Nangong Cassia was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a casual vest inside, with shorts and slippers.

Nangong Douling walked in and pointed to him with apples, "Master, I encountered a very strange thing, you should be missing, it is impossible to eat apples in front of me, this house should also be washed away by the flood, it is impossible to be so normal, and I should be in hell, it is impossible to return to Qingcheng, and I am still drying clothes as usual, today should be a day in August, it can't be June 17th." Master, Master, something is wrong. ”

Nangong Cassia squinted at her for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door of her head, "What are you talking about, stupid girl!

Nangong Douling rubbed the place where he had been beaten, and said distressedly: "I was obviously telling you such an important thing, but you only cared about whether the clothes were dried......

Nangong Cassia moved his gaze to her hand, "What are you going to do with my cocoon god golden fork?"

Nangong Douling hurriedly hid the Golden Fork behind him, "No...... Didn't do anything. ”

She carefully observed the Nangong Cassia in front of her, still with the same sloppy beard as before, with a simple and neat short-inch hairstyle, like an eagle when her eyes were sharp, like a koala when she was lazy, and like a door god when she was angry, and she hadn't changed at all.

Nangong Cassia said: "Do you use my golden fork as a clothes pole?

Nangong Cassia reached out and grabbed it, and stabbed her hard, "If I don't teach you, you don't know the severity!"

Nangong Douling quickly lowered his waist to avoid this thorn, and the golden fork of the cocoon god crossed her cheek in a thrilling way, she quickly twisted to the side, jumped away, and thought to herself, how did this scene repeat itself? Or was it just a dream that she had experienced before?

Nangong Douling looked at the strands of hair that fell to the ground, "Hey, Master, you come to be real, it doesn't matter if you cut off my hair, you scratch my beautiful face, can you afford it?"

Nangong Cassia took down the apple he was biting from his mouth, and slammed the golden fork of the cocoon god to the ground, and the ground made a sound of vibration.

He said, "You despise my Dharma all day long......"

"Master, I'll talk about these words later!" Nangong Douling interrupted him, "Otherwise, if we quarrel and quarrel, it is likely that we will fight, and then I will summon the red lotus out, and you will summon the swallowing pill, and then we will fight endlessly, and finally the aunt next door will come over and complain about whether we are demolishing the house, and I have to lie and say that I am watching a movie Jurassic Park......"

Nangong Cassia was stunned for a moment, "What Jurassic Park, what are you talking about, by the way, how do you know that I have a style god called Swallowing Pills, I have never shown it to you......"

"Don't talk about this yet, since today is the seventeenth...... Nangong Douling walked over, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed Nangong Cassia Ming's neck, Nangong Cassia Ming's height of one meter eight had to bend down in order to accommodate her little man.

Nangong Douling asked solemnly: "Then is my uncle here?"

She remembered very well that Li Xuduan met her on June 17, and whether it was a dream or reality, she could be very sure of this date.

Nangong Cassia was stunned, "You...... How did you know that your uncle was coming today? I didn't tell you that I had a junior brother in the countryside, did I? How did you know? You told a fortune behind my back?"

Nangong Douling pushed him away, touched his chin, and said while thinking: "Now, there are only two possibilities, one is that I am still dreaming, and the other is that what I am facing now is reality, and what I experienced before was a prophetic dream. My biology teacher said that people can't feel the flow of time in dreams, and since I have studied Xuanmen magic, it is not impossible to accidentally have a precognitive dream. ”

"Are you stupid? Staying up late to read comics and reading bad brains?" Nangong Cassia was stunned for a moment.

"I'll go to Uncle Shi first!" Nangong Douling glanced at the wall clock on the wall of the living room, "He must not have arrived at Qingcheng Railway Station yet!"

Nangong Douling quickly ran back to the room, closed the door, took off her pajamas, changed into a dress, grabbed the small cloth bag behind the door, put it on her shoulder, and was about to go out, she turned back to the bathroom, picked up a toothbrush and brushed her teeth.

She thought, whether it was a dream or not, she couldn't be sloppy to see her uncle, she quickly washed her face, then put on flip-flops, opened the door, and ran downstairs with a smoke.

Nangong Cassia shouted at the door, "Hey, do you know what your uncle looks like?!"

Nangong Douling Quan didn't hear it, and ran out of the community at once.

She thought that as long as she saw Li Xuxuan, she would definitely be able to tell the truth from the fake!

She intercepted the taxi, got in, and reported the train station as her destination.

Then she opened the window and observed intently the streets of Qingcheng and the buildings that shimmered in the bright sun.

These buildings are the scenery she is used to, and there is no sign of flooding.

She struggled to remember, when did the flood come?

By the way, it was five days later, on the 29th day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.

Assuming that all the dreams she had encountered before were fulfilled, then tomorrow, she and Li Xuan would have an adventure and have a vicious fight with the dragon centipede in the Calamus Daxian Temple, and in the end, she would hack the dragon to death on the roof of the school;

The day after tomorrow, her master, Chen Xuansheng, will appear and complain that she killed the patron saint of Qingcheng......

Then, the flood came.

Nangong Douling frowned deeply, would a person's dream be so long and so clear?

It's hard to imagine that Ye Yang and Qinglong are also a dream.

A few minutes ago, I held hands with them and said generous words together.

Nangong Douling looked at his palm, and there was still the feeling when Ye Yang held her tightly.

She couldn't accept that the previous experience had been a night's dream.

But how to explain her current situation? She jumped into the hell road, only to return to her home in Qingcheng.

Was it the turbulence of time and space, which had set her back in time? She'd experienced it several times. Nangong Douling fell into thinking: it is not impossible to turn back time.

The Tanyan Sect inherited by Sima Changmian has a spell that sets back time.

However, why would jumping into the Hell Dao cause time to go backwards? Is it the wrong way to jump in? Also, if time goes backwards, then where did Ye Yang and Qinglong go? Are they gone?

If so, then where exactly did they go?

Her mind was too confused to figure out why she was in such a situation.

She was only sure of one thing now, the scenery around her was real, without any illusion of a mirage.

She reached out the window and basked in the warm sun, which was real, and her skin was hot.

She took a deep breath of air, the air in the street was filled with the smell of banyan trees and gasoline dust, even the smell was so real that she could hardly continue to suspect that she was in a dream.