Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Blue Sparrow stared at Song Yuesheng who was eating pastries, then turned his head to look at the puppet copying books at the desk.

Humans have so many ways to be lazy.

It was still naively worried about Sister Yue, but she asked the puppet to copy books while she leisurely ate the cakes that were sent to her.

"Junior sister, I heard that you were punished by Third Uncle to copy books. I have a tool that can help you copy faster."

Song Yuesheng quickly drank several glasses of water and swallowed the Yunqie cake.

She pounded her chest twice, opened the door, and smiled as she stretched out her hand to Mo Jingnan: “Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Mo Jingnan was speechless.

He just made up an excuse and didn't use any tools.

But she didn't look scared, and the pastry crumbs were even near her mouth.

Song Yuesheng frowned slightly.

Waste her time.

"Brother, I still have to continue copying books. If you haven't thought of what to say, come to Xiaohua Peak tomorrow and tell me."

Mo Jingnan strode forward, grabbed the door, and blocked it with his feet.

"Junior sister."

The sound of turning pages of books in the house came into his ears.

There's someone else inside!

There was a sinister look in Mo Jingnan's eyes.

What does she think of the library!

He leaned forward and reached out to wipe away the pastry crumbs stuck on Song Yuesheng's upper lip.

Then he leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Junior sister, remember to find a different place to meet your lover next time. And don't leave traces that could be discovered like last time."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

The last time she came back from Yuefeng Mountain, she applied the Fuyun ointment, which took effect in a quarter of an hour and left no trace.

How did Mo Jingnan find out?

hiss.

Song Yuesheng clenched his fists and punched Mo Jingnan's chest with all his strength.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Mo Jingnan flew out and fell directly from the third floor to the first floor, scaring the disciples who were looking for the secret book.

When they saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was Mo Jingnan, they all walked forward and asked about his concern.

Song Yuesheng looked at the bloodstains on his fingertips with resentment.

If it weren't for Mo Jingnan's aura as the protagonist, her punch just now would definitely have killed him.

When the real owner comes back, he will go to find him and open his screen. What's the point of biting her as a substitute!

She touched her neck.

I wonder if Uncle Fifth has any medicine to treat rabies.

She was worried about developing a chronic illness.

Oh yes, she remembered that she was bitten by a mosquito when she was cutting pear branches from Yuefeng Mountain.

I rubbed it a few times at that time.

Fuyun ointment can't even cure mosquito bites!

Bad review!

Downstairs the blue sparrows were clattering on the bookshelves at their feet.

Substitute, do you know?

How can a stand-in beat up the sponsor who hired the stand-in?

It glanced at Mo Jingnan.

Fortunately, he only vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and did not die.

If it died, it would definitely be listed as the number one prisoner by the headquarters.

What a sin I have committed!

The blue sparrow didn't catch its breath, and it kicked its legs, draped its dark blue wings over its chest, and fell stiffly on the bookshelf.

"Brother, who hurt you like this?"

"Could it be that demons have already invaded the library?"

Mo Jingnan raised his hand to interrupt.

"Don't worry, everyone. I was looking for a junior sister to spar with. When we started fighting, I remembered that we couldn't compete in the library."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and ignored the discomfort that flashed through his heart.

He looked up towards the direction of Song Yuesheng's room.

Junior Sister Song, since you have the courage to bring people here, let me help you test the other party's intentions.

Several disciples understood what he meant.

The eldest senior brother of Juyun Mountain couldn't possibly be unaware of the rules of Juyun Mountain. He must have delayed Senior Sister Song from copying books and was beaten by her.

Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.

The eldest senior brother and senior sister Song hadn't seen each other for just a few hours, but he couldn't wait to come to the library to find senior sister Song.

It seems that they will have to go find Brother Shoudun to change the person they are betting on later.

**

Song Yuesheng looked at the puppet that was copying non-stop and couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you copying so hard? If I die, you can live in this world in my place."

She took the detoxification pills that Mo Jingnan had given her earlier, so the rabies should not break out so quickly.

The puppet raised its head, but its hands did not stop moving.

"No, I don't want to replace you. A master who strangles people at every turn, a senior brother who bites people's necks, and a junior sister who wishes you dead. No, I should call you Sixth Uncle now. You should do it yourself."

Song Yuesheng touched his chin and looked at the other self in front of him.

"Are you beginning to have your own consciousness?"

"What do you mean by yourself? Isn't it all set by you?"

The puppet's facial features wrinkled into a ball, and the copying action stopped, as if it didn't understand what Song Yuesheng was saying.

Song Yuesheng snapped his fingers, cast a spell to summon the unique copy given by Li Yan, turned to the page that recorded puppetry, and threw it to the puppet.

"Puppetry has countless carriers.

Use flowers and other plants as guides. If you do not kill them, water them with clean water every day and place them in a place with strong spiritual energy, they will soon develop spiritual intelligence.

If you practice diligently, you can have your own body shape and appearance and become an independent earthly immortal. 』

The puppet read it word for word and pointed at himself blankly.

"I, can I become an earth immortal?"

She never dared to imagine that a puppet at the mercy of others could become an earthly immortal.

and many more.

think?

The puppet's eyes curved with excitement: "Song Yuesheng, I... I just had my own ideas! Thank you for not abandoning me last time!"

Earthly Immortal.

Hee hee hee.

The puppet rubbed his face and couldn't help showing his fangs.

"No need to thank me, I just want to see if what's recorded in the book is true." Song Yuesheng walked to the table and picked up a few pieces of rice paper to take a look.

Puppet writes fast.

Her eyes moved and she put down the rice paper: "Since you can become an independent individual, give yourself a name."

The puppet was puzzled: "I have a name, Qianlili."

Song Yuesheng shook his head and patiently explained to her: "This was indeed your name before I cut you off from Yuefeng Mountain. I am talking about your name as an independent person.

Every living thing in the world has its own name, and the name gives different meanings to each person.

Just like my name is Song Yuesheng. Song is my father's surname, and Yuesheng is because my mother likes the instrument Sheng.

My father loved my mother very much, so he named me Yuesheng. "

Seeing her puzzled expression, Song Yuesheng continued, "There may be many people named Song Yuesheng in the world, but my name represents the love of my deceased father for my deceased mother. It is unique in the world. So, you also have to find a name that has your own meaning."

The puppet slowly spoke: "I..."

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time to think about it. When you tell me, I will call you by your new name in the future." Song Yuesheng recited two sentences silently and infused magic power into the puppet so that it could last for a few more days.

"I have to leave first. I'll leave this place to you."

"Wait, Song Yuesheng, I..."

The puppet looked at the person who had walked out of the room and slowly said the following words, "I want to ask you what is meaningful."

name?

A meaningful name?

The puppet scratched his hair.

It's hard.