Fanwai—Meng Yi 7

Meng Yi's eyelids jumped.

- Isn't this man dead?

Or did that little girl resurrect this feudal emperor at her own expense?!

A realistic version of The Mummy III?!

Meng Yi stepped on the accelerator and walked in the direction guided by the sound, but his brain was running rapidly.

First of all, it is the twenty-first century, not the pre-Qin era, the Great Qin has been dead for more than 2,000 years, and even if this feudal emperor is resurrected and reborn with his terracotta warriors, it will be difficult to reach the peak of power.

Hot weapons and cold weapons are dimensionality reduction strikes, and he and his terracotta warriors cannot be opponents of modern weapons.

Of course, the emperor and Qin soldiers who can sweep the six-in-one and dominate the world are powerful at the same time or even beyond the times, and their resurrection will paralyze a certain area, which is a great challenge to the emergency management of local cities and the mobilization ability of grassroots personnel.

Secondly, since this feudal emperor opened his mouth to guide him, it means that although the little girl is dead, she should still be saved, otherwise with the arrogance of this feudal emperor who is an ant from him down, it is impossible to condescend to speak to him as a provincial cadre.

- She's still saved.

Meng Yi's eyes narrowed lightly, and he decisively stepped on the accelerator to death.

The car sped down a maze of roads.

"She's been looking for you."

Meng Yi said, "If you're still alive, why don't you contact her?" ”

But the deep and majestic voice did not answer his question, but only mechanically repeated the direction of the direction, as if the voice was not made by a living object, but an instinctive consciousness was guiding, because he felt that he could save her, so he subconsciously took him to her?

Meng Yi's brows moved slightly.

- A genius like Zhang Han can't save her, but as an ordinary person, he can?

"How can I save her?"

Hardly any hesitation, Meng Yi asked the voice.

The voice still didn't answer him, and continued to point the way, "Turn right." ”

Meng Yi hit the steering wheel right, "You tell me, how can I save her, do you want me to collect her body?" ”

The voice of the guide paused slightly.

The word "corpse" seemed to stimulate some kind of procedure, and after a brief pause in the deep and majestic voice, the voice was a little cool, "She won't die." ”

"She's dead."

Meng Yi sneered, "So, are you asking me to collect her body?" ”

"She's not dead."

The voice repeated the words, "She'll live well." ”

Meng Yi, who has an excellent temper, was a little irritable, "She didn't live well at all, she has been trapped in meetings by things from the past." ”

"She doesn't want a good future and a bright future, she just wants her father and her Daqin."

"As her father, since you are alive, why don't you contact her?"

"Why don't you persuade her to give up these ethereal dreams and live in the present and enjoy the future?"

Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Zheng's eyes were slightly dark, "What is an ethereal dream?" ”

"Eleven's obsession is never a mirror and an ethereal one."

"You see that she is obsessed with becoming a demon, no one or a ghost, and wants her to let it go

Give up everything she insists on and embrace the so-called future, but in her heart, her future is her obsession. ”

"Zi Fei Fish, how do you know the joy of fish?"

"You are not her, how do you know how bright her persistence is?"

Meng Yi's eyelids jumped slightly.

- This is a refutation.

Ironically, however, he couldn't find the words to refute the feudal emperor.

"What she is doing is as meaningful as the revitalization of your township to protect the people."

Ying Zheng's voice was slow.

Meng Yi grabbed the steering wheel.

"Perhaps."

Meng Yi was noncommittal, "In your opinion, the world without Great Qin and you has no meaning to you. ”

"But in my opinion, some things are in the past."

"Holding on to the past is a kind of torture for the present self."

"I don't want her to be tortured."

Meng Yi's voice was low, "Such a good little girl shouldn't be cocooned and bound by herself and be ridiculous all her life." ”

"She's never ridiculous."

Ying Zheng's eyebrows were slightly raised.

Meng Yi didn't answer again.

He was never a good debating man, not to mention that his debates were completely meaningless.

The little girl insisted on socialism as he did, and if his country was about to collapse, he would not hesitate to stop it by all means.

One patriotism cannot accuse another patriotism of madness and love for his country.

- Yes, he understands the little girl's obsession with becoming a demon as patriotism.

Under the guidance of the voice, Meng Yi finally found the entrance to Zhang Han's office.

It's a very modern but extremely classical existence, with traditional formations combined with face scanning, which has a very much cinematic taste of silk punk.

Meng Yi got out of the car and looked up at the infrared scanner, "You can control the face scanner—"

"Smack!"

The infrared scan light suddenly collapsed.

A shrill siren sounded.

The corners of Meng Yi's mouth twitched slightly.

- Sure enough, you can't look at these people with normal thinking.

The scanner was destroyed, the bulletproof glass door was opened, and Meng Yi ran quickly inside according to Ying Zheng's instructions.

As Zhang Han's proud work, the terrain here is extremely complicated, even if there is Yingzheng's guidance, Meng Yi has spent a lot of effort from the entrance to Zhang Han's office, and when he comes to Zhang Han's office after all the hardships, the always bright and tidy public official is disgraced at this time, his sleeves and pants are torn, and there are many abrasions on his body, he has no time to deal with these injuries, and limps open the office door.

The innermost operation room was empty.

Zhang Han, who goes out on a daily basis, is not there, and even Sima Xin, who is guarding the operation room 24 hours a day, is not there.

Something is very wrong.

- That's not the way they do things in their department.

According to the tradition of their department, even if the sky falls, someone must be in the operation room.

"Zhang Han can't come back in a short time, Sima Xin is guarding Xiao Eleven's body."

Ying Zheng said, "Press the green button to talk to Sima Xin." ”

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Yi raised his hand and pressed the button, "Why do you know so much?" ()”

Ying Zheng didn't answer.

The operation screen was suddenly opened, and a frightened Sima Xin appeared on the screen, who are you? How did you break in?!? ()? [()”

"Meng Yi."

Meng Yi reported to his home, "Don't ask me how I got in, what happened?" How can I help you? ”

"It turned out to be you, it scared me to death."

Sima Xin's hand left the watch, raised his hand to take off his glasses, "Don't do anything, I'll control the console remotely." ”

"Professor He needs someone to guard here, and I'll have the machine send you over."

"After coming over silently, I went to the central control room, there seems to be something wrong with Zhang Han, and I can't contact him now."

Meng Yi frowned slightly.

He followed Sima Xin's guidance, walked into the elevator, the mobile phone did not have any signal in an instant, as if it was blocked by the whole world, he stuffed the mobile phone into his pocket, closed his eyes to feel the silence around him, and then opened his mouth in a cloud of silence, "You are not the feudal emperor I learned in history, but the emperor of the world she created." ”

"You sensed her danger, so you used strange methods to contact my world and ask me to save her?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, "You're smart, but you guessed wrong." ”

"None of us can save her, only she can save her."

"My eleven is far more powerful than you think."

Meng Yi's eyelids lifted slightly.

- The common disease of feudal emperors, conceited and stubborn.

If he is useless, then why did this feudal emperor show him the way?

Meng Yi was taken by an elevator to a door.

Sima Xin in the central control room was already operating the machine, the closed door was opened, Meng Yi picked up the glasses that Sima Xin asked him to take before he came down, put on the glasses and walked in.

He didn't see the corpse of Professor He as he imagined, but saw a little spark, very faint, so weak that he couldn't see it at all if he didn't look closely, as if the room was reflecting, scattered around one by one.

- She doesn't even have the ability to maintain her own shape.

"That's what you call she's strong?"

Meng Yi walked up to Xinghuo and stretched out his hand to Xinghuo.

As if sensing his presence, Starfire took the initiative to jump on his fingertips, a little hot when it fell, but it was completely bearable, and Xinghuo, who took the initiative to jump up, seemed to enjoy it, comfortably hugging him, absorbing the temperature of his fingertips.

He could vaguely see a light flowing.

Teleported from his body to his fingertips, and then from his fingertips to Starfire's body, the faint light of the fire swayed gently, as if it was better than the situation that would be extinguished at any time just now.

"Yes, she's strong."

"Because she is strong, she will not cause any harm to you, otherwise you would have been a dead man now."

"No one can carry the power he carries without harming others after he dies."

"But my daughter, L, can."

Meng Yi's movements paused slightly.

In a trance, he somewhat understood why this little girl was able to come back from the dead, and why she was able to survive the long years and become an extremely powerful existence.

- God may never

() male, but kind and angular, gentle and tenacious, will surely find the direction she adheres to.

"Eleven. ()”

Meng Yi said softly, what you insist on is indeed meaningful.? ()_[(()”

"Come back."

"Your Father is waiting for you."

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In the Great Qin Temple, the woman kneeling on the brocade carpet slowly opened her eyes.

"Something is wrong with the lone ear?"

King Qin Zhaoxiang said, "Gu seems to have heard Xiao Mengyi's voice. ”

King Qin Wu said, "There is nothing wrong with your ears, it is indeed Xiao Mengyi's voice." ”

"It's not our little Meng Yi, it's the little Meng Yi of another world?"

King Qin Zhaoxiang pondered for a moment, and his gaze fell on the woman, "He's telling you to go back?" ”

"You really should go back."

King Xiang of Qin Zhuang looked at the woman, "Do you know how to go back?" ”

The woman shook her head.

After a while, she looked up at the previous Qin kings, seeing that they were young or old, their expressions were different but they were all full of concern, her eyes lit slightly, and she nodded slowly, "Maybe, I know." ”

"How do I get back?"

As soon as her voice fell, King Qin Wu couldn't wait to speak.

She got up and stretched out her hand to the Qin kings of the past dynasties, "Ancestors and ancestors, please lend your strength to Eleven and Eleven." ”

"Eleven—it's time to go back."

The Qin kings were slightly stunned.

- What power can they have in a group of people who have long since died?

The kings looked at each other.

King Qin Zhaoxiang was the first to react, "Lonely is King Qin Zhaoxiang, Ji." ”

"In the name of King Qin Zhaoxiang, I bless the descendants of the Ying family to live a long life, and Fu Lu Kangtai."

The other kings spoke—

"Lone is King Wu of Qin—"

"The widow is Qin Xiaogong—"

"Lone is the king of Qin Zhuang Xiang-"

"Lone is King Qin Huiwen—"

Countless beams of light fell on the woman.

The brilliance flowed, and the woman's body became transparent little by little.

"Eleven, go live your own life."

"The brightest pearl of Daqin, no matter where you are, will be dazzling and shining."

·

Meng Yi's fingertips sparked suddenly.

The sparks seemed to be infused with countless sparkling lights, illuminating the surroundings as if they were daylight in an instant.

The light was so dazzling that Meng Yi couldn't open his eyes, he raised his hand to block the light, and between his fingers, the light seemed to be slowly converging to a humanoid appearance.

Meng Yi immediately removed his hand.

Not seemingly, but indeed.

Countless flashes of light are circulating, colorful and magnificent.

Huaguang depicts the outline of the human body, followed by the hands and feet, the contours of the face, and the extremely long hair.

It was a woman who was just right, dressed in a Qin costume, with long hair and a golden hairpin, and when her eyes slowly opened, all kinds of light fell into her eyes.

Her eyes were still ethereal, but they were no longer cold from thousands of miles away.

She looked at him quietly, and her eyes flowed, as if there were thousands of mountains and twilight snow, and autumn water ripples.

Meng Yi breathed slightly.

"Meng Yi."

She called him in his name, with a slight smile on her face.

Meng Yi came back to his senses and realized that he was a little out of shape at this time.

- As a grown man, it's a bit inappropriate to stare straight into the face of an adult woman.

Meng Yi immediately retracted his gaze and nodded in response to the woman's words, "I'm here." ”

Calm and introverted people rarely have this kind of youthful crampedness, Qin Hehua Wan'er, the starlight swayed in her eyes, "I listened to a few words in another world, and I want to ask you what you think." ”

"What?"

Meng Yi glanced at Qin Hehua.

"Something that might surprise you."

Qin Hehua walked in front of Meng Yi step by step.

This distance is a bit close, not a safe distance, Meng Yi subconsciously wanted to hide, but she grabbed the sleeve, the sleeve was dirty, blood and dust mixed on it, in stark contrast to the neat and glamorous woman, and he was a little flustered, but also in stark contrast to her firm and relaxed-

"Those words are—"

Qin Hehua smiled lightly, "Some people say, you like me." ”！

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