The World of Mei

de the door with sorrow. T

carried on divination for her and

at do you mean by seem'? I don't wan

ggar lost

idn't get angry. He con

ation. It shows that she will die before twelve years old, but it also shows that she has a

ad a long life. He always scolded the old Taoist priest for talking

see that. There are lots of important tasks unco

with tears in his eyes.

ho looked confused and serious, qui

ped a beat: Does it mean sh

old Taoist priest. They silently loo

d and told the

she is breathing, what I can do is nothing but main

gger backward a few steps. Alittle ho

so frowned in perplexity

tly. A strip of plaster tied to her forehead. Her face, wiped away of mud and b

inties. Since she's still holding on in spite of such seri

comfort

Bufan asked his old friends who he hadn't seen for years

as in a deep coma, a floating alien soul appro

noon - the same time of day when

ginning to receive the little memory left befor

will become a vegetabl

vegetable could only lie and wait for his/her respiration

she left. There was nothing in

body and felt it so weak that e

n, but Mu Qianmei was glad as well

s always open-minded. Since she had co

fe, she decided to take the world as her stage

ose the script

ing with excitement, but her

n overwhe

er all the information of this world from

ow much about this world, and the incomplet

previous life, she could deduce a great deal

oul integrated by two souls

y turn

trod slightly into the room with lighte

and eyesight, they discovered something u

before when she was dying. The key point was that her breath was

ld it p

Taoist priest looked at Ye

nd waved his hands to tell

and to feel her pulse and was

as sl

e a baby. Not willing to wake he

The old beggar asked in uncertaint

He couldn't believe suc

he old beggar, but

asked him urgently that he came

ou have to be prepared that she may not be able to beg for food for you, that she may lose her memory,

rs, as long as she

of excitement. How happy it

ist priest

but you didn't believe me and said my wor

fortuneteller that you've even foreseen this! But why weren't you

in a good mood, but then he thought he shouldn't let

about his mocking, for he had alre

rescription for the little girl to restore her body an

to see the little girl twice and put his heart at rest after

rt the little girl? How? Was it a deliberate accident or unintentional? W

tment on the old beggar's face and

ndering who

me who hurt her? I'll let the bastard know

eggar was

l. How can I know everything? Just leave thi

aoist pri

't you hear what that old guy said? He

ar was someh

et of herbs into the pot and start to boil

oaring he smiled, "Don't talk so

ar quieted d

ht sound inside the room and imm

e felt much better after a goo

nervous, she gave them a slight smile an

rry, I'm

ggar was a

ine with her! That'

"How do your hands an

em but could not use them freely, perhaps it was because she w

smiled

e's nothing wrong with my

s polite. The old beggar felt her so

ssion and immediately knew what he th

eamed a lo

efuddled by this miracle. They calmed

id in a soft

Sorry, I mooched a braised fish in brown sauce, but it

haha... Right, have you

such a polite way of speaking,