Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

Qin Mu was extremely exhausted. He had just recovered from a serious illness and was forced to stay up all night. Now he couldn't bear it any longer.

Peng Yue seemed to notice Qin Mu's tiredness. She leaned over and patted Qin Mu's shoulder lightly. The words she said were very gentle, but her tone sounded somewhat strange, "Are you tired? In case of an emergency, a person like you who is just recovering from a serious illness should take a good rest. Go to sleep, it's okay, I'll take care of anything."

Obviously, she didn't sleep all night, but Peng Yue and Qin Mu looked very refreshed when compared with each other.

Qin Mu didn't think much about it either, because he really didn't have the energy and strength to think about it.

He nodded bluntly, just about to fall asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed, when he suddenly remembered something.

Qin Mu's voice sounded somewhat hoarse, "Remember not to go out, if you have any problems or if you are sleepy, just wake me up."

Seeing that Peng Yue nodded in response, Qin Mu finally fell comfortably on the bed, his consciousness quickly blurred.

And not long after he fell asleep, the mobile phone on the ground vibrated.

Zhang Yi's number called again.

Peng Yue just leaned over to take a look, picked up the phone, and hung up the phone at the same time.

She also turned off Qin Mu's cell phone by the way.

"Sleep well, sleep enough." Peng Yue's voice sounded softly, but she didn't look at Qin Mu, but looked out of the window.

Qin Mu on the bed didn't know anything, but fell asleep with very steady breathing.

He even vaguely dreamed about some past events, the past events with Peng Yue.

Until he woke up, Qin Mu still felt as if he had not slept enough, his body was heavy and his head was not clear enough.

It took Qin Mu a few minutes to barely open his eyes.

Unexpectedly, it was not the expected brightness, but the afterglow of the setting sun.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep from morning to dusk. Qin Mu was stunned for a while before he realized and accepted the fact.

He was too tired, coupled with not being able to sleep well, his body was really overloaded.

Qin Mu took a deep breath, and his chaotic mind cleared up a little.

He sat up slowly, but the scene in front of him completely stunned Qin Mu.

Peng Yue sat in front of his bed, but instead of sitting directly beside the bed, she sat on a chair.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling better?" Peng Yue smiled at Qin Mu, her tone sounded somewhat erratic, "Or did you have a good dream?"

Peng Yue's tone didn't sound right no matter what, she wasn't asking Qin Mu in a normal way at all, but it seemed like she was doing a process.

Apart from this, Peng Yue's attire also made Qin Mu feel a little overwhelmed.

When Qin Mu wanted to get out of bed, he lowered his head a little, and what caught his eye was the bright red embroidered shoes on Peng Yue's feet.

"You..." Qin Mu wanted to ask, but didn't know how to speak.

It's just a pair of shoes, maybe Peng Yue dug them out of the house and put them on.

As for why you want to change it...

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with you?" Peng Yue spoke again, maintaining a smile on her face.

It was only at this time that Qin Mu finally realized what was so strange about Peng Yue's voice.

Like an artificial intelligence, she spoke in a very rigid tone. Although she was caring, she didn't actually have the slightest emotion.

Other than that, it was what Peng Yue looked like now.

Her smile was so stiff that Qin Mu couldn't think of how to describe it right now.

All in all, the current Peng Yue feels like a dummy to Qin Mu.

It happened that the room was completely dark, and Qin Mu felt unreal, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He sat there in a daze, reacted for a long time, did not answer Peng Yue, but slowly planned to get out of bed.

Who knew that Peng Yue suddenly reached out and pushed him back on the bed.

This sudden movement was very powerful.

"I want to tie my hair into a braid, but there is no mirror to look at. Please help me look at it." Peng Yue said, her head lowered stiffly, and the movement of raising her arms seemed strange.

Qin Mu didn't speak, but quietly looked at Peng Yue.

After she raised her hand, she first undid the ponytail on her head, and then used her fingers to comb her hair one by one.

Then start braiding.

It seemed that she was in a really good mood, Peng Yue was humming while braiding her hair.

Qin Mu had never heard the tune in Peng Yue's mouth, it was very strange.

The melody and rhythm are like folk songs from some small place, but Qin Mu knows very well that Peng Yue doesn't know these things.

She never had any interest in these either.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Mu asked her aloud.

Only then did Qin Mu realize that his voice was trembling slightly.

And at this very moment, the voice of the eminent monk before echoed in Qin Mu's ears.

Don't trust the people around you!
As soon as I think about it, this sentence keeps ringing in my ears.

Qin Mu stared straight at Peng Yue in front of him, feeling cold all over his heart.

There is obviously something wrong with Peng Yue's current state.

"Does my braid look good?" Peng Yue asked word by word with a smile on her lips after braiding her hair.

Her reaction was stiff, like a wooden figure being secretly manipulated by someone.

Qin Mu took a deep breath, "Peng Yue, what's wrong with you? Tell me."

"Does my braid look good?" Peng Yue asked again without answering him.

"...It looks good." Qin Mu chose to answer this time.

Peng Yue was obviously very happy to get the answer she wanted, but the more excited she got, the more rigid the expression on her face became.

The expression is smiling, but there is no trace of a smile in his eyes.

On the contrary, it is still as dull as a wooden man.

"That's good... that's good..." Peng Yue was very relieved, and hummed the song again after speaking.

This time she sang a few words in a low voice from time to time, Qin Mu finally heard clearly.

Peng Yue was humming a tune about marriage in ancient times.

It seems to be written by someone from some village.

"Peng Yue, why are you humming this song?" Qin Mu asked with a frown, at this time he pretended to get out of bed again, and Peng Yue didn't stop him.

"Humming?" Peng Yue seemed to be talking to herself, "Because I'm getting married!"

This sentence made Qin Mu feel like being struck by lightning. He was stunned. He stood up after reacting for a while, and looked down at Peng Yue in front of him, "You want to marry? Who are you marrying? What's going on? ?”

Peng Yue didn't answer either, with blunt joy on her face, "I'm getting married, I'm finally getting married."

"Peng Yue, Peng Yue, answer me!" Qin Mu was not anxious because of what Peng Yue said about getting married, but because of Peng Yue's situation.