Jiang Xiaocha was a little soft-hearted, and heard Sheng Jing call her name, "Xiaocha...... Don't leave me behind. ”

His voice was aggrieved and frightened, and even with a little bit of rare pleading, very humble, although it was a dream, Jiang Xiaocha heard a little choked.

Sheng Jing didn't know what he dreamed of, he was very painful, "I promise you everything, I beg you......"

His fingers curled together, grabbing the blanket under him, Jiang Xiaocha was very distressed, held the back of his hand, and his backhand was held by him, pinching her a little painful.

Sheng Jing, "Xiaocha, don't leave me, I was wrong...... Forgive me. ”

He said a lot of nonsense one after another, Jiang Xiaocha didn't understand what he was talking about, maybe he dreamed of something thousands of years ago, oh, he is not old or dead, and he hasn't forgotten his previous life for thousands of years?

So painful memories, why remember?

A person who has remembered a thousand years has not been tortured for a thousand years? If he can't sleep well in his dreams, is it that every night he is so miserable and haunted by nightmares?

And what did she do?

Jiang Xiaocha has always felt that the events of a thousand years ago have nothing to do with her, this is the first time she hopes to remember the past, to remember those stories, those sad, desperate, she is reluctant to mention the past.

It is clear which is right and which is wrong after a thousand years.

Why did she make Sheng Jing so painful in her dreams?

Jiang Xiaocha gently rubbed his hand, Sheng Jing's palm sweated a lot, and she didn't know if it was fear or nervousness, she always felt that she had to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

She raised her hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, which was scented with a little fleur-de-lis.

"The grand scene has passed. Jiang Xiaocha said softly, "I can't forgive you for my self thousands of years ago, and you can't keep indulging in the past, you have to look forward." ”

Sheng Jing's eyebrows were furrowed, listening to Jiang Xiaocha's voice, he seemed to feel better, the black patterns on his body gradually faded, and the person gradually became stable.

The wind chimes jingle like an ancient tune, more like soothing the frightened people in their dreams.

Jiang Xiaocha wanted to let go of his hand, but he was always holding it, like holding his last life-saving driftwood, she was so helpless that she had to sit on the edge of the bed and accompany him.

Sheng Jing's sleep felt like a long sleep, in the past thousand years, he was rarely able to sleep a peaceful sleep, those old dreams were always in the middle of the night, once he woke up, he could no longer sleep.

This time he used the ban, and the body was consumed again, and the recent frequent use of the ability did not have ten years of recuperation time, and he couldn't raise it back at all, as soon as he was weak, the purple gold flower in his body began to cause trouble, stirring him up with peace, and reminded him of Xiaocha's words and things before he died.

This is the revenge of the purple gold flower!

It's also his sweet burden, they all say that they think about it day and dream at night, but since the breakup, he has never dreamed of Xiaocha, I'm afraid that Xiaocha hates him, and he doesn't even want to enter in his dreams.

The purple gold flower that has guarded the alien fire clan for thousands of years is a flower with a soul, although it has no entity, it is loyal, otherwise, it will not explode and destroy the world after the alien fire clan is wiped out.

Only when the purple gold flower is haunted, he can see Xiaocha again.

That was the only chance he had to meet Chacha.

Even if he was Ling Chi in a dream by Zijin Hua, he was still being Ling Chi with sugar and a smile.

He was willing!