This is the first time Chen Wanqing has dreamed since she was wearing books.

The baby's crying was burning with a raging sword furnace, countless sharp blades that were speeding down, and the shadows that could not be seen clearly in a pool of blood.

The woman covered in blood kissed the baby's forehead, and tears flowed down her blood, repeating something over and over again.

It was clearly close to you, but the sound seemed particularly far away, as if it was separated by thousands of miles and mountains, and it was not real to hear it.

The fire ignited in an instant, and a layer of blood mist was covered in front of my eyes.

Chen Wanqing woke up in shock.

She moved and found herself lying on the bed, with the quilt neatly covering her body.

Chen Wanqing held his forehead and supported himself, frowned and thoughtfully.

Although it is mentioned in the book that the original owner never focused on cultivation, he grew up in a big family, so he is somewhat basic.

People in the world of cultivation have a characteristic, that is, they do not dream often.

Once you dream, the dream will be related to memories, but it will vaguely suggest the future.

Chen Wanqing can be sure that this part should belong to the memory in the original owner's body.

However, the original work did not have much thought about the background of this character. She just told her that she was an orphan, and after she finished playing the role of causing trouble for the male and female protagonists, she got the lunch box and went offline.

Now it seems that it is probably not that simple.

Chen Wanqing looked at the table not far away.

The incense candles were burned out, and the chess pieces scattered on the table and the chessboards blown to the ground by the wind all meant that last night was not a dream.

Chen Wanqing reached out and touched his neck, and was a little disbelief.

Xie Wuyan actually played a flying chess with him all night yesterday.

And he was still alive after playing chess.

Chen Wanqing yawned while sitting down in front of the dressing mirror, looked at her dark circles, and secretly scolded Xie Wuyan in her heart while combing her hair.

She used the ancient makeup to make it difficult for her to struggle for a long time before she could barely cover her dark circles. Then she picked and chose an emerald hairpin in the hairpin box, and she had a bun in a rather unfamiliar way.

After simply processing it, Chen Wanqing looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

Anyway, they are all coveted by the painted ghost. Of course, they have to deal with it well, and they can't waste their talents.

After counting on my fingers, I still have a few days before going down the mountain to catch monsters. During this period, Ji Feichen and Feng Yaoqing did not interfere with it, and they developed well. It seems that they don’t need to spend their own efforts.

"Girl, girl?"

The maid outside the door's voice was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing her, and the ending sound was filled with a soft gentleness.

"I'm here." Chen Wanqing put down the comb, stood up and opened the door, with the center of gravity facing the door frame, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before she could change her clothes, she only wore a underwear. After sleeping, she slept around and the collar was slightly loose, and the snow on her chest was faintly visible. Silk on her body could clearly outline her beautiful figure.

Even the maid's cheeks were red with a slight redness, and she couldn't help but look away, and then hurriedly said, "Ms. Feng said that if you wake up, you will go to the front hall for meals."

Chen Wanqing nodded and responded, picked up a goose yellow skirt and put it on, and then went to the front hall.

As soon as he entered the door, except for Feng Yaoqing and Ji Feichen, Xie Wuyan and the broken bird on his shoulder were also particularly eye-catching.

Chen Wanqing let out a "knock" in her heart, and her stepping stopped, thinking about whether to retreat and run away now.

"Wait for love, why are you standing there?" Ji Feichen smiled and called her to sit down, and reached out to gently pick up the leaves stuck on her hair for her, and scolded softly, "Why are you still so reckless?"

Chen Wanqing raised her eyes and noticed Feng Yaoqing's eyes slightly dimmed.

Although Feng Yao seemed to have changed his mind yesterday and would not be able to keep others thousands of miles away like before, the grudges in his heart could not be so easily let go. What's more, witnessing the intimacy between the two with their own eyes?

[Female matching system:

Warning! The guardianship of the wind and romance on the host is increased!]

Listening to the noisy reminder of the system, Chen Wanqing bit his teeth and suddenly stood up.

Everyone here was startled by her movements and their eyes were all gathered on her.

Chen Wanqing turned her head and looked at Xie Wuyan beside her. After staring at him for a long time, she seemed to have finally made up her mind.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and walked to his side, sat down with a touch of his skirt, and smiled at him: "Does Mr. Xie mind if I sit here?"

Looking at Ji Feichen's strange expression of confusion and Feng Yaoqing's suspicion, Chen Wanqing added as if explaining: "Because I suddenly felt that the pigeon on Mr. Xie's shoulder was quite cute, so I wanted to sit closer and take a closer look."

Xie Wuyan didn't say it was OK or not, but just raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled like a playful smile.

But the black bird on his shoulder reacted fiercely: "Crank and chew!"

Because it knows that it cannot reveal its master's identity, it pretends to be unable to speak in front of other people.

But even so, you can clearly understand the strong resistance under the birds singing.

Who believes this woman's nonsense?

I was going to stew it yesterday, but today I said it was cute?

Liars! Women are all liars!

Chen Wanqing pretended to be confused and distorted the facts: "Hey? It seems that the pigeon raised by Mr. Xie also likes me very much."

"Jijigugu!"

Xuanniao: Who likes you!

I don’t know which of the funny points this sentence hit Xie Wuyan. His lips curled and he smiled lowly, even his chest was shaking.

"Is that right?" He stretched out his hand and sorted out the feathers for Xuanniao. "Since it was Miss Chen who discovered it, why not give it a name?"

...Chen Wanqing didn't expect Xie Wuyan to give face so much and let himself climb up to name the broken bird.

But maybe she just woke up and her head was blank. In addition, she had no feelings for the broken bird, so she wanted to bite each other to death, but she really had no inspiration to name it.

So she stared at the broken pigeon for a while, and then said, "Then call it Mimi."

The black bird flew up with its wings, as if it wanted to fight Shen Wanqing.

Who allowed this stinky woman to name the noble Xuanbi? And just be perfunctory, you should at least give it a name that looks like a bird! What's the matter with your cat's name?

Chen Wanqing looked at the Xuanniao coming in a fierce manner, and immediately hid next to Feng Yaoqing, pretending to be aggrieved: "It doesn't seem to like it very much, but now I can only think of the three names of Mimi Wangcai Goudan if I want it."

Xie Wuyan pressed the black bird on his shoulder and glanced at it: "Then do you choose one?"

Xuanniao: "…"

It's true that beauty is in trouble.

So, it was a dignified black bird, and finally had a new name today - Mimi.

Feng Yaoqing was rubbed against her arm by Chen Wanqing. She didn't dodge her, but just lowered her eyes and looked at Chen Wanqing's face, and then looked at Xie Wuyan with a smile in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the intuition of a woman's natural intuition that she always felt that these two people were not as unfamiliar as they appeared.

Thinking of these days again, Chen Wanqing seemed to be less entangled with Ji Feichen.

Could it be...

[Female matching system:

Congratulations to the host for successfully resolving his past grudges with the romance, reducing his alert value and gaining a trust value of 27%. Please continue to work hard.]

Chen Wanqing, who did nothing, looked confused and had no idea that Feng Yaoqing had achieved her own strategy by relying on her imagination.

"Brother Ji!"

Just then, a crisp sound came from outside the door.

The next second, a shadow passed by Chen Wanqing and ran straight towards Ji Feichen, stretched out his hand and hugged his shoulder: "Brother Ji, you are really here!"

Before anyone could react, the girl stood up again, touched the back of her head, looked at Feng Yaoqing with a smile, and playedfully said: "Sister Feng, I'm just too excited, don't you mind?"

Shen Wanxiang was suffocated.

This smooth operation almost made her unable to hold the chopsticks.

Feng Yaoqing looked at her, smiled helplessly, and patted the chair beside her: "It's so exciting when I come back, come and sit down, Ziyun."

Ziyun.

Zeng Ziyun is the daughter of the elder Xuantian Pavilion. She has grown up with Feng Yaoqing since childhood.

[Female matching system:

Tip: A new female supporting role has appeared. Please be alert and pay attention to the previous emotional fluctuations of the male and female protagonists.]

Chen Wanqing raised his hand to support his forehead, a little tired.

If you are a standard "sister-style female supporting role", then Zeng Ziyun is a complete "toddler-style female supporting role".

In the name of trying to kill demons and eliminate demons with the two, they have been persistent in looking for opportunities to follow Ji Feichen. On the surface, they pretended to be just friends, but in fact they secretly stumbling behind their backs.

My cultivation is not very diligent, I just learned some basic knowledge, but it caused a lot of trouble.

Chen Wanqing remembers that when the story developed here, Zeng Ziyun had not yet fallen in love with Ji Feichen completely, but she just admired him very much and had a vague favor.

And the opportunity to fall in love with him was this trip to catch the ghost of the painted skin.
To be continued...