Meng Qing stared at the date and thought for a while.

This design was originally her casual record of clothes design inspiration, scribbling and drawing, very messy.

Last month, she only made one piece of clothing, which was an anime character's clothing ordered by a male coser. The character is a high-cold bking. When Meng Qing designed the clothing, she inevitably thought of Lu Zhizhou.

"Maybe I dreamed about Lu Zhizhou, and I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it in a daze."

Thinking this way, Meng Qing turned over the page of "Declaration of Broken Love Diary".

The breeze brought by the paper lifted her bangs, and Meng Qing seemed to hear her chest screaming like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Shaking her head, Meng Qing shook off the roar in her ears.?Legendary ancient new clothes, gold...

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It must be caused by lack of sleep. She hasn't slept well these days.

It's all Lu Zhizhou's fault.

Meng Qing cursed, and put the account on Lu Zhizhou's head. Then she found a pen, lay down on the bed and began to compose the picture, capturing the inspiration that just burst out.

Drawing and painting, she deviated from her inspiration and drew a dragon tail.

"It's a dragon!" Qiao Ziai suddenly leaned his head over, "You want to make a dragon robe?"

Meng Qing closed the design book with a "snap", and said with a guilty conscience: "No, I drew it blindly."

"I thought you were going to make clothes for Lu Zhizhou." Qiao Ziai said.

Meng Qing looked at her in surprise.

Qiao Ziai said disapprovingly, "Lu Zhizhou's real body is a dragon, and everyone in the building knows it."

"When did you know?"

"today."

Meng Qing said "Oh", and she felt a little balanced. Just now, she thought that Lu Zhizhou let the neighbors know his secret first, and then told her last.

Thinking of Lu Zhizhou taking the landlord to save the world but not her girlfriend, Meng Qing was upset: "Where is the landlord? What's the situation with them?"

"You mean 402 and 403." Qiao Ziai blinked and said mysteriously, "402 seems to be a panda spirit, and 403 is a bamboo spirit."

Meng Qing was shocked: "They are not human?!"

Qiao Ziai: "It seems not. Otherwise, why did Lu Zhizhou accept them as apprentices?"

Meng Qing thought of the giant panda hugging bamboo that she saw at the gate of 402 yesterday, and her scalp tingled: "Those weird-looking people in the corridor yesterday, are they sure they are not cosplaying?"

Qiao Ziai asked without answering, "What do you think?"

"But...that fishtail beard, I remember that he is a tenant on the second floor." Meng Qing murmured, "Two years ago, he was still an ordinary human, and he went to my tailor shop to make clothes."

"Yes, yes, I hate it so much! I regret it!"

Qiao Ziai exaggeratedly beat his chest with both fists, and roared like a gorilla: "In the past two years, Xia Fei and I have either been filming outside or traveling, and the time we stayed in Guhe Street is too short. As a result, we can only be suppressed by Lu Zhizhou's magic now..”

Meng Qing: "You've confused me."

"It's all Lu Zhizhou's good deeds! You don't know what he has done to Guhe Street in the past two years!" Qiao Ziai opened his palm, "Did you see this finger is stitched? I understand now that people oftenWhat is it like to say that a giant’s leaking fingers are enough for ordinary people to live in luxury and food for a lifetime. Lu Zhizhou! In the past two years, he was not in Guhe Street, but he had left some mental power to cover that building."

Meng Qing lay on the bed, resting on the octopus pillow on her elbows, holding her face in her hands.Listening to Qiao Zi'ai's explanation, she remembered that Lu Zhizhou said yesterday that his mental power was exhausted now.

"Did you see yesterday, those people in the corridor, they were ordinary people two years ago, but in just two years, they have become fine!"

"It's all about Lu Zhizhou's mental strength!"

"I'm so regretful! If I've been staying on Guhe Street for the past two years, I can also share some spiritual power. I don't want to become a fairy, but I just want to make my acting skills perfect and become a top star!"

"Meng Qing, you're at a loss! What a fucking loss! As Lu Zhizhou's girlfriend, you didn't get his spiritual power."

Meng Qing was stunned when he heard this: "What do I need his mental strength for?"

"Your tailor shop." Qiao Zi loves iron and steel, "If you share his mental strength, then you make clothes, tsk tsk tsk."

"Of course, I didn't mean that you are not good at making clothes now."

"I almost forgot, although you haven't been in Guhe Street for the past two years, your tailor shop has always been there!"

"How about it? Do you want to go to the tailor shop to have a look? Maybe the sewing machine inside is also very good..."

Qiao Ziai said it bluffing, as if she had been picking her feet at home for eight years, and finally got a chance to audition, so she was an out-of-date actor who was desperately performing in front of the director.

Too much force, but a little distorted.

Meng Qing put a big question mark on what she said.

Qiao Ziai suddenly laughed strangely, moved her face to Meng Qing, and said in a low voice, "Actually, there is another way to obtain Lu Zhizhou's spiritual power."

"any solution?"

After asking Meng Qing, she regretted it. From Qiao Ziai's revealing smile, Meng Qing had already guessed what she was going to say.

Sure enough, Qiao Ziai said bluntly, "doi."

Meng Qing's face turned red.

"Isn't Lu Zhizhou a dragon? It's said that dragons are inherently obscene, so is there something special about him? You go and explore." Qiao Ziai wasn't shy when talking about this: "I played a role in a costume before.In this drama, the hero is a snake demon, good guy, he can sit on his waist."

Meng Qing: "..."

Qiao Ziai: "Lu Zhizhou is the Dragon King. Isn't a dragon more powerful than a snake? From this point of view, if you wait for Lu Zhizhou for two years, you will surely make a profit. If you and him..."

"Stop talking!" Meng Qing smashed an octopus pillow.

Qiao Ziai took the pillow, laughed and rolled on the bed.

The soft bed swayed a few times as she rolled.

Meng Qing lay on the quilt, shaking her body accordingly.

The shaking single bed last night, the airtight room, the meowing of cats on the roof, and Lu Zhizhou's suppressed and frenzied movements, she was like a fish floating in the waves, smashed to pieces by a giant ship and died appropriately.

Lu Zhizhou didn't have tentacles, and didn't turn back into a dragon body, but the experience he brought her was fresh and unparalleled.

Recalling last night, Meng Qing buried her face in the quilt, her neck was connected to her face, blushing.

Qiao Ziai didn't notice Meng Qing's embarrassment at the moment. She was holding her mobile phone, poking open a group chat with the note "Cultivation of Immortals", her fingers flying, typing and sending a message.

After seeing Qiao Ziai off, Meng Qing stopped by to buy vegetables and fruits.

The vegetable market is behind the community, turn left from the back door and go straight for 300 meters.

Meng Qing has walked this road countless times, and she can walk there with her eyes closed, but today, she came out of the back door and turned left and walked straight for an unknown number of three hundred meters, but she didn't see the familiar vegetable market.

Too tired to walk, Meng Qing put the empty shopping bag on the roadside steps and sat on it to rest.

Strange, did the vegetable market relocate?

Meng Qing looked around, the environment was very strange, there were no road signs nearby, she didn't know this road.

There is a river embankment across the road, and the river embankment is connected to a grassy slope. Some people play Frisbee with dogs on it. Sometimes the frisbee flies high, chasing the setting sun.The sun is red, big and round, like a blood moon in a comic book scene.

It was evening, and the sky looked like an oil painting splashed with colored ink.

Chirping sparrows stand on wires, under poles—

Meng Qing gradually widened her eyes.

She saw Lu Zhizhou!

Lu Zhizhou stood by the telegraph pole, he folded his arms and looked at Meng Qing, as if he had been looking at Meng Qing for a century.

The clouds were low.

Between them, it was as if countless fragmented worlds were torn apart by electric wires.

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