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In the dream, many people and things appeared in the shadows, and countless voices were noisy, one after another.

Her soul seemed to be stripped alive, floating in the shadows, like a dream.

Sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, and he didn't know if it was because the situation was dangerous and difficult to choose, or if these voices aroused confusion in his thoughts.

She only felt a pain in her heart, and it was uncomfortable.

There was a cry of pain everywhere all over his body, and his body was slowly cut into pieces like a knife.

That pain soaks into the bones, even penetrates the soul, and cannot be forgotten for eternity.

It was as if something had hit his chest hard, and the clouds that had been entangled suddenly were pushed away, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and I saw the ceiling in the night star's cold dormitory.

The tranquil and almost warm environment made it a little difficult for Qingqian to adapt all of a sudden, and her eyes were wide open, but there was no focus.

"What kind of dream did you have?" Next to him, Night Star Han was extremely light sleeping, and was immediately woken up by her movements.

Qingqian gasped, and found that he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was a piece of jade.

Night Star's face changed slightly.

This is the piece of cold heart jade that Night Star Han gave to Qing Qian, which is used to protect Qing Qian, and has the same defensive ability as the glass beads.

Night Star Han frowned slightly.

Qing Qian looked at the jade in his hand, and looked dazed without knowing the truth.

Night Star Han's face was solemn, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

There seemed to be an invisible fog in front of them, enveloping the two of them heavily.

"What dream did you just have?"

“…… I don't remember, it seems like someone is talking loudly, and there are very chaotic sounds, like ......"

Qing Qian thought hard for a while.

"It's like the sound of swords and swords. ”

"Think again. ”

Qingqian scratched his head: "I really can't remember, I just remember that I seem to have had similar dreams a few times before." ”

"When?"

"Once it was after cultivating the lower level of the demon cultivator to become a god. ”

If you say it, you don't say it, and Night Star Han doesn't get any information at all.

At this moment, Qing Qian sighed: "This piece of jade has become a little different." ”

Qingqian took the jade high, and in the light, those lines were more vivid.

It flowed slowly in the milky white jade, but when they looked closely, they didn't actually have the lines, but the translucent color gave them such an illusion.

Qing Qian pointed to the middle of the jade block: "The last time I saw it, there were no patterns here." ”

Now, however, there are more than just two more patterns in the position she is referring to.

And the texture is narrow and long, almost diagonally slashing from the entire piece of chilling jade.

Night Star Han took the jade and held it in his hand.

There was a faint power coming from above, and the heart was pounding with the noise.

He let go of his hand slightly, and the sensation immediately diminished a lot.

If you change someone else, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a faster heartbeat.

Qing Qian wanted to say something, and her stomach gurgled.

In this situation, Qing Qian is actually hungry......

Ye Xinghan didn't know which tendon he was wrong, and he would let this kind of person live with him and lie on his bed.

The scene in front of him vividly told him what it means to be self-inflicted and not to live.

……

Following.

When Night Star Han entered the room, Qing Qian was still asleep.

Half of his face was buried in the pillow, his expression was calm, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

The breath is even and long, and the ears are hidden by hair.

The quilt slipped below the shoulders, revealing a graceful neck.