I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 290 Dream

Li Mu glanced at the pile of bamboo slips on the table, and looked at Yin Huanping with a sly smile:

"Your little trick is hidden from me."

"Isn't Li Lang angry?" Yin Huanping's voice was very low and her eyes were a little flustered.

"You prepared the betrothal gift for yourself, why should I be angry?"

Li Mu shrugged and was about to speak, but he paused.

He stroked Yin Huanping's fair neck with his fingers, put his head close to Yin Huanping's ear and said softly:

"That depends on Ping'er's performance."

"I wasn't... um~"

"..."

"..."

...

Qingfeng Mountain, a thatched cottage on the back mountain.

Shanyuan sat cross-legged on a huge rock in front of the house.

His eyelids twitched and his forehead was covered with sweat.

......

In the mountains, two women were walking on the mountain path.

Judging from her clothes, you can tell that she must be the wife of a wealthy family.

The woman in front of me was wearing white clothes and was extremely beautiful, like a fairy from the mortal world, otherworldly, but her face was filled with sorrow.

In her arms was a boy, who, judging by his appearance, was no more than seven or eight years old.

The woman behind him was obviously much older and was dressed like a maid.

It looks like they are a master and servant.

"Mu'er, Mu'er, there is an old immortal on the mountain. There must be a way! Mother will never let anything happen to you!"

The woman in white touched the cheek of the boy in her arms and sobbed.

The boy in her arms glanced at the girl, sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Damn system, how long can I live!"

"…System detection shows that the host's life span can only last for a quarter of an hour. Please capture the goddess immediately. Please capture the goddess immediately!"

"What the hell am I going to do with my strategy? You idiot!"

"Rubbish body, rubbish system! I'm 1.88 meters tall, I have eight-pack abs..."

Hearing the murmur of the boy in her arms, the pupils of the woman in white suddenly contracted, and she cried:

"Mu'er, Mu'er, what's wrong with you, Mu'er, don't scare your mother, Mu..."

As he shouted, the woman in white felt the boy's breath, and her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Miss!"

The middle-aged woman dressed as a maid ran to the two of them quickly. She first put her hand in front of the boy's nose with a trembling hand, and her face turned pale immediately.

"Second... Second Young Master..."

Then he shook the woman in white vigorously, but seeing no response, he looked around, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and ran down the mountain.

However, not long after the middle-aged woman left, the boy suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"I am not dead! Get out of my body!"

Until he saw everything clearly, a look of confusion flashed across his eyes:

"Mother?"

"I have detected an abnormality in the host's soul. I have detected that the host's life has entered the countdown. Please use the "Blue Lotus Transformation Art" immediately. Please..."

"The matching is abnormal... The system is about to unbind, the matching is abnormal, and you will be deported soon, and you will be deported soon."

"Who! Who's talking! Who is it!"

The boy turned his head with great effort and looked around, as if this action had exhausted all his strength.

Suddenly, he felt a splitting headache, as if something was being pulled out of his body.

"No, no! Don't! I will die, I will die! Please..."

The boy roared softly, as if he was fighting against the force.

"Ah...ah..."

Suddenly, the boy covered his head with his hands, as if his soul was broken and torn, making him feel so painful that he wanted to die.

"Send...abnormal, send...normal..., match..."

An unknown amount of time had passed before the boy heard the voice in his head again. He sat up abruptly and rubbed his aching head with his hand.

Then he stared at his fist in astonishment, clenched it tightly, and muttered:

"Is this... a miracle?"

"Orphanage? Mengmeng? President Du? The Green Lotus Rebirth Art!"

The boy stood up slowly, muttering words that were difficult for him to understand, and his tone changed from confused to cold.

"Mu, Mu'er! Can you stand up?"

At this time, the woman who had fainted before woke up slowly, looked at the boy standing there, and her voice was surprised and happy.

The boy slowly raised his head and looked at the woman. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly coughed and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mu'er!"

The woman shouted anxiously, and just as she was about to get up, her body trembled, her eyes full of fear.

The boy raised his feet and moved closer to the girl step by step. However, with every step he took, his body seemed to grow taller.

By the time he reached the woman, the boy was already as tall as an adult.

"You...you, you are not Mu'er, you are not my Mu'er, you..."

The woman roared angrily and raised her hand to strike out with sword energy, but her hand stopped halfway in mid-air, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the boy just waved his hand slightly, and the woman fainted before she could react.

"Mother, save...me..."

The boy's face was covered with tears, and he fell to his knees in front of the woman.

......

...

Shanyuan suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, and said aloud:

"come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing violently again.

"Little, little uncle!"

Behind the tree, a very young Taoist nun ran quickly towards Shanyuan.

"Back off!"

Seeing the little nun coming forward, Shanyuan covered the blood on his sleeves and growled at her.

The little nun paused, thought for a moment, and quickly stepped back a few steps, then said:

"Fang, just received news that the Rannu army is approaching Donglai Pass, and it is suspected that no less than a hundred assassins have sneaked into the city. King Yan, King Yan has not shown up for a long time."

Shan Yuan's brows slowly wrinkled, his eyes flickered, and his expression was full of doubt and uncertainty:

“How can it be so fast!?”

"How long will it take for this news to reach the capital?" Shan Yuan's gaze fell on the little nun's face, his tone a little gloomy.

The little nun seemed to be a little afraid of Shanyuan's expression. She shrank back slightly, thought for a moment and replied:

"Tomorrow at the latest."

"Do you know Li Mu's current specific cultivation level?" Shan Yuan narrowed his eyes, his tone seemed a little anxious.

"Yes, it should be that he has just entered the first level not long ago."

The little nun replied in a soft voice.

Shan Yuan suddenly stood up, his hair moving without wind, and he said:

"How is that possible? His yard is full of... cough cough cough."

"Little uncle!"

The little nun leaned forward slightly, but then stepped back and just shouted anxiously.

"Go! No matter what, Li Mu is not allowed to leave the capital. Go now!"

Shanyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He had lost his usual calmness and looked a little crazy.

After the nun left, he took out three pieces of spine from his sleeves. He didn't know what animal it was. He pondered for a while and said to himself:

"What exactly was missed?"

...

In the exquisite waterside pavilion, in Yin Huanping's small house.

Yin Huanping pulled the thin blanket in front of her with one hand, and stroked Li Mu's back with the other hand. Her magnetic voice was accompanied by a little snickering:

"Mu'er, don't be afraid, I'm here... Are you having a nightmare?"

Hearing the word "Auntie", Li Mu shrank back unconsciously, with a look of confusion in his eyes:

"I, I don't remember."

"What did you dream about? It seemed scary... Did you dream about me being incompetent?"

Li Mu wiped the cold sweat from his head with lingering fear and said unhappily:

"It's all Lu Jianjia's fault. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have thought of this."

"Did you dream about Miss Lu?" Upon hearing this, Yin Huanping paused and asked curiously.

"Um...this..." Li Mu gritted his teeth, feeling that it was really unkind to hide such a thing.

He immediately told Yin Huanping about his encounter with 'Lu Jianjia' in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion today and his suspicion that there might be something wrong with him.

"How about inviting a sorcerer from Ruoshui Hall tomorrow... Ping'er?"

As Li Mu was speaking, he saw Yin Huanping's dazed look on her face. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly called out to her.

"Ah?" Yin Huanping seemed to have just come to her senses. She looked at Li Mu deeply, turned around and got out of bed, quickly put on her clothes, and prepared to walk out the door.

"No way, this is so realistic! You're just going to pull up your pants and turn your back on me?"

Thinking in his heart, Li Mu quickly asked: "Where are you going?"

Then I heard Yin Huanping say without turning her head:

"Go prepare some clothes for you. I remember you were wearing a scholar's robe in Qiuzhou."

???

Li Mu really couldn't turn such a sharp turn. Are the upper and lower parts connected?

Then Yin Huanping said, "We can't go on like this. I've made the stakes clear to you. You must go to this fight!"

As she spoke, Yin Huanping suddenly turned around and tilted her head to look at Li Mu. The guilt in her eyes flashed away, and she exhaled lightly, revealing an expression of relief:

"Ning'er seemed to say, were you still wearing a piece of black cloth over your eyes at that time?"