Chapter Twenty-Six: A Dream of Nanke

When Xu Zixian was anxious about the disappearance of the white pigeon, he even braved Weiyi Mountain alone to find out the news regardless of his own safety. www.biquge.info When Hongying didn't get the news from her subordinates and visited the city lord's mansion at night despite being scolded by the young master, our protagonist Miss Bai Ge was fine, but she was still in a coma.

The black fox, the big boss of the black fox village, originally came to see what kind of character the girl who was taken by the owner at a large price? I thought it was a peerless beauty, but from the moment I came into this house, the white pigeon slept sweetly on the stone kang. I came over after dinner, but this girl was still sleeping. Now seeing that the white pigeon has been in a coma all day and has no signs of waking up, the black fox can't help but feel a little big. The subordinates reported that they had obviously used a little ecstasy incense, and the dose was at most to make people fall asleep for an hour, and it stands to reason that even if this girl has no internal strength and is weak, she will be in a coma for a night at most, but now it is already the evening of the next day, and she still doesn't see the white pigeon wake up. The black fox asked his men to try splashing their faces with cold water and smoking their noses with stinky socks, but the white dove was like a living dead and did not react in the slightest. If it weren't for the fact that she still had a heartbeat and breathing, the black fox would have thought that she had been accidentally killed by her subordinates.

In fact, this can't be blamed on that subordinate at all, after all, no one knows that this white dove is a freak from the soul crossing, to be precise, she lives in this body, although it has been fused, but after all, it is not the real body of the real soul. This kind of ecstasy incense is produced in the Western Regions, and the people of the Central Plains only regard it as a drug that makes people comatose for a short time, but they don't know that this kind of ecstasy incense is used on the white pigeon to stimulate the soul of the white pigeon, if the old Taoist priest on the holy mountain is present, you should be able to see the ecstasy incense pulling the soul of the white pigeon, and it seems to be uncontrollably separated from the body, but it is like being blocked by the body, unable to break free. The soul is at the edge of this body, and it can't get out or enter, and the soul of the white dove has not returned to its place, and of course there is no way to wake up.

The white pigeon opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel that his body was not familiar with control, and in a trance he felt that he was floating everywhere in mid-air, and for a moment he felt that he was flying in mid-air unrestrained, and for a while he felt that his limbs were stiff and could not move. The white dove saw the black ball, saw the cloud of dust, and slowly saw the panorama of the earth that could only be seen in geography books before. The white pigeon felt that the earth was gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, bigger and bigger, and his speed was getting faster and faster, as if there was a strong suction force that sucked him in, and the speed was too fast, and the white pigeon could no longer see the things in front of him. Finally, the extremely fast suction stopped, and the white pigeon also stopped, and when he opened his eyes, the white pigeon was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

The white pigeon actually returned to the modern home, saw his parents, the white pigeon watched his parents happily hugging each other on the sofa watching TV, excited tears, with all his strength to shout happily: "Dad, Mom!" However, the parents in front of the TV did not react, as if they did not hear the white pigeon's shout. The white dove ran towards them excitedly, wanting to hug them tightly, but found that she had passed through her parents' bodies, and she looked at herself in astonishment, only to realize that she was a soul body. She stood on the sofa, watching her parents chatting happily and eating melon seeds. The white pigeon's heart fell to the bottom, is it just a dream? Is this dream too real, the white pigeon hid his face and cried for a long time, and found that his parents had gotten up to cook.

The white pigeon wiped her tears, but found that there were no tears at all, and she couldn't even touch herself. The white pigeon smiled sadly, even if it was just a dream now, it was better than only searching for the appearance of his parents in his memory, just let himself quietly look at them a few more times, maybe the next second the dream will wake up.

The white pigeon just stood dumbfounded, quietly watching his parents busy with their work. It seems that there is a little more gray hair on my mother's head, is it because I am gone? Fortunately, the person has not lost weight, and the spirit looks good. Dad is still the same, but he still looks a little older. They seem to be doing well now.

Have they come out of the shadow of losing themselves? Bai Ge thought of this, his heart was both happy and sad, happy to see the happiness of his parents, sad because he was not as important as they imagined in their hearts. The white dove stood quietly, looking at his parents' smiles, watching their every move, and telling himself to remember it deeply. This dream is so real and so real that I can't tell whether I am awake or dreaming.

Suddenly, a crisp girl's voice came from the door: "Dad, Mom, I'm back." The door opened. The white pigeon turned his head to look, the white pigeon saw himself, to be precise, his former self, his ordinary appearance now looks so cute, I saw the girl enter the door, happily ran over and hugged her parents, the three of them were very intimate.

When the white pigeon saw this scene, he felt very strange, how could he dream of himself? And he couldn't remember that he had been so close to his parents before, the white pigeon was not good at expressing himself, and he always thought that he had grown up, and he had passed the age of being coquettish, and kept a certain distance from his parents. Looking at the radiant and coquettish self, the white pigeon suddenly remembered something as if clicking. I am not dreaming, but the soul has crossed back, could this be the soul of ancient times who inhabited my body, and the two people exchanged souls?

The white pigeon was very emotional when he thought of this. Why did I wear it as an orphan who no one loved and no one loved, while you enjoyed the love of my parents through my body. The white dove had forgotten that he was in a state of soul, and roared at himself regardless of the fact that he was angry: "You robber, you liar! It's all mine!" Unfortunately, no one could hear her voice, and the emotions that the white pigeon had been suppressing found an outlet to vent, and she shouted hysterically.

But no one heard it, and the parents seemed to have a momentary telepathy, as if they heard their own shouts, but soon they were still a warm nest together watching TV. Such a stark contrast deeply pierced the white pigeon's heart, she cried, she roared, she cried so forgetfully, gradually felt that she was dissipating little by little, becoming more and more transparent, her body seemed to be pulled again, and that strange suction appeared again. She reached out with all her strength to touch her parents' faces, reached out to hug them, and cried and shouted, "Dad, Mom, it's me!"

But everything was in vain, and the white pigeon's hand couldn't grasp anything, and after all, it still passed through the body of his parents.

The black fox looked at the white pigeon motionless and had a headache, and suddenly, the white pigeon sat up straight from the bed, his hands fluttering, and his mouth shouted: "Don't!"