Hey, it's interesting, what I just saw, is it the inside of the bag, does it mean that this bag is really something unusual?
As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Xiaohan secretly scolded himself for being "stupid", of course this bag should be unusual, otherwise, how could a person who passed through his soul carry this bag, no, no, no, it was this bag that passed through with his soul.
There is a problem with the bag.
Of course there is a problem.
Zhang Xiaohan gathered his spirit and stared at it again, and his mind quickly looked through the bag, and saw the space in the bag again, it was so big, it was the size of a classroom, it seemed to be a wall all around, and the ground and ceiling were also a color, gray, and the inside was empty, only on the ground in the middle, there was a lonely thing.
Thinking about what it was, it seemed to be magnified and I could see it clearly, it was a mask, and the facial features were very clear.
Zhang Xiaohan looked at it for a while, and then withdrew from the bag, and now she could be sure that it was this bag that brought her soul here.
In the previous life, the modern life on the earth can probably only be said to be regrettable in the past life, Zhang Xiaohan has no relatives, his parents died when he was young, he grew up by his grandfather's side since he was a child, a few years ago, his grandfather also gave up in the West District, Zhang Xiaohan was completely alone. talked about a few boyfriends, but Zhang Xiaohan is too traditional, and it is really unacceptable to have to go to bed after meeting a few times, and each of them will break up within three months.
Therefore, for the time being, Zhang Xiaohan still has no nostalgia for her previous life, but she doesn't like this place she has crossed over to now, who would have thought that a good person would be brought here by a bag, and in the future, she will become a concubine or a furnace.
This bag shouldn't be an ordinary thing, there is such a large space inside, and there is a mask inside, it shouldn't be the most prestigious storage bag in the cultivation world.
Holding the bag in his hand, he thought about the mask in his heart, how could he take it out Just now there was a thought of "taking" in his mind, and there was a flower in front of him, and the mask fell lightly on the bed in front of him.
It's really a storage bag, Zhang Xiaohan reached out and picked up the mask, the mask couldn't tell what it was made of, it was as thin as a cicada's wings, it was slightly cool to start, and there were holes in the eyes, nose, and mouth, quite like the noodle stickers in the previous life, but there was no moisture on the noodle stickers.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Xiaohan tried to put the mask back into the storage bag, it was very easy, holding the mask in his hand, as long as he thought about it in his heart, the mask went into the storage bag.
I tried in and out a few times, as long as it was something I grabbed in my hand, whether it was a mask that was originally in the storage bag or a pillow on the bed, leaning on the storage bag, I could send it in through my mind.
More and more sure that this is the reality of the cultivation world, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly had another thought, he was not dreaming.
When dreaming, they all think that the dream is real, from the visual to the touch, even if you try to pinch the flesh of your thigh with your hand, you will also feel pain, this is what Zhang Xiaohan tried when he had nightmares before.
Then, how can I be sure that it is not a dream If it is really a dream, it is naturally easy to say, and it is not bad to have such a dream, but if it is not a dream, thinking of the exercises in my memory and those instilled thoughts, Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but shiver, by the way, once I woke up from a dream, and that time, I accidentally bit my tongue while sleeping. yes Zhang Xiaohan screamed in his heart, then, this pain is too real, it is real, the tip of the tongue must be broken, and there is a salty taste in the mouth.
It's bad, this break will be mouth ulcers next, it's hard to eat for several days, and I can't help but feel bitter, mouth ulcers, right now, there are far more serious things than mouth ulcers.
It was still the small room in front of me, a table, a chair, a bed, and a mirror, and I didn't wake up, because I didn't sleep at all.
Slightly white outside the window, Zhang Xiaohan looked around the room, his eyes finally fell on his body, and the last part of another memory in his mind was cultivation, but he didn't understand how Zhang Qingjiu became Zhang Xiaohan with good cultivation.
Zhang Xiaohan slowly got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, in which a delicate and pale little face was reflected, with big eyes and eyes full of panic.
Can you not be afraid, from the 29-year-old free man living on the modern earth, suddenly became a slave of the Zhang family in the Xiuzhen world, such a contrast, who can not be afraid Zhang Xiaohan slowly sat down in his chair.
The sky soon dawned, Zhang Xiaohan was still thinking about it with his head full of thoughts, and he heard the sound of walking outside the door, and knew that it was those concubines who had no spiritual roots, the daughters of the old men and concubines of the Zhang family.
Because he has no spiritual root, he has to become a slave of the family, a slave of miscellaneous labor, hmph, this Zhang family is really calculating, just because there is no spiritual root, even his own children can be slaves.
Hmph, what can you do if you have a spiritual root, it's not the same to become a slave, to become a slave who gave birth to a slave, Zhang Xiaohan can't figure it out, how can he tolerate his children becoming slaves if he is a father, doesn't he say that he pities the hearts of parents all over the world Thinking in his heart, he also stood up, carefully hid the storage bag close to his body, searched for Zhang Qingjiu's memory, and there was no storage bag, it is conceivable that this thing is precious, and it is easy to show his face.
Recalling what he would do every morning, he opened the door, brought in the water outside the door, washed himself, and changed into light green clothes.
There were girls of a similar age who brought the water out, respectfully, and their clothes were all green, but lighter.
The time to get up earlier was to get up earlier, and the instructors said that a slave must get up earlier than his master, go to bed later than his master, serve his master in front and eat behind his master, and get up early in order to develop a habit and serve his master better.
From the perspective of her sister-in-law, these words are simply too right, Zhang Xiaohan doesn't have to think hard, these things in Zhang Qingjiu's memory automatically jump out, and these contents are already deeply ingrained in her memory.
Sighing secretly, Zhang Xiaohan sat in front of the mirror, opened the simple dressing box, and drew a light makeup for himself The family rules of the Zhang family, the slave must make up properly to please the master.
Do you have to talk like this, can't you say that you have decent makeup, and you have a generous demeanor, and you are dissatisfied, Zhang Xiaohan still follows the rules and cleans herself up refreshingly, right now, her heart is still very chaotic, and she needs time to calm down. t1706231537: