? Why is there never a reflection of her in their eyes? Those two words symbolizing the bond of their relationship were nothing more than waste that she would never need......

"Daddy!"

"Mother!"

"Hey, good Jiu'er......"

The dialogue is shallow, like a dream.

The surging black memories suddenly stopped, and a ribbon of memory floated out of nowhere, illuminating the otherwise dim space. Mu Ningjiu raised his head, his eyes were confused: Who is it? I... Who are you calling? Her trembling hand grabbed the flying memory. Suddenly, Musclaire's face clearly appeared in his mind. She clutched the memory tightly to her chest, afraid that it would disappear at some point.

So wonderful...... Although unreal... But she still wanted to have it.

"Jiu'er." It's so clear that it's ringing in your ears. She smiled mockingly: Mu Ningjiu, Mu Ningjiu, look at you, you are really greedy...... Isn't it enough to dream about them?

"Jiu'er."

"Jiu'er."

"Jiu'er."

A sound, extremely real, her heart trembled, her eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at the two people standing by the bed in disbelief, stunned. Without warning, tears slipped out of his eyes and spread across the sheets. She felt the wetness on her face with hindsight, and her eyes did not blink; I'm afraid that in the next moment, the two in front of me will come to naught.

"Daddy... Mother—" Her eyes were red, and she choked up so much that she couldn't say anything else, and she got up and threw herself into their arms. That kind of real warmth made her finally can't help it and cry.

For countless days and nights, she wanted to muster up the courage to ask the couple why they couldn't sit down, have a meal like a normal family, or even, just say a few simple greetings? But those calls from nowhere, but they don't give her a chance, endless......

Hate? She often asked herself.

If there is no love, where is the hate?

It's just that in her last life, she couldn't understand what they were to her.

......

And in this life, those things don't matter anymore.

Looking up from her embrace, the tears in Mu Ningjiu's eyes were no longer there, she held Musclaire's hand tightly, and felt the heat coming from her palm. She ran downstairs, looked up past the woman, and stepped into the brightened void, catching a glimpse of the stunned that flashed across her machine-like face. She pursed her lips and didn't glance at them.

The wind rose and blew away the past that had saddened the little girl for many days and nights.

Never again, my feelings,

It's not for memorial service.

You and I,

from now on

It's like a stranger.