(I feel dizzy,,, I have a cold, it looks like,,, the next chapter will be around 10:30... Dear book friends, if you have time after reading the update, please go to the book review area and leave some more comments for Qingchen. Support) night, bringing a bit of chill.

It's already midnight, but there are always some people who find it hard to fall asleep.

The melodious Xiao sounded again, but no one stopped to appreciate it. Because at this time, most people had already entered into the sweet fragrance of dreams.

The sound of Mengtian's flute contains the sorrow of two lives. This is a song he composed when he was wandering in his previous life. It can be said that it has accompanied him for most of his later life.

"The flashy past is like a dream, and it is difficult to look back in reincarnation in a foreign land. This is how the secular world should be, so why worry about being in the world of mortals? I will sing softly in the breeze, and I will start over again after two happy lives. Who will accompany me on the road to heaven, and who will I fight with? Tianxing?"

As the song fell, Mengtian looked at the bright moonlight, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and blurted out a poem.

In the room downstairs, Murong Qingyu had just finished taking a bath. She was just casually wearing a nightgown and nothing underneath. A mass of snow-white plumpness was faintly visible on her chest, squeezing out a deep ravine.

At this moment, Murong Qingyu was in a trance and closed her eyes slightly, listening to the sound of the flute with enjoyment.

As soon as the flute music fell, Murong Qingyu heard the young man singing softly in the room.

"This is how it should be in the world of mortals. Why worry if you are in the world of mortals..."

After murmuring in a low voice, Murong Qingyu shook his head and chuckled. Was he admiring that gangster just now?

Murong Qingyu did not expect that this person who was full of shameful words and had a vulgar smile (in Murong Qingyu's eyes, all Mengtian's smiles were extremely vulgar), actually had such an unknown side.

At that moment, Murong Qingyu seemed to have an illusion. The young man on the roof seemed to have become another person just now, a gentle and elegant person full of poetry.

However, as soon as this feeling spread into Murong Qingyu's heart, the little girl suppressed it, her pretty face turned red.

"Why do I think so? This guy is a rogue and a bad guy!"

When she thought of the guy who just spanked her without mercy, Murong Qingyu felt shy. That guy was so disgusting. He dared to treat a girl like this, and still like that.

"well……"

The young man in the room sighed softly, and unknowingly, he remembered the sad past. Did he really miss it so much in his previous life?

Mengtian shook his head. The continent he was on was one of the reincarnation continents. But as for where his continent was, Mengtian didn't know. He only knew that his continent was called the fifth reincarnation.

Because even the oldest forces in this continent cannot tell where the ten reincarnations are scattered. They only know that the reincarnation continent they are in is the second reincarnation. Under the second reincarnation, There is also a reincarnation continent.

And on it, there are still eight continents of eight reincarnations. But since ancient times, no one knows where in the six realms the remaining nine reincarnations are scattered.

The space gates that connected the ten reincarnations in ancient times were all destroyed in the ancient war.

Although there were some space gates at that time that were preserved due to their remote location. But finding them basically depends on luck.

"In the dark, everything is determined by destiny. Although I don't know how strong the other nine reincarnations are, but judging from how powerful an ordinary boxing technique on earth is, the remaining eight reincarnations will definitely be more exciting. If you have time, I will decide

I’m going to have a try!”

In Mengtian's heart, he said something heroic, and then jumped off the roof. When he turned around, he met Murong Qingyu who was standing in front of the window and stared at him.

"ah……"

Mengtian was startled, his feet slipped and he fell down.

"Pfft..."

Murong Qingyu covered his mouth and smiled softly, Mengtian turned into a beggar with a flowery face. The wet mud on the ground was originally used to plant flowers, but now it is better to plant someone.

"Bah, bah...you stay up in the middle of the night. Who are you trying to scare here?"

Mengtian suddenly spit out the dirt in his mouth, looking a little embarrassed, but he looked a little funny.

"Pfft...haha..."

Seeing Mengtian's appearance, Murong Qingyu couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Old Mengtian blushed and lost all his grace. What are you doing here with nothing to do in this damn flower bed?

"Ha ha……"

Seeing that Murong Qingyu was still smiling, Mengtian rolled his eyes, then bent down with a smirk, picked up a handful of yellow clay, and then directly painted Murong Qingyu into a big painted face.

"Hahaha..." Mengtian looked at Murong Qingyu and couldn't help laughing.

"You, you..." Murong Qingyu looked at herself in the mirror, her face was painted, and the girl's natural love for beauty made her immediately angry.

"You bad guy..." Murong whispered and jumped out of the window, but he forgot that she was only wearing a blister jacket and nothing underneath.

As soon as he jumped down, a gust of wind blew up, blowing half of Murong Qingyu's nightgown open.

"ah!"

Murong Qingyu quickly covered the couple's body, "Don't look at it!"

After saying that, he ran back with a red face.

Mengtian touched his nose, shrugged, and then staggered back to his room.

…

Early the next morning, after the drizzle, the clouds cleared and the sky cleared again.

The morning air is humid, making people no longer feel hot, but rather cool.

Mengtian had a leisurely breakfast, and then sat down on a lounge chair in the small courtyard, closing his eyes and sipping tea, which was extremely comfortable.

Murong Qingyu's cheeks were still red after last night's episode, and her eyes looking at Mengtian were full of anger. With that look, she wanted to eat Mengtian alive.

But in such a cozy atmosphere, a knock on the door broke the tranquility in the small courtyard.

Mengtian glanced at Murong Qingyu, who turned around to plant his own flowers and ignored Mengtian.

Mengtian touched his nose, who is the master?

He stood up helplessly and walked slowly to the door. The moment the door of the small courtyard opened, the figure of an old man came into view.

The old man's figure is a little stooped, but his clothes are very neat.

As soon as he saw Mengtian, the old man laughed and patted Mengtian on the shoulder: "Young man, thank you!"

Mengtian frowned, and then relaxed. He remembered that this old man was not the same one he met that day.

"Old man, please come in quickly." Mengtian quickly got out of the way. Mengtian still had some respect for the old man.

After all, Mengtian is not a vicious person, so if you have a visitor, you will naturally welcome him.

The old man looked at Mengtian, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then he walked slowly into the small courtyard.

The moment he passed by Mengtian, Mengtian was startled by a strong pressure, but when he felt it again, the old man in front of him returned to his appearance of having no strength.

Mengtian was secretly shocked, but he guessed that this old man must be a peerless strong man hiding in the dark.

The old man sat down on the recliner very unceremoniously, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then looked at Mengtian with a smile.

"Old man, what's the matter with coming to this junior today?" Knowing that the old man might be hiding his strength or that he didn't mean any harm, Mengtian became more respectful.

"Haha... Young man, you should be the new district chief of the 23rd District, right?"

"Exactly." Mengtian nodded. Everyone in District 23 knew this.

"That's right, that's right. With only the ninth level of strength, he is able to survive until now. He is a talented person!" The old man praised him, but the state of Mengtian he mentioned inadvertently made Mengtian convinced that this old man was far from being a genius.

Ordinary people.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

"Haha... Young man, do you know what I wanted to do with you when I came here today?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Mengtian with a smile.

"This junior can't guess this." Mengtian shook his head, what on earth did this old man come to do? Repay?

"I'm here to borrow something from you, but don't worry, I'm just borrowing it for a look. It's fine here." The old man said something mysteriously, but it made Mengtian wary.

"I wonder what the senior borrowed is?"

"The Holy Scroll of Creation..."

Mengtian's pupils shrank, and his whole body's momentum exploded, pressing against the old man on the recliner.

[To be continued]
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