The next morning, Zhan Lu woke up much later than usual.

She reached out and touched it, but there was no one else around.

It was a dream.

She sighed.

Although it was a dream, she didn't forget the scene in the dream at all, every qiē was so real, she didn't forget even a minute or a second. His breath, his body, his voice, his temperature...... His enduring lingering relationship with her, the pleasure he brought her.

At that time, she was immersed in the joy of seeing him again, and indulged in it all night. At this time, recalling the absurd behavior at night, I didn't feel that my face was a little red.

Last night, if it was really an ordinary dream, if it was really as he said in his dream, it was his spirit who came out to meet her in a dream, how ashamed he would be when he saw him next time!

But...... If it was really just a dream last night, then I won't see him again.

Thinking about it like this, Zhan Lu only felt that her already tired body was even more tired.

She was lying on her bed when she heard a knock on the door.

She felt very lazy, so she didn't move, but just shouted outside:

"What's the matter?"

The voice of Daoist Qingxuan came from outside:

"Seeing that the girl didn't get up today, I was afraid that something would happen to the girl, so I came to ask. ”

Only then did Zhan Lu remember that it was usually when she got up to make breakfast for Daoist Qingxuan, and he went out to set up a stall. Today, she was lying in bed and couldn't get up, and Daoist Qingxuan was also hungry. I was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly shouted:

"I'm fine! I'm out!"

She screamed as she quickly put on her clothes and opened the door.

Daoist Qingxuan stood in front of her very respectfully, holding a tray in his hand, on which were a bowl of porridge, two hot buns, and a plate of side dishes.

Zhan Lu didn't feel hungry at first, but when she saw the food, she suddenly felt hungry. She smiled a little embarrassedly and asked at Qingxuan Daoist:

"You did it?"

Daoist Qingxuan shook his head:

"Only porridge was boiled, side dishes were ready-made, and buns were bought at the door. ”

Zhan Lu smiled:

"I thought you had given me all the money you had gotten into the fortune telling, but I didn't expect you to keep a few pennies in your hand. ”

Daoist Qingxuan's face turned red:

"I didn't leave much, I'm afraid there will be a need. ”

Zhan Lu shook her head:

"I don't mean to blame you, it should be. ”

At this point, the two of them were speechless again. They smiled awkwardly at each other.

Since that time, Daoist Qingxuan lost his temper for a while and confided in her heart, although the two of them were under the same roof for six or seven years, they had never had such a normal conversation, and it was normal to be embarrassed at this time.

Zhan Lu took the tray from Daoist Qingxuan's hand and walked into the lobby of the wine store to eat. Daoist Qingxuan glanced into the Zhan Lu room, sniffled, and smelled an indescribable fragrance.

Qingxuan Daoist was the most alert, he turned to look at Zhan Lu's back, and his heart was suspicious.

But he didn't say anything, packed up his things, and went to the door to set up a stall.

Zhan Lu finished eating, and also packed up and opened the door. She was thinking about Ming Yijun in her heart, and she was a little distracted all day. Daoist Qingxuan saw her abnormality in his eyes, but he didn't say much.

At night, Zhan Lu's heart was even more chaotic, and he had no intention of operating, so he beckoned Daoist Qingxuan to come in early and closed the door. I cleaned up and went to bed, an hour earlier than my usual bedtime.

Daoist Qingxuan watched Zhan Lu close the door, thoughtful. Stretched out his foot and kicked his little nest to the edge of Zhan Lu's bedroom door, turned back into a fox, lay on the small nest, put his ear to Zhan Lu's door, and slept.

But he said that Zhan Lu went to the bed and lay down, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the chuckle of the man in his ear:

"It's been so early today. ”

Zhan Lu turned around in surprise and threw herself into his arms:

"It turned out that last night was not a dream. ”

He laughs:

"No, it's a dream. It's just that...... This is my dream, and I have the final say. ”

"I don't care if it's a dream or not!" she said, "just know you're here." But whether it's your dream or mine, I just know that this is my wine shop, and I should have the final say. ”

As she spoke, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, biting him on the lips as if she were coquettish.

Mingyi-kun watched her change with interest. It's been seven years, she has grown up, she has really become an adult, she is no longer so shy, she is no longer so afraid of him, her figure is more like that of an adult, and the childishness on her face has receded.

He still missed the little girl he had seen for the first time, but the beautiful young woman in front of him brought him more joy. The little girl in the memory and the beautiful woman in front of you overlap and become a person. Ming Yijun looked at her and felt intoxicated like he had never felt before, and he was immersed in her eyes.

Her gaze was like wine, like the wine she had made, and her lips were the sweetest fruit he could pluck.

The two fraternized, but refused to fall asleep like this, Zhan Lu asked him about his experience over the years, and Ming Yijun told her what had happened in the past seven years.

He had been trapped in the temple for seven years, and seven years should have been just a moment for him with an endless lifespan. In addition, the temple is magnificent, with dancing spirits as far as the eye can see, and the most beautiful kagura to hear, in addition to this, there is also an endless supply of food and wine in the temple, which can be taken at will. In the temple, not to mention seven years, even if it is for decades, hundreds of years, it will definitely not be boring.

He could have drunk and had fun every day, or he could have simply slept for hundreds of years, waiting for things to change before he could get out of the temple.

But he couldn't eat, and he couldn't sleep.

Although the food and wine are precious, his heart is so pulled by her, and if he can't see her, even if it is a delicious food, he can't eat it.

This is the first time for him.

He originally thought that in his long life, there would be no new things happening, but after meeting her, countless new feelings that he had never experienced before came to his heart, bringing him indescribable surprises.

He missed her, her shadow kept appearing in front of him, her bright eyes, her smile, all made him fascinated. The thought pained him. Ming Yijun had never experienced pain before, but now he knew.

The elves in the temple sensed his mood and changed her form to please him. Those elves are the most clever, but they have learned her appearance very similarly, even if Zhan Lu herself comes, I am afraid that he will not be able to tell what the illusion of the elf is different from herself.

He had tried to find comfort in the vision, but the elves in the temple would only repeat what she had done and what she had said. When he tried to talk to them, they tried to pretend to be dewy, but they didn't look like it.

They are not her after all, she is irreplaceable.

Ming Yijun sighed and stretched out his claws, tearing apart the phantom created by the elf, no longer trying to find solace in the phantom. The elves in the temple let out a terrifying scream, turning into smoke under the sharp claws of Ming Yijun.

So he began to search, and there were ninety-nine rooms in the temple, and he started looking for the first one, hoping to find a gap from which he could escape. He searched for seven years without eating or sleeping, and finally found a very small gap.

Even if the gap was only the size of an ant, he could change and climb out of it. But this gap was not even visible at all, and only a little air flow was allowed to blow through, so he pulled out his spirit and flew out of this gap.

It is an extremely dangerous thing to let the spirit out of the body. If it is a human being, the soul is separated from the body, and it can never go back. Although Ming Yijun is immortal and immortal, the divine soul is so important, if the divine soul is allowed to leave the body, it is very likely that he will encounter an accident. If something happens to his soul, his body will never wake up again.

Fortunately, the spirit is invisible and comes and goes freely. Even if something happens, it can be avoided in time. Moreover, Ming Yijun's divine soul is extremely powerful, and it is not comparable to others. He wandered in the air for several days, found the traces of Zhanlu, and met her in a dream, only to feel that for seven years, it was like a world away.

When Zhan Lu heard this, she was sad and happy, and she reached out to touch Ming Yijun's cheek. Time will not leave a trace on Ming Yijun's face, but there is a human-like look in his eyes.

She dropped a kiss on his eye, and was about to open her mouth to confide in Ming Yijun, when she suddenly heard a loud noise.

The door to her bedroom was kicked open from the outside.