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When Qi Shu woke up, he saw pairs of eyes staring at him, which made his scalp tingle.

He got up from the ground as if by accident, and then he realized that their bodies had been lying by the lake all along.

"Hey, is everyone awake?"

Jiang Jingmo was squatting by the lake at the moment, with a half-man-high block of ice next to him. Inside was a spirit beast with white fur and a duck bill, and two small horns on its head, which looked so ugly and cute.

"What is this?"

Qi Shu moved closer curiously, but was chilled by the cold air above.

"It should be the culprit that trapped us in the illusion." Jiang Jingmo answered Qi Shu's question while poking the ice.

"As soon as we woke up, we found it trying to escape from the lake. I had no choice but to freeze it."

"What on earth is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

Nan Xun also came over curiously. Was this the thing that almost trapped them to death in the illusion?

"I don't know, I haven't seen it either."

Jiang Jingmo had never seen this thing in his entire life. He just asked Yingchi about it, but he also said he had never seen it.

"Do you know?"

She turned to look at Shen Shuli again, and Shen Shuli just shook his head slightly. He had never seen this before either.

"That's weird. What on earth is this thing? I feel like I've seen everything since I came to this sect conference..."

Nan Xun muttered to himself, but casually summoned out his own spiritual vine. When the disciples of Changqing Sect took a look, they found that it was completely different from the spiritual vine he summoned at the beginning in the illusion.

"Junior sister, please melt this ice quickly. I will use the spiritual vine to tie it up and interrogate it to get something useful."

Jiang Jingmo responded with a "OK" and raised his hand to melt the ice. When the little spirit beast inside was about to be completely thawed, Nan Xun raised his hand and tied a circle of vines around it.

The ice completely melted, and the little spirit beast sneezed several times. Its chubby white body trembled, obviously frozen by Jiang Jingmo.

"Can this little thing keep us trapped in this illusion for so long?"

Nan Xun squatted in front of the little spirit beast and looked at it curiously. He had never seen such a strange spirit beast before.

Jiang Jingmo shrugged, indicating that this was the fact.

"Hey, little guy, what are you?"

Nan Xun curiously used Anyang's bamboo to poke the belly of the little spirit beast Rourou.

"Since you are a fantasy beast, you should be intelligent, right?"

Most of the spiritual beasts that can perform illusions have extremely high intelligence, otherwise how could they completely trap humans with complex emotions in their own illusions?

The little spirit beast's eyes rolled around with tears in them, and then it made a pitiful sound.

"I am nothing. My name is Dreamweaver."

"Dream weaving?" Nan Xun was surprised. "Then why did you trap us in the illusion? We have no grudges against each other."

"I didn't trap you in the illusion. It was you who broke into my illusion."

The little spirit beast felt even more aggrieved when he heard this, and tears began to fall from his eyes.

"You guys are right to break into someone's house..."

After saying that, Zhimeng burst into tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry. I didn't do anything to you." Nan Xun suddenly became flustered and had no idea what to do.

So Jiang Jingmo could only pull Nan Xun away first, and then squat in front of Zhimeng.

"Are you saying that this lake is your home?"

The little spirit beast stopped crying and nodded with tears in its eyes.

"We didn't mean to break into your house. We were just passing by, but got sucked into your fantasy."

Jiang Jingmo sighed, his tone somewhat helpless.

"Really?" Zhimeng finally stopped crying and blinked at Jiang Jingmo with her round little eyes.

"uh-huh."

"Then can you let me go?"

"No." Jiang Jingmo refused decisively.

"Why?" Dreamweaver didn't understand.

"Because we have been tortured by your illusion for a long time, so you have to compensate us." Jiang Jingmo deceived the child without blushing or beating his heart.

"But……"

"No buts. Did you see those people in blue clothes? You trapped them in the illusion for three days and they almost starved to death there!"

The disciples of Changqing Sect who were suddenly called out looked at each other, and saw a hint of guilt slowly rising on Zhimeng's face.

"Then what compensation do you want?" Zhimeng shrank his neck.

"We want whatever you have." Jiang Jingmo smiled harmlessly.

After an incense stick of time, Jiang Jingmo's eyes lit up as he looked at the lake whose illusion had been lifted. Nan Xun smiled so hard that his teeth were visible. An Yang didn't understand and just stood there in a daze, while Shen Shuli stood beside them speechless.

At this moment, the little spirit beast behind them had tears on its face, as if it had lost hope.

After dividing the treasures at the bottom of the lake, Jiang Jingmo rubbed his face, which was already sore from smiling, and came to Zhimeng.

"Since you have a good attitude in admitting your mistakes, we have decided to forgive you."

The little spirit beast looked at everyone with lifeless eyes, a look that was as desperate as it could be.

Although the disciples of Changqing Sect felt a little reluctant, they still nodded in aloof manner when they saw the 30% of treasures that Jiuxiao Sect gave them.

Originally, Xu Fengzui had no intention of accepting it, but Nan Xun and Jiang Jingmo forced it on her, saying that they had just asked for it in their name. Then they looked down at the number of the 30% treasures and had no choice but to accept it willingly.

There is no way, they gave too much.

After getting the treasure, Nanxun untied the vines that bound Zhimeng and released the little spirit beast back to the lake.

Everyone rested on the spot, and Jiang Jingmo was ready to pack up and leave, but she saw the spirit pen flew out of her space bag and turned into a blue-haired boy.

"Master, I remember what that spirit beast is."

He scratched his head embarrassedly. He felt that the weaver beast looked familiar the moment he saw it, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Fortunately, he finally remembered the origin of this weaver beast.

Jiang Jingmo was stunned by Jiang Chu's words. For a moment, she didn't know why he suddenly told her about the Dreamweaver. However, since the child wanted to talk about it, Jiang Jingmo would not stop her.

So, during Jiang Chu's clear introduction, Jiang Jingmo's eyes became brighter and brighter, especially when he heard the last sentence, then he completely disappeared.

Jiang Chu turned around in confusion, and saw that his master had appeared next to the Dreamweaver, who was looking at the empty lake bottom sadly.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, but she tried hard to suppress it, and finally she spoke in a pretentious manner.

"I think you're a little too lonely here now..."

Dreamweaver:?

"I think you need a contractor now."

Dreamweaver: ...

"What do you think about me?"

Jiang Jingmo's eyes lit up and he stretched out his bloody finger.