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Late at night, Mu Qingyuan tossed and turned in bed.

What did the eldest brother mean by that?

Even the joy of contracting the natal sword during the day was suppressed by the uneasiness in his heart.

Red marks were left on the white cheeks, and the wrapped ball tossed back and forth on the sandalwood bed.

The hazy moonlight shrouded the broken legs of the table leaning against the wall. The breeze that leaked through the window pushed and pulled the stool with a missing leg, causing it to shake violently.

Mu Qingyuan suddenly noticed a detail that she had not paid attention to in the past few days.

Why are there always some old objects that don't fit in in this house with not-so-simple decoration?

Like the crooked locker nailed to the wall, or the stool with a missing leg.

These things did not exist in the original owner's memory.

Is it because I just forgot about it because I didn't care about it, or is it because...

I don't remember at all.

Mu Qingyuan was lost in thought, and the corners of her dry eyes showed a hint of sleepiness.

When she was dazed, the scenes that appeared during her training suddenly flashed through her mind.

Qin Yan's beautiful and elegant face was covered with a ferocious look. For some reason...

It always makes people feel uncomfortable.

"...I won't give up...fair competition..."

"…Why is everyone on your side?"

"…Jealous? How can the favored one be so calm and just pretend to be indifferent to it?"

The distorted face covered with magic patterns gradually disappeared in the rising and surging purple rhythm.

The shrill screams and scolding were replaced by a soft and clear voice.

"...Junior sister."

"Wanwan, that's great! I finally have a junior sister!"

"Oh, I thought it was Wanwan, but it turned out to be Yuanyuan."

"…Odds change but evens don't?"

“Symbols look at the quadrants.”

"Fellow countryman! I've been here for decades and finally met a fellow countryman!"

"Does a person born with sword bones have bones that grow differently from others?"

"...Yes, I used to study medicine, so I'm a little curious."

"Wait until you die and leave it to me to dissect... There's no need, no need. Besides, I may not live longer than you."

"I prefer everyone to be together and be well. We all have to die peacefully, Junior Sister."

The voice was clearly ringing in my ears, but the lingering mist always obscured the face that appeared and disappeared.

The smell of rust spread in my nose and my head started to split.

Mu Qingyuan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Her dilated pupils gradually focused, but her blurry vision only allowed her to vaguely see the dark shadow beside the bed.

Mu Qingyuan was shocked and was about to stand up to fight back, but was pinned to the spot by the whispered conversation that floated into her ears.

“…Master, Junior Sister’s condition is getting worse.”

"The Formless Nightmare absorbs their spiritual energy day and night. In time, it will completely control their minds!"

"Why not accept that person's request..."

"no!"

Master Qingzhu's gentle voice was filled with frost, and his tone was very firm.

"This is an important event in A-Yuan's life, how can you make such a hasty decision?"

What is the phaseless nightmare... What is the major event in life...

There was confusion in Mu Qingyuan's eyes.

The headache that had just been relieved seemed to be coming back again.

It was like something was preventing her from remembering something.

"But Junior Sister may not be unwilling..."

"Do you think the Luo family is a pushover? Even if Luo Lanyan..."

A faint hum beside the bed immediately interrupted Master Qingzhu's annoyance.

"Junior sister is awake?"

Lanshan quickly came to the bedside and leaned over to ask:

"Junior sister, how do you feel?"

The concern on his elegant and easy-going face did not seem fake.

Mu Qingyuan was in a trance for a moment.

...something's wrong.

She belatedly connected everything that had happened to her with her own cognition.

If her memory was wrong, then Qin Yan's behavior would be consistent with her understanding...

Even if everything she knew was correct, everyone, including Master Qingzhu, seemed to be different from the 'original plot'.

She thought she was from a God's perspective, but it seemed that she didn't know everything like other heroines in time-travel novels.

What exactly is going on?

Palpitations and panic spread from my spine.

A strange, hazy and bewitching sound quietly descended into the air.

"Why do you doubt yourself? Do you want to be dissected and your bones dug out?"

'Have you forgotten how bad Qin Yan was? Her hostility can't be fake, right?'

"What are you still hesitating about? Don't be shaken by this little favor..."

Reason told her that she shouldn't doubt her memory.

However, there was a voice deep in my heart that kept surging:

"No! Don't believe it..."

"Ugh..."

The back of the head felt as if it had been hit hard, and the pain was so severe that it was hard to breathe.

Mu Qingyuan held his head, sweating profusely.

"Late night?"

"Late night?"

A gentle female voice came along with a gentle shaking.

The girl lying on the stone slab's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing I saw was a familiar face.

That gentle and beautiful face was smiling wildly, and her whole body was filled with confidence and assertiveness.

"The secret realm seems to be opening soon, come back to your senses."

He placed his cold knuckles against his forehead and flicked them affectionately.

Qin Yan took Mu Qingyuan's hand and said familiarly:

"It's still the same old rules. If they are transmitted to different places, we will immediately activate the tracking talisman to reunite. If they are transmitted to the same place, we will go straight to the secret realm to inherit."

After Qin Yan finished speaking, he paused for a moment, but did not hear Mu Qingyuan's usual response.

"Ok?"

Qin Yan turned around suspiciously, first stretched out the back of her hand and touched Mu Qingyuan's forehead, and then leaned closer and pinched the back of Mu Qingyuan's neck.

"There's no fever and no signs of possession..."

The feeling of being looked at by Qin Yan with his head tilted gave Mu Qingyuan a somewhat subtle feeling.

She shuddered and turned her face away subconsciously, but found that her vision was still facing Qin Yan.

Huh?

She suddenly heard her own voice.

"…I suddenly feel a little worried."

His body uncontrollably took Qin Yan's hand, and through Qin Yan's pupils, he could vaguely see the uneasy look on his face.

"I always have a bad feeling, Senior Sister, please be careful on this trip."

Qin Yan smiled.

"I thought what was wrong with you."

She waved her hands nonchalantly, "Alright, alright, I'll be careful. With a sword master like you who was born with sword skills around, who would dare to attack us? Do you think your life is too long and want to be wanted by the Sword Sect?"

"I am only at the Golden Core level. If I encounter a strong enemy..."

"Strong enemies can't get in. The upper limit of cultivation in this secret realm is the Golden Core. Otherwise, if your little genius is more powerful, you will have to wait for me outside."

Qin Yan embraced Mu Qingyuan and said with a smile:

"But fortunately, you are with me. I feel safe."

"Senior sister!"

'Mu Qingyuan' blushed at the teasing, and gradually suppressed the uneasiness in her heart.

Mu Qingyuan herself continued to be immersed in shock and unable to extricate herself.

She, she and Qin Yan?

What kind of weird dream is this?

How could she and Qin Yan be so close?

They were clearly, clearly, mortal enemies...