When leaving, Meng Juntong had been thinking in his heart about what the Dao heart that his father and mother were worried about. Obviously this is not the case, if there is no love, then how to weave a warm dream? People are united with their hearts, and their hearts are connected with their dreams, and they must have what they have in their hearts, so that they can manifest in their dreams.

She suddenly wanted to go to Jingling Lake for a walk, and whenever there was a contradiction that she couldn't figure out, she would sit by the lake and look at the priest's white pagoda from afar.

Compared with the Vena High Priestess, it would be easier for Meng Juntong to meet the Yunzhu Holy Maiden, after all, she studied the piano with the Yunzhu Holy Maiden when she was very young. Although the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu did not accept her as a personal disciple, she became her piano master. However, the two don't know why, they rarely discuss these issues, and the Yunzhu Holy Maiden will hardly guide Meng Juntong's practice, maybe it is out of some kind of regulation, but it is the high priest of Luoshu who has barely been masked, even if every time he just sits by the lake and admires the priest's white pagoda from afar, Meng Juntong's heart will occasionally have some feelings, and the shackles of several cultivation points from childhood to adulthood have been dissolved here.

However, since she was born, she has never encountered such a problem.

When they left the Meng Mansion, Liu Baicong and his friends had already left here, and there were still traces of Liu Baicong's dripping blood on the ground, and they had not had time to be cleaned up by the attendants in the mansion.

Looking at the pool of blood, Meng Juntong felt that her heart was faintly trembling, that feeling was a bit like distress, she felt that she would never forget this pool of bright red blood from now on, thinking of this, she became nervous, and without saying a word, she turned her head and rushed towards the direction of Jingling Lake.

Meng Juntong's heart was in turmoil, it was really messed up, she felt that this time her problem really had to be solved, whether it was for herself or Liu Baicong, she had to ask an answer.

Jingling Lake is a holy place, so there has never been a market here, it has always been the quietest place in Shaohua Dream City, and in the past, only when the sacrifice was made, there would be people in the city who rushed here to bow to the priest White Pagoda.

Meng Juntong rushed to the ferry in one breath, stumbled lightly under her feet, and she almost fell down, but fortunately, after many years of martial arts, her body has a strong grasp and a very fast reaction, so she supported her body with her hands in time, and when she raised her head, her face was reflected in the clear and transparent water of Jingling Lake.

Meng Juntong was sure that she had never seen herself so flustered, and there was a faint bloodshot in her star-like eyes in the past, and her hair was a little scattered, making her look a little depressed.

"How could this be!" Meng Juntong hurriedly sat up and straightened his hair, but in his mind, the scene of Liu Baicong's hand holding on top of his short blade, his skin and flesh turned out, and blood flowed.

Meng Juntong tried hard to shake his head, trying to get this scene out of his mind, but all this was in vain. She couldn't help but think about it, and she couldn't calm down.

Jingling Lake is still the same Jingling Lake, the breeze is slight, the blue waves are rippling, maybe it is protected by the dream god, the climate here is always warm and pleasant, but Meng Juntong doesn't seem to feel a little warmth at the moment, and there is panic in her heart.

"What the hell am I afraid of? Afraid...... I'm afraid that I really chose Liu Baicong like this? If I liked him in the first place, then what have I been fighting against! No, I just hurt him, I feel guilty, I just feel guilty, I will go to Liu's house to apologize later, and it will be fine to admit my mistake to him. Meng Juntong muttered.

She looked at the surface of Jingling Lake again, and Meng Juntong wanted to look at her face again.

A little ripple gently swayed in the water, this time Meng Juntong saw not his own face, but a bitter and pale face, he looked at Meng Juntong and asked softly: "Even if you choose to die, you really don't want to marry me!"

"No, it's not like this!" Meng Juntong blurted out almost subconsciously and shouted loudly.

Just as these words were blurted out, the wind on the Pure Spirit Lake stopped, the water waves froze, and everything suddenly lost its color at this moment.

Meng Juntong's eyes were instantly white, and his soul seemed to be captured by a powerful force, and he was directly lifted up from the heavenly spirit cover, and at this moment Meng Juntong felt that his spirit was clear, and his memories came up like a tide.

"Dream!" she couldn't help but feel a pang of spirit, she didn't expect that there was a dream that could make her completely undetectable, and she entered such a deep dream state, it was like stepping into a third or even fourth dream, completely living with another memory, or a new persona.

"Little girl, this is not a dream, it is an illusion. Suddenly, a flickering woman's voice echoed in her ears.

Meng Juntong suddenly became nervous, and subconsciously pinched a diamond seal in front of him with both hands, preparing to meet the other party's sneak attack, but the other party's attack did not appear, and even Meng Juntong didn't feel any murderous aura.

However, the illusion just now made Meng Juntong have a little doubt about her senses, even if she had such a powerful spiritual power, the illusion that the entire dream galaxy could not detect, she couldn't imagine what kind of existence it was.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Meng Juntong felt that he was now just a consciousness detached from his body, forcibly separated by some kind of supernatural means.

The woman chuckled: "What, I'm not familiar with my mother's voice?"

Meng Juntong was slightly stunned, the mother who was in the dream just now was this woman's voice.

At the moment, Meng Juntong was furious, she couldn't bear to be used by someone to make a joke about her, maybe this was not a joke: "What kind of demon are you, you have the ability to show up." ”

"Girl, what are you talking about, look up, I haven't been here all along. ”

As soon as Meng Juntong raised her head, she was instantly speechless, a face tens of millions of times larger than her was looking down on her, and what she was in now was a space similar to that of a snow-white porcelain bowl.

"Girl, you think you've jumped out of my illusion, but you're still in my bowl?"

"Illusion, this is still illusion!" Meng Juntong only felt that his back was cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble, he could use such a magical method, what kind of fairy figure is this woman in red in front of him!