He looked down very calmly and continued to stare at the book.

"Did something happen?"

Qian Mian was separated from him by two or three meters, half farther than before.

She was sitting cross-legged on the ground as before.

That's how they got along back then.

He was responsible for chanting, she was responsible for listening, and when she was tired, she secretly squinted for a while, and he was responsible for covering her.

Time has changed, and the distance between the two has also widened.

"There was an explosion at Ningcheng Station. The perpetrator was infected with a new type of virus. Now I can barely control it. According to my investigation, this virus was developed by Kunlun and others. You should be aware of this plan."

She stared at his eyes, those eyes hanging lightly, not meeting her eyes.

After he was silent for a few seconds, Yun Danfeng said softly: "These things are out of my control as long as you come to me, it won't help."

Turning a page over, it turned back.

Qian Miao said slowly: "I know you are not that kind of person. Now that the relevant departments have launched an investigation, Kunlun and others will definitely be rectified by the Fa. If you don't stand up now, as the situation develops, it will affect you and the entire Bai family. Not helpful."

He sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and put the book aside. Then, he turned his back to her and picked the book.

There was a sense of innocence in the voice: "What can I do? You say."

"We need to find Kunlun's lair, and we also need to know the strength and plans of his ministry, so that we can quickly stop him."

The man was silent for a while with his back to her, and there was a soothing laugh: "If I said I didn't know, would you believe me?"

Qian Miao's complexion was stagnant.

"Yes, yes, I told you two years ago that I was involved in the New Human Project, but I was not in control, and they were afraid that I would do bad things. It is important to prevent me. I don't know many things."

"Brother."

He interrupted her, and under his hand, he also took out a book and flipped through it at will.

Afterwards, he slowly said: "Things are not as simple as you think. You have been with me for many years. What kind of person am I? You still don't understand?

I have been resisting for these years, but I have already failed. I can't even control my body. How can I control this situation. "

Qianmiao's heart was heavy and he relaxed for a while before he said: "At least, the Bai family should come forward to cooperate with the investigation. Without your help, Kunlun's plan will definitely be chaotic."

He was silent again.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at the Buddha statue in front of him, and opened his lips slightly: "Well, if you can beat me, I will do what you say."

A ray of hope appeared in Qianmiao's eyes.

"Do you remember the game we played since childhood?"

Some fragments in the memory regained consciousness, Qianmiao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Remember, I lose every time."

The days in the temple are boring, so they often play some small games to pass the time.

There was one game among those games, except that she had never beaten Bai Mucheng, the rest of the time, no matter who she compared with, she was a winner.

Therefore, every time Bai Mucheng didn't want her to do anything, he would use this game to bluff her.

She challenges every time and loses every time.

Once I think about it, I still feel extremely depressed.

This game is very simple. You draw and I guess. It is divided into two rounds. Take turns guessing. There are more guesses than anyone else. The person in charge of painting writes the answer on the back of the question board in advance, and then draws it.