While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Just when Jia Lan realized that the wailing, slightly rogue woman was Song Zhi's biological mother, the next moment, the scene changed again.

This time, Song Zhi was already too thin to look like a human being.

She was locked in a red brick and cement house.

Gao Muyu was wearing small leather shoes and holding a white floral umbrella. He stood in front of the broken window and said condescendingly to Song Zhi: "Humph, Song Zhi, stop dreaming."

"The college entrance examination time has passed."

"In this life, don't even think about relying on reading to turn yourself around."

"This is the retribution for you, the school beauty from Song Dynasty, to dominate me!!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that it was me who helped your mother find you."

"I spent a lot of money to find your biological parents."

"How about it?"

"Your parents are pretty good to you, hahahaha. In order to get a gift for your brother, they poisoned you and gave you a fool as his wife."

"Oh Song Zhi, Song Zhi, I really have never seen anyone more miserable and despicable than you."

"Ants are ants."

"It's your fate to be trampled under my feet obediently!"

"Why do you have to hold on to that tone and rush out?"

"In today's society, money is king. Do you really think that studying can change your destiny?"

"Fool!"

……

Gao Muyuzhi left with great satisfaction.

Her back was high-spirited and filled with the arrogance of an upper class person.

This time, the inner demons and illusions have not changed.

Jia Lan stood not far away, quietly watching Song Zhi in the broken window.

At this time, Song Zhi's eyebrows were dim, and he could no longer live up to his original agility.

Big tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

She just stared at Gao Muyu's back, crying bitterly and sadly.

A strong sense of despair filled her whole body.

*

"Song Zhi."

"What can I do to help you?"

After watching this scene, Jia Lan already understood.

These things presented in the illusion are all Song Zhi's past or obsessions in his heart.

It was precisely because of his unresolved obsession that Song Zhi had such a strong inner demon.

To eliminate Song Zhi's inner demon, wake her up as soon as possible.

Jialan must find a way to open her heart.

"It's you."

"Yanlan."

"The only son of the chairman of Yan's Liquor Industry."

"How do you want to help me?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"do you like me?"

Song Zhi's eyes were confused at first, and then suddenly filled with sarcasm.

After she finished speaking, Jialan had already changed space and was in a luxurious presidential suite.

He was pressed on the bed by Song Zhi, and his hands were unbuttoning his shirt.

Jialan: "!!!"

and many more!

How could it become like this? !

……

*

At this time, Jia Lan was in another illusion of the inner demon. He didn't know that he was in the illusion of the illusion he had been in before.

Song Zhi, who was locked in a simple cement room, had used a towel to save himself.

She couldn't get the key to the chain.

But she could use the towel to connect with the bed frame and use the force to break the lock.

Her biological parents used love to seduce her and lured her back to their hometown, intending to sell her to a fool in exchange for bride price for her brother.

She doesn't have to sit still and wait for death.

She has legs and can run.

Gao Muyu bumped up her place at Qingbei University.

She really couldn't change this fact, but Gao Muyu could never take away her talent and knowledge.

The villagers bullied the adoptive father for being disabled and were rude and unreasonable.

She can bring the surveillance records installed at her door to the media and reliable newspapers to expose them, and at the same time approach the police for fair help.

Use public opinion and the law to protect your own interests and vent bad words on your adoptive father. If she misses the college entrance examination, she can hide her strength and bide her time and wait patiently for the re-examination.

As long as people live.

There is hope for turnaround and reversal.

Life is inherently bitter and sweet. If you fall into the dark side blindly, you are doomed to be one with darkness.

But she, Song Zhi, wanted to run towards the light!

She had indeed experienced the things in the illusion in her previous life.

However, she was not as humble and cowardly as the fantasy showed, and she did not give up on herself.

After crying and feeling the pain, she stood up again, actively dealt with it, and looked for reliable solutions.

This is the real Song Zhi!

*

"This is the real me."

"Song Zhi, it's time for you to wake up."

On the broken windowpane of the cement house, a golden elixir female cultivator wearing a light blue dharma skirt and a flowing ribbon on her head spoke lightly to Song Zhi in the illusion.

Her face looked different from Song Zhi's, but those slightly upward phoenix eyes had the same cold brilliance.

"I am you."

"You are Song Zhi."

"Zhiwei, it's time to wake up."

The female nun on the glass stretched out her slender palms to Song Zhi in front of the window, as steady and reliable as a mountain.

Song Zhi lowered his head and curled his lips with a smile, and suddenly felt many emotions in his heart.

Ask the heart and ask the heart.

In fact, she didn't understand until today.

She Song Zhi, from the first life of the 21st century.

After passing through the book, she became the second life of the female supporting system, a tool that enforces tasks.

Now, I finally managed to obtain my third life.

The only person she can rely on is someone she can trust without reservation.

It was always just herself.

"It's time to wake up."

"Thank you."

"Always stay with me."

"Three lifetimes of twists and turns, three lifetimes of suffering."

"May this life be the final stop for you and me."

"Three thousand swords, slashing through thousands of catastrophes!"

"Break it for me!"

*

The water-covering mandarin ducks and two swords came to answer the call.

The two swords screamed in the air as they tore through the void.

Then, the inner demon illusion shrouded in layers of inner demon black mist quickly dissipated after the golden light came in.

Song Zhi stood in the secret place of the air bag, with a long body and a round and full golden elixir in his body. The radiant aura slowly circulated in it, making people happy to see him.

In the dark, the thunder calamity belonging to the perfection of the golden elixir roared from the clouds on the horizon.

But Song Zhi moved his eyes slightly and aimed at Fuzi Jialan, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and a forbearing look on his face.

"In order to accumulate merit, I really risked my life..."

Do you want to work so hard?

Once the golden body has been cultivated, becoming a saint is just a matter of time.

The Golden elixir cultivator dares to exploit the Heart-Questioning Tribulation casually. Fellow Taoist Jialan is really a very brave man!

Song Zhi complained in his heart and drew his sword to strike around Jialan again and again.

Her sword was enchanted with the first-born spiritual fire, and the sword technique was extremely strong and yang-yang, giving her an awe-inspiring righteousness.

The inner demons and black mist that surrounded Jia Lan, trying to wait for an opportunity to enter, immediately screamed and disappeared into thin air.

Because the inner demon black mist is a small branch of Song Zhi's inner demon calamity, she can handle it with ease.

She stabbed Jialan, who was struggling with three furious slashes, and then suddenly opened her eyes.

He opened his mouth and let out a loud gasping sound that he had been holding in for a long time.

There was a lingering sense of fear in his whole person.

"Amitabha."

"All colors are beautiful and beautiful, don't dare to be stained by them."

"Sin, sin, sin."

As soon as Jialan regained consciousness, he immediately put his hands together and recited the Buddha's Reveal silently.

Listening to his muttered confession, Song Zhi's expression cracked for a moment.

Pink skull?

The noble Lord Buddha, in his own inner demon world, what kind of things have he experienced?

Is he serious?