Dying in the Male Lead’s Arms Every Time I Transmigrate

Ning Meng breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed.

She was afraid of force majeure about the plot written in some novels. Fortunately, although the system sounded weak, nothing happened.

Once the matter was resolved, the stone that was pressing on her heart disappeared, and the old lady's body was slowly recovering.

After being pressed by her sister on the bed and lying down for another whole day, Ning Meng finally realized that her eyes were better.

It was as if it was covered with a layer of veil, and the whole room was filled with warm yellow light. It was neither bright nor dazzling, but it gave people a peaceful feeling.

The system is fascinating: "This is the qi in the formation. After you cross, you will have Yin and Yang eyes."

Ning Meng was shocked: "Yin and Yang eyes? Will I see a ghost in the future?"

The system was startled by her, "...Yes, it's just that you can't see it in Shi's house. And because the old man's eyes are not good, the ghosts of Yin and Yang will also become blurred."

Ning Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the **** is not high-definition, otherwise would it be scared to death.

It may be that the system is trying to compensate, and the memories of the old lady are also transferred to the mind.

The old lady's life can be regarded as a TV series in which a domineering president fell in love with me. I really liked this wife from a fisherman's family and her husband who had passed away a long time ago. Some sweet memories made Ningmeng toothache.

Fortunately, her husband passed away a long time ago. If she were still alive, Ning Meng really didn't know how she should face it.

In fact, the real old lady is not so optimistic. The body of the old lady is a disaster. It takes a minute to turn over, and it may not be able to turn over.

She finally knew that the old man was not easy.

Every move takes a lot of effort. It's really a world of difference compared to young people. The old lady's eyes are not good. Today she almost regarded Lichun as Lixia and made a joke.

Now that I have rested, I have recovered a lot, and my eyes are a little clearer, which is much better than blurring.

Seeing Lichun running around full of vitality all day long, Ning Meng lying on the bed was envious. She would still feel a little dizzy now, she was suffering alive.

Ning Meng sighed in her heart.

Young is good!

She looked around the room, it was even more gorgeous than what she had vaguely seen yesterday. It was introverted and luxurious, but it was unusual at a glance.

The family of the time described in the novel was a real wealthy family. Ning Meng used to have money in her family, but she didn't have the feeling of precipitation. In contrast, her family was like a nouveau riche.

The Shi family deserves the name of a famous family.

She sat up from the bed, took a few breaths, and patted her back laboriously.

Coincidentally, Lichun opened the door and came in, holding another bunch of flowers, cut and folded beautifully, Ning Meng, who liked plants, almost stared at it.

Lichun put the flowers in, and came to help her again, "Old lady, you can't move around, the doctor said you should rest more."

Ning Meng waved his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Lichun, pass me that mirror."

On this day, she knew him well. Lichun was the simplest person, but Lixia was sharp-eyed. Although Ning Meng had memories, she was afraid of being caught in the research institute as a monster.

Lichun took the small mirror, and suddenly reacted, "Old lady, you want to look in the mirror now?"

I've been sick for several days, my complexion is not good, and my complexion won't be any better. The old lady always loves beauty. If I get irritated, I feel angry...

Ning Meng touched her face, "I just want to see, you give it to me, don't be angry."

The dry and wrinkled skin really made her feel goose bumps.

Before waiting for a long time to move, she had no choice but to stern: "Lichun."

Lichun tangled up and passed the mirror.

The mirror has an antiquity feel, with a goose-egg shape, and the outline is carved out of wood. The handle is also wrapped with auspicious clouds and stalks, and it also carries a slight fragrance.

Holding it sinking in her hand, Ning Meng felt that many of the things used in the old lady's room were something of a bit of history.

Take this mirror as an example. It was given by an old lady and her mother-in-law. It was a bit similar to the heirlooms handed down outside, at least for several hundred years.

Antiquities are most likely to provoke evil things, but the old things in the old lady's room are full of warmth to the touch, obviously different.

This ancient mirror is surrounded by a warm yellow mist.

Systematic explanation: "Generally, harmony and aura are warm colors, among which warm yellow is the most peaceful and rare. Yin and evil auras are cool colors, such as black and gray. As for ghosts, they are more varied."

Then this ancient mirror is really amazing.

Ning Meng shook off his thoughts, moved the mirror closer to her face, and opened her eyes wide, ready to take a look.

The face in the mirror is an ordinary old man's face.

The reflected forehead and the corners of the eyes are wrinkled, and they look a bit harmonious, but the brows are tyrannical.

Now the owner of this face has changed, and his eyes are still chaotic, but when you look closely, you can see that he has no knowledge of the world and is transparent.

Ning Meng stared at this wrinkled face and frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. After a long while, she finally discovered the cause.

——This face looks like her.

When she was a freshman, the school forced to join a club. She happened to be interested in acting in the Dialogue Drama Club, so she signed up for it.

There are many beauties in the school. She has a soft face of Xiaojiabiyu. She doesn't have that aggressive beauty, and she won't have a relationship with them. Naturally, she can't play the protagonist, so she usually has to play a small cannon fodder role.

Before the end of the literary performance, she got the role of a heroine and her grandmother, who was doing arrogant and smashing mandarin ducks.

So when she came to the stage, for the sake of reality, she was made up as an old man with superb techniques by the members, and she wore a wig. They laughed for a long time.

The face in the mirror now looks almost the same as she had done with makeup at that time, except for the different temperament.

It's like waking up and wearing it until I am old.

Seeing the old lady staring at the mirror in a daze, Lichun raised her heart.

After an illness, let alone an old lady, even a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl will have a lot of ugly expression. This is all for sure.

Ning Meng put the mirror aside and said, "No, I just look at it."

There are so many weird things in the world, and she has gone through it.

It’s not surprising that people look like, and it’s not a big deal. It’s just a bit awkward, but it’s better than seeing another face you don’t recognize.

Furthermore, the system seemed to be twitchy, and she didn't force her to do things very much. Everything seems to be fine at the moment.

Ning Meng thought, turning the matter behind her head, and suddenly asked, "Has seventeen come?"

Lichun answered, winked at her, and said mischievously: "Yesterday, the young master said that if there is no accident, let Young Master Qi come over today, and we will live in the small building from now on."

The old lady is thinking about it. Now she likes to call it seventeen. Their servants can't call it that way.

Ning Meng patted her thigh, but she didn't feel limp at all.

She squeezed her mouth, the sooner the better, she would definitely have less trouble watching herself.

She used to come from a small wealthy family. For a wealthy family like Shi's family, she only felt like watching a TV series novel. The novel only described Shi Qi's bleak life lightly, but she must have experienced a lot in the end.

The unknown is the scariest.

Ning Meng couldn't help being connected with those conspiracies, and her heart was chilling.

She used to sleep on the things in the old lady's memory before, and now she is more familiar with this time.

Shi Qi’s true age was not mentioned in the novel. She recalled that her third son had been out of home for almost eight years. Looking at the situation at that time, the child was at least seven or eight years old, right?

It should be fairly easy to raise a small bean.

She asked casually: "How old is it?"

Lichun quickly replied: "Seven years old. Master He Cong is one year old."

Listening to her mention Shi Cong, Ning Meng didn't know what to think.

Shi Cong is the child of his second son. The old lady likes this only grandson very much, so he is also used to it, but he usually doesn't like to come to Xiaolou, after all, there are a lot of fun things in the big house.

But Ning Meng is not good for this child's senses.

First, it was the behavior of the old lady as a child in her memory. She only felt that Xiongzi was too arrogant, and it was already too arrogant.

She has eaten a lot of bear children's losses, so she still likes well-behaved children.

Secondly, Shi Cong and his sister added a strong touch to Shi Qi's gloomy childhood. Later, when Shi Qi took power in the Shi family, their fate was very miserable.

The old man's body was destined to have a headache when he thought about it too much. Ning Meng rubbed his temples, then lay back on the bed, and said slowly, "Then you tell me when he comes."

But you have to give this child who has lost both parents some affection. If she lives for a long time, don't ask her time to treat her well, just don't scare her.

Lichun responded, tucked her quilt, closed the door lightly and left.

Can't sleep lying in bed.

Ning Meng shouted systematically, "What is the old lady and son doing lately?"

The system said: "Wait for me to see..."

Within a few seconds, the system came back and said, "A man came to look for your eldest son two days ago. His daughter was playing pen fairy with someone at school, and something went wrong."

"Pen fairy?" Ning Meng was shocked.

She knows the power of Penxian. Various novels and horror films have used Penxian as a stalk more than once, and one of the most famous games for recruiting spirits.

After all, Bi Xian is not a fairy at all, but a ghost.

The system nodded: "The three people in the same dormitory with his daughter have already died, and the way of death is different, the death is miserable, and the next one is his daughter."

Ning Meng understood.

They didn't succeed in sending the pen fairy away, so they were entangled.