"Hmm." Xiaomei nodded very calmly, and stroked her wrist very lovingly: "I chose it myself, and I can't complain about others."

Having said that, it is basically said that it is open, and there is no need to hide it.

"Tell me?"

"Long story short." Xiaomei put down her chopsticks and said calmly, "Because the Gu in my body doesn't belong to me, if I want to completely tame it, there are two ways."

"One is to take Mapo grass for life, so that there will be no change in Gu."

"So......" I already know the ending, "you chose the second option."

"Yes."

When she looked at me, there was an unprecedented firmness in her eyes: "The second way is to let you merge with Gu."

"To put it simply, I eat its molt first, and then feed her with my blood, so it's me and I'm it."

What Xiaomei said is so mysterious that it sounds like nonsense.

But there are no wonders in the world, and I can only say that I am lonely and unheard.

"Her molt is highly poisonous, and it will be disfiguring if eaten." The corners of Xiaomei's mouth rose slightly: "But I inherited part of Gu's power!"

I understood everything, and I didn't have the heart to eat at all: "The best years of a girl's life are your age, and now you have ruined your face and changed your so-called strength, right?"

"Is it worth it?"

"Zifei fish." She looked at me with a smile, "How do you know the joy of fish?"

Xiaomei straightened up and said, "Azan confiscated my phone and gave me a day to think."

"What do you want to understand?"

"Didn't figure anything out." She looked at me very calmly, "But I remembered my original intention to study medicine, and I think that the driving force behind people's survival comes from a sense of achievement, and I prefer to save lives rather than draw eyebrows and eyes."

Speaking of which, I'm also a little speechless.

After a long silence, I nodded, "Okay, respect you."

Not judging other people's choices from your own point of view is the greatest kindness.

Xiaomei leaned into my ear like she was nobody, and whispered to the one behind me, "Look at this old man behind you."

Judging from his age, the old man behind me was at least 70 years old, sitting alone at the table, with only a plate of peanuts and beans in front of him, holding half a glass of liquor in one hand, trembling and sending it to his mouth.

Before the glass touched his lips, half of it had already spilled out.

I withdrew my gaze and whispered, "You don't want to cure this wine putty?"

"Why not?"

I asked, "How long?"

"Ten minutes!"

Xiaomei's determination makes me a little suspicious, Gu art is indeed magical, and it is also a first-class existence in modern Miao Village.

But it is indeed a bit unrealistic to say that ten minutes can cure a wine putty.

Xiaomei wrapped the scarf on her face, and there was a light in her eyes: "Do you want to gamble?"

"Take a gamble!"

She got up, picked up the little cloth bag she had at hand, walked around my table, and sat down at the old man's table.

I didn't follow, just moved to a better position with a better line of sight.

It was a little far away, and I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could see that the wrinkles on the old man's face were all gathered together, and the smile was bright.

A few minutes later, the old man had put his wrist on the table and let Mei fiddle with it.

I looked at the time, and it had just passed three minutes.

I'm also interested, and I want to see what kind of state Xiaomei said about inheritance.

Time passed little by little, and in the ninth minute, Xiaomei suddenly looked at me.

I looked at her for a few seconds, and then I also sat down next to Xiaomei.

Xiaomei seemed to deliberately want to perform for me, and waited for me to pass before she spoke: "Uncle, I'm done with what I should have said."

"Go ahead and drink."

From my point of view, I didn't see any difference in the old man, and there was no change in the trembling hands.

The old man still pressed the wine glass to his lips with great difficulty, and as soon as he swallowed the pale yellow wine, the old man's throat twitched a few times, and then he vomited endlessly.

I looked at Xiaomei suspiciously, and whispered, "This can't spit people to death?"

"Don't worry." Xiaomei's face couldn't hide her smugness: "As long as he doesn't drink in the future, promise not to vomit."

At this time, the old man also stood up straight, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the wine glass incredulously: "Why are you so sassy?"

Xiaomei smiled and leaned back, as if she had forgotten the scar on her face: "Master, you lost."

"Okay, good, I'm losing."

I glanced back at the old man and said with a smile, "I want to lose the bet, say, what do you want?"

"I want you to take me with you forever!" Mei's tone became more and more firm: "I mean, no matter what the situation, take me with you."