Min Qingrou finished freshening up, and coincidentally asked someone to bring breakfast in, Min Qingrou sat down at the table in the small hall, and saw a table full of delicious mutton therapeutic meals, and suddenly looked dish.

Reluctantly, he raised his chopsticks and ate a few bites, but he couldn't eat any more, so he put down his chopsticks, looked at the table full of dishes with some dejection, and said: "Alas!

"Don't be discouraged, master, this is just the beginning. In fact, some dishes of this mutton are not very fatty. You don't believe you taste this soup, this one doesn't have any taste!"

Coincidentally, a bowl of soup was held in front of Min Qingrou in person, and you took it gently and reluctantly, and you couldn't drink it anymore after drinking a small half bowl of wine. I always feel that there is something in my throat, and it is uncomfortably tight.

Somehow, as soon as she saw these mutton dishes, she remembered the piece of half-cooked mutton with blood streaks that Situ Yue was carrying, which made her can't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

Back in the paddock, she had learned how much Situ Yue loved mutton.

At that time, he always liked to tease her, especially to bring some half-cooked roast lamb to her, which made her glare.

In a trance, she remembered the old things again.

In the haze, she walked in the darkness. There seemed to be a little fire in front of her, luring her closer and closer.

As she drew closer, she saw that it was a campfire, and beside the fire was a man half-crouching, holding a leg of lamb roasting.

The mutton was only roasted for five medium-rare, and a faint fishy smell mixed with the aroma of meat wafted over.

Dugu Tianyue raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose and stopped. She has always hated the smell of blood, and she is also insensitive to the smell of mutton when it is undercooked. But as she was about to lift her legs and leave, the man suddenly looked up and smiled at her, and by the light of the bonfire, she saw a handsome and extraordinary face.

"What's the matter? You who yearn for the lonely smoke of the desert, you can't even adapt to the ordinary food of the desert people, how can you live that free life?"

With a hint of provocative teasing, Dugu Tianyue's footsteps turned back.

"If you want to live a free life, you don't have to drink blood. These are two different things, and they don't conflict, do they?

Dugu Tianyue walked to the fire and squatted down, but she still covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, hiding as far away from the roast mutton.

A trace of inexplicable smile appeared in the eyes of Situ Yue, the king of Qi, and then said: "Yes, Miss Tingyue does not eat the fireworks of the world, eats the fragrance of books when she is hungry, and drinks the dew between flowers when she is thirsty.

"Situ Yue!" Dugu Tianyue was extremely angry for a while, stood up and stomped his feet hatefully.

"What do you have any advice?" Situ Yue raised a harmless face.

This person swears without swearing, and is really hateful!

Dugu Tingyue didn't know why she wanted to stay, stay and breathe the same air with this nasty guy!

Thinking of this, she turned her head and was about to leave, but she was suddenly grabbed by Situ Yue's wrist, and then, a bloodshot roast leg of lamb stretched out in front of her, and a face that was particularly ill-intentioned under the light of the bonfire.

"To be hungry is to seek food, and to be full is to give up the surplus. This is the real life of leisure, Miss Tilting Moon, I am working on this! Since you and I have the same goal, why don't we sit down and discuss it together?"

"Who...... Same goal as you?" Dugu Tianyue resisted the urge to revolt and raised her hand to shake off Situ Yue's clamps.

"Isn't it? Miss Tilting Moon pursues a chic and freehand life, but all of this is based on filling your stomach, come on! When you get used to drinking blood, that freehand life will naturally come to hand!"

Situ Yue was not annoyed by Dugu Tianyue's resistance, took out a dagger, neatly cut off a piece of bloodshot mutton, and sent it to her mouth with the tip of the knife.

"Situ Yue, you savage! vomit ......."

Dugu Tianyue couldn't hold back any longer, pushed away Situ Yue's hand, and fled.

"Hahaha......" Situ Yue's hateful laughter came from behind him.

Dugu Tianyue ran forward vigorously, but for some reason, the faint smell of fish always lingered on her side, so clear, like a brand that could not be washed away......

"Master, what's wrong with you, master?"

The coincidental cry brought Min Qingrou back to reality.

Min Qingrou sighed faintly and said, "Coincidentally, go and bring the decoction!"

Min Qingrou got up from the table, leaned lazily on the chaise longue, and instructed Yuan Qiaodao.

"Decoction?" Yuan Qiao was stunned. "What decoction?"

Min Qingrou looked at Yuan Qiao with a smile and said, "Yuan Qiao, are you stupid? Of course it's the tonic sent by Miaoling, the tonic soup I must drink every day!"

"Ah, yes!"

Yuan Qiao patted the door of his head, and suddenly realized: "The master didn't say that the slave and maid have forgotten! You have just used the diet therapy in the past two days, and you can't swallow it all day, and the slave and maid see that you are really uncomfortable, so they take the initiative to cut off the decoction temporarily! Master, do you want to drink it now? If you can't drink it, don't force it, it's not a big deal if the tonic is only broken for a few days!"

"Go and get someone to boil it! Min Qingrou sighed, "You go down!" I'll squint alone for a while. ”

"Master, let's go and lie down on the bed!" said Yuan Qiao.

"No, I'll get up after a while. Min Qingrou lazily shrunk her feet onto the chaise longue with her hands on her forehead.

Coincidentally, he had no choice but to take a thick velvet blanket and cover Min Qingrou on his body, and then called the two little maids to remove the meal. Exited the room and closed the door gently.

Min Qingrou lay on her side on the couch, closed her eyes and rested for a long time before suppressing the feeling of nausea in her chest. I suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't lift my spirits, and in less than a moment, I fell asleep in a trance.

In her dream, she came to a starry lawn. The dark canopy of the sky is full of stars, dazzling and dazzling.

An old man with white hair and white robes, sitting under the starry sky, looking up at the starry sky, stroked his long white beard, seemed to be muttering something.

Min Qingrou's embroidered shoes rustled on the grass, and the white-haired old man soon spotted her and smiled back at her.

"Bi Su, you're finally here!"

"Are you calling me?" Min Qingrou didn't know why, but she still walked over and stood in front of the old man.

The white-haired old man patted the grass beside him, motioned for Min Qingrou to sit down, and then said with a smile: "I don't call you, is there anyone else here?" I thought it would take a while to see you, but I didn't expect you to come so soon!"

"Are you waiting for me? Why? Wait, no, I don't know you, how do you know me? How do you know I'm coming? Ah, no, how did I get here? Where the hell is this? Am I dreaming?"

Min Qingrou looked around in disbelief, and then fixed her gaze on the white-haired old man.

"Who the hell are you, old man, what are you waiting for me here?"

The white-haired old man stroked his long beard, and did not answer Min Qingrou's question, but said meaningfully: "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies! The white tiger has fallen into the devil because of you, and the way of heaven has reversed, and I am afraid that a catastrophe will come to the world!

The white-haired old man said, pointing to the western sky, and said softly to Min Qing, who looked ignorant: "That is the White Tiger Constellation, you see that its originally peaceful soft light has faintly carried a bit of black aura, and the cold light emitted by the White Tiger Constellation has covered a large number of stars around it, which is better than the Southern Vermilion Bird!"

"So what? Old man, I don't understand the astrology, can you please make it clear?"

Min Qingrou looked at the white tiger constellation that radiated bright stars in the sky, and asked with some confusion.

The white-haired old man sighed lightly, pointed to the most dazzling star in the White Tiger Constellation, and said, "Have you seen it? That is your guardian star, although it is dazzling now, it has a hidden black evil aura, echoing the evil aura of the White Tiger Nakshatra, and has formed a great evil image!"

"My guardian star, then why does my guardian star have a black aura?"

Min Qingrou asked in surprise.

"The so-called relationship is born from the heart, and this is also the purpose of my summoning you! Do not force everything, changing your life against the sky will only bring great disaster!"

"I don't understand the old man?" Min Qingrou frowned and looked at the white-haired old man, only to feel that the first sentence in his words was mysterious but incomprehensible.

"I can't tell you too much, I can only remind you, so you can do it yourself! Think twice before acting, don't be reckless and impulsive!"

"Who are you, old man, and what do you mean by the stars in the sky?"

Min Qingrou couldn't help but ask.

"Bi Su, don't you still understand? The White Tiger is not the fate of Zhengxing, and changing his life against the sky will make him fall into a place of no return! You have to think clearly, what to do!"

The white-haired old man sighed again, and that sigh seemed to contain too much worry and helplessness.

"White Tiger Star, who is White Tiger Star, what does it have to do with me, why did he never recover? What do you want me to think about?"

Min Qingrou became more and more confused, and she didn't understand what the old man was talking about.

"Alas, Bi Su, you are in the bureau at this time, and the authorities are confused, I hope you can sober up as soon as possible! Don't wait until you make a big mistake to regret it!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Old man, can you make it clear?"

Min Qingrou became more and more suspicious, and asked vigorously.

But the white-haired old man just shook his head and sighed, "I've leaked enough, I can't say more! For the sake of my disciple, I will lose ten years of life, and you must do it yourself!"

The white-haired old man didn't wait for Min Qingrou to continue to say anything, and with a wave of his wide sleeved robe, Min Qingrou flew up lightly, getting farther and farther away from the white-haired old man and the grass.

"Ahh

The feeling of weightlessness came, and after a whirlwind, Min Qingrou woke up from her dream with relish.

She gasped, as if she hadn't recovered from the scene in her dream.

How could she have such a dream? Who was the white-haired old man in the dream?

Is he a god, or a ghost, or just an alien with Taoism?

Since her rebirth, Min Qingrou no longer doubts that there are many bizarre things in this world. Even if someone told her now that there were gods in the heavens and evil spirits on the earth, she would not be half surprised.

She carefully recalled the scene in the dream, but she only remembered the worried eyes of the white-haired old man, and she vaguely forgot a little bit of what she had said.

He seems to call her Bi Su, and what else does he say that the White Tiger Star will never recover? Let her do it for herself? But what does this have to do with her?

Who exactly is the White Tiger Star referring to, and why did the white-haired old man advise her like this?

Who is the old man, and why does he know about her?

All this carried a heavy fog, which made her fall into a deep confusion! An inexplicable fear could not help but rise in her heart, like the white-haired old man's sentence of 'good self-doing' like a hammer hitting her heart!