Hey, you are reborn too?

Jiang Mian felt like a drowning person at this moment, his consciousness was slowly disappearing, but his body was slowly sinking.

He was unwilling to accept this, there was a faint voice in his mind.

Apart from the few times when I saved Awei, I had never held Awei's hand properly, and I had never told her my feelings. I broke my promise to her again tonight...

A feeling of suffocation came over him, and Jiang Mian's eyes went dark.

The life force in his body slowly drained away, and Jiang Mian's soul seemed to be trapped in his body. He could not do anything to stop the illusion.

He clearly felt that his body was slipping away from his control, and he was like an outsider, watching his body slowly being drained away and turning into a walking corpse.

Even his heart couldn't beat, because even his heart seemed out of his control.

Even though Jiang Mian has been reborn, he doesn't want to experience that feeling of powerlessness and despair again.

Is this a dream?

Or reality?

If this is really a nightmare, please wake up quickly...

Before he lost consciousness, he felt himself falling into an embrace.

I could also vaguely hear a teasing voice.

"Oh, this little kid is pretty good looking."

who is it……

When Jiang Mian woke up, he found himself in a strange place.

He struggled to open his sticky eyelids, but he didn't have the strength to stand up for the time being, so he could only lie on the bed and observe the environment.

Jiang Mian looked at the furnishings in the house and realized that this was definitely not the Dayuan Palace or the prison. The furnishings were relatively simple, yet still luxurious.

He frowned, thinking that he might have never been to this place before.

"Are you awake?"

A voice suddenly came from behind the door curtain. It sounded quite friendly and did not scare Jiang Mian.

A man came into the room through the curtain. He was wearing a sky-blue gown and looked to be around thirty years old.

Jiang Mian narrowed his eyes and looked at him warily: "Who are you?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse, as if he had not been in water for a long time.

"Little brother, don't be impatient. I have no ill intentions. If I wanted to harm you, you probably wouldn't be able to get here alive." The man in green poured him a glass of water and placed the porcelain cup next to him. "Drink some water to moisten your throat first. As for my identity, I'll tell you later."

Jiang Mian swallowed a few sips of water, and the dryness in his throat was relieved a lot. He estimated the age of the man in front of him and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, brother...where is this place?"

"Are you talking about this place?" The man in green took the porcelain cup from Jiang Ming's hand and gently placed it on the table next to him. "This is the Medical Immortal Valley."

Medical Valley?

Jiang Mian had heard of the Medical Valley. It was rumored that it was an isolated place with many natural treasures. Most importantly, there was a miracle doctor with extraordinary medical skills who could revive the dead and turn bones into flesh.

And they say this is the Medical Immortal Valley, is this really the Medical Immortal Valley?

Jiang Mian did not express his doubts directly, but planned to judge it himself first.

Jiang Mian once again looked over the furnishings in the room calmly.

Sure enough, I discovered some precious medicinal herbs that I could name.

And what kept filling his nose was the fragrance of herbs.

The man in green in front of him had a gentle smile and an extraordinary aura. He actually saved him from the backlash of the illusion, and looked like a miracle doctor.

More importantly, he did not take advantage of his downfall to add insult to injury.

You know, the Tianhong Jue, which represents the identity of the young master of the Tianhong Sect, is still hanging on Jiang Mian's neck. When Jiang Mian woke up this time, he found that his clothes had been changed by someone.

Since her clothes had been changed, Tian Hongjue would not be able to hide it from the person in front of her.

But Jiang Mian could clearly feel the warmth that Tianhong Jue was transmitting to his chest.

In other words, the Tianhong Jue is still firmly attached to him, and the person in front of him has not taken it away.

Just for this reason, I should give a good look to the person in front of me.

"Thank you for saving me, brother." Jiang Mian used all his strength to stand up and respectfully bowed to the man in front of him. "From today on, I am willing to obey your orders and repay you for saving my life!"

"Hey," the man in green shirt quickly supported Jiang Mian, smiling, but with a worried tone in his voice, "Little brother, you have just recovered, so you don't have to be so polite. But you can let me do what I want you to do."

"Yes," Jiang Mian bowed deeply on the bed after being half-pushed and half-accepted by the man in green, "I am Wu Meng, and from now on, I will leave everything to you, sir."

"No dream?"

The man in green shirt in front of him looked a little puzzled. He frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows: "It's okay. I think it's good to sleep better."

"By the way, little brother," the man in green said with a smile on his face, but his words sounded like an accusation, "Where did you learn that illusion from, and from whom? Did he tell you that illusion cannot be used carelessly?"

Jiang Mian lowered his head silently, thinking about how much he should tell him.

"Why," the man in front of him chuckled, "is it inconvenient to disclose?"

Jiang Mian frowned slightly. After all, the man in front of him had saved him. For this favor, he did not intend to lie to him. But if he told him everything...

I don’t know if it will bring bad consequences.

Jiang Mian suddenly had an idea. Since he couldn't lie to him, and couldn't tell him everything, why didn't he just tell him the parts he could, and omit the parts he couldn't?

He rolled his eyes twice and quickly determined what content could be revealed to the person in front of him.

After making sufficient preparations and building up his emotions, Jiang Mian prepared to speak.

He sighed softly, his eyelids drooped, and he looked lonely and unwilling: "I learned it from a master, not for long, and I only learned the basics. He told me not to use it unless it's a critical moment, but..."

I thought it was a critical moment.

He didn't say this, hoping that the person in front of him could understand it on his own.

Jiang Mian slowly raised his head and looked at the man in green shirt: "My benefactor, why am I unable to control the illusion and instead suffer a serious backlash from it?"

The man in green frowned, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and pondered for a long time without saying a word.

It seemed that his doubts were a little difficult for him to answer.

"It's strange," the man in green shirt pulled a meridian map from the side and explained to him seriously, "Other people's meridians can only store a little essence, but I have checked your body these few days and found that your meridian structure is different from others. In your meridians, a lot of essence can be stored."

Jiang Mian's heart was in his throat.

He discovered that his body structure was peculiar, so did he begin to doubt his identity?

The man in green shirt seemed unaware of Jiang Mian's uneasiness. He talked about medical theories incessantly, making Jiang Mian feel a little sleepy.

Jiang Mian listened to him talking for a long time in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

"How is it?" The man in green shirt suddenly became anxious. "Did you understand?"

Jiang Mian's eyes suddenly opened, his heart suddenly tightened, and a deep fear swept over him.

How come this feeling is exactly the same as when I was catching up on sleep in class and then the teacher woke me up to answer questions?

The important thing is, I didn’t even hear clearly what he was asking!

Jiang Mian rarely felt overwhelmed.