She raised her hand to stroke the shoulder-length hair. But I couldn't bear to disturb his dreams for a long time. It's better to look at his lovely sleeping position quietly like this.

Nameless. You're going to dream of me tonight. But you can look at me in your dreams.

Or. That's how I woke you up. You're going to blame me for being a hundred years late.

DID YOU KNOW. I wish you woke up at the moment. Say to me again, "Sleep."

And I fell into a deep sleep. No need to think too much.

You will weave a beautiful fantasy of how you want us to meet. I'll do it all with you.

"Shangyu? Nameless" softly calls his name with his heart. Eyes start to blur.

For a hundred years. How do you spend your days?

She couldn't help but put her palm close to his forehead. I want to fall into a dream. Perceive his hundred years. Suddenly, a warm breath flowed into the palm of my hand. Dragged her into the depths of his memory. That's the source of dreams......

Feather bellflower

A flower of the Protoss appeared in front of her eyes. Full of swaying throughout the sky.

White Flower Language. Pale blue sky. She stepped into a world of silver light.

Warm breeze into the heart. The petals are like angel's feathers. Dancing in the sky.

Bursts of silver bells rang in my ears. Brushing through her ears. Like a pole of his kiss. Like a kiss for a century......

The burly figure. Standing far away under the feathers of flowers. Smiling. Quietly watching her.

"Why do you want to come back?"

Sound and soft ringtones. It really touched her ear.

"I. Have you ever left?" She asked rhetorically with a smile.

He opened his arms. Soft sleeves dancing in the wind. A few strands of fine hair fluttered into the air.

She ran to his arms.

As he hugged her tightly. She had long since melted into his affectionate kisses......

If. You are the cursed god. I will spend my life unraveling this spell for you.

His warm lips. Brushing the corners of her lips. Her eyes. Lick her tears dry......

This. That's all she sees after falling asleep.

Is it a hundred years. He has been standing under the feather bell. Wait for her......

Suddenly I felt cold and wet on my face. She woke up crying in a dream. There is a hand brushing the corner of the eye. She slowly opened her eyes.

"How. Don't like my illusion."

He looked at her. Eyes are clear. It seems to be her shadow.

"Like."

She threw herself into his arms. Kisses rained down. Nourishing two thirsty hearts. She responded so carefully. I'm afraid of one who doesn't pay attention. He disappeared again. He receded her dress. Light movements. I seem to be afraid of pushing a little harder. She will shatter in the palm of her hand. When skin to skin. When the heart is not guilty. The burning passion and yuwang occupy all minds...... A longing that has been hidden for a hundred years. Finally released in this moment. Love hurts. More mellow and intoxicating.

Melt into each other at the moment. Burn the soul. Enjoy the satisfaction of love to the fullest.

It will take several lifetimes. This flame of love can be extinguished

……

Wait for her to gasp and rest in his arms. He stroked the long hair that was scattered across his chest. The evil smiled lightly, "Hmm. You're sure it's not the bewitching dancer you made out of thin air."

Lying on his chest and listening to her heartbeat. Twist him around.

"Ahh He deliberately screamed softly.

"You're not going back into a dream. Why don't you change me to a handsome lover?" She was amused.

"This king. Isn't that enough?" He lifted her jaw. Catch her eye. Laughing. You have seen the world. Goblin. Better fit for ...... than me"

Original. He has always called himself a "demon". Her heart was a little sour.

Nameless. Do you know this bell flower? It is the flower of the gods.

White as snow. Light as a feather. The sound is like a flower bell whispering.

Only the elders of the Protoss. to have the ability to create this flower.

Born with your heart. Feel free and peaceful.

The thousands of bright flowers in my dreams. But your masterpiece.

"Before I dreamed of seeing you for a hundred years. Why can you take me to the feather bell forest? Now my spiritual power is comparable to Master's. But you can still dream." Hiding in his arms. She couldn't help but ask curiously.

For a hundred years. She's lonely and helpless. I want to weave a sweet dream for myself. So at the same time as cultivating the gods. Secretly practice the art of dreaming. I believe that at this time, I can almost reach the realm of the master. Why he could still detect it so easily. And reversed into her dreams.

"The art of creating this illusion. It was the first of its kind by Hahime. Specialized in dealing with God's dream-making dreams. If you don't want to give the god control in your dreams, you must have the ability to wake up by yourself. Yu Ji spent thousands of years to create her own illusion technique, but you can follow the dream maker's wishes, and unknowingly trap the dream maker in your own illusion. I was also a hundred years ago, I was able to use the opportunity to use it for your dream. He smiled maliciously.

Their third dream a hundred years ago. But he woke up in the spring dream she had made. She remembers the desolation of Yuhime. Thousands of years to wake up in Master's dream. But time and time again, I couldn't do it. When you can. But the Master is no longer near the city.

Correct. You can feel it. Master incarnates to defend the city. I'm afraid that there will never be a date of return.

Come to think of it. She burst into tears. Dripping on the chest of the nameless. He wrapped his hands around her waist. No more multilingual. The heart's induction is so strong. Why ask?

"For a hundred years. They're going to make it hard for you." She still couldn't help but wonder how he spent his hundred years.

"I am the king of the city. Occasionally against their will. And how. I have thousands of years of demonic power in my body. Isn't it easy to deal with?" He replied lightly.

"Master sealed the power of ten thousand years to you. It's perceptible." She wanted to ask this a hundred years ago. I remember the miserable day when I returned to the city. Grandpa Wen explained the opportunity to her. She and he attracted. Because of Master's divine breath.

"How could I not know that Wuyan sealed my thousand-year-old demonic power with a thousand-year-old divine aura. At that time, I used the power of God to break boundaries. Sending you out of town. I can't imagine breaking the seal of God at the same time. If the ice is protected by God. Or a slight loss. Later, the high priest wanted to overtake the good. But unexpectedly, this king's demonic power can actually compete with his demonic path. And so back and forth for a hundred years. Hold on to each other. There are no wins or losses."

"Fifty years of Broken Sky Valley. It's hard for you." She secretly grabbed his hand. I can't say enough about it.

"Hmm. At that time, it was a blurred injury. But this city is not yet something that the good can hold. There were three priests in it. He wants this world is not yet the time. Sending you out of town that day. Just to save your life. If I am seriously injured; They won't be kind to you."

"How could I not know," she replied softly.

His last glance a hundred years ago. Pain and reluctance. It was the most poignant picture she had ever seen in her life. It's a wound engraved in the bottom of my heart.

"She's the one who caused you to be so badly injured." She said apologetically. I always feel that Ruobing is the memory she pulled into the light feather. With the seal of God.

The Dream of Light Feather. She vaguely remembered Master. I think of the saying of "constant dream". I don't remember it all. I still couldn't help but ask: "Do you know that the divine realm in this city is about to disappear."

"Of course I do. I'm going to wait for this city to break. I went to the bridgehead and waited. By the way, do something in the soup. Let you remember me in the next life." He laughed like a thief. But now it seems. I'm afraid I'll have to wait another hundred years."

"Hey, hey. I ask God to give me a hundred years of life."

"This city is unsealed. How do you get in?"

"I'll show you something."

She sat up. Recalling Grandpa Wen's last divine skill, the first feather bell flower in her life. Slowly grow from the heart. White as snow. Finally faded into the air. Then it was as if a thin angel feather fell. There was a burst of heavenly sounds in my ears. It's close and far......

"This is the flower of the Protoss. Only the messengers of the Protoss. to have the ability to make this flower." She's half-truthed. Looking at him proudly.

"Why become a god?" He was slightly puzzled.

She thought. Demons are afraid that they will not be able to cultivate the Heavenly Eye of God. Pampering can't sense where she belongs.

"I don't become a god. And how can I save you?" Looking at his translucent blue eyes. She almost wanted to be fascinated again.

"Intermarriage between the Protoss and the Interrace. There will be a damnation for you. I'm what they think of as an alien."

He sat up. Wrap your way around her waist. Imprint a kiss on her forehead. Just like it did a hundred years ago. Pour out the promise of eternal life and eternity.

"I know. But your feather flowers. It's better than theirs." She hugged him. Enjoying his body temperature. And then he said very seriously." Nameless. If only we could get rid of the high priest, the devil? The Protoss promised to let you return to ......"

"I'm not unfamiliar with the so-called divine grace. Can make Hahime suffer such a curse. Hehe, hey." He laughed contemptuously.

"Good. We leave the city. Wait for you to think about it. It's never too late to reply."

"No need to think about it. Wait for the city to break. I'll take you away."

He gently brushed the fine hair from her ear. Bite into the soft earlobe. Then one turned over. Crush her back underneath.

"The seal is broken. The Protoss will not let go of the demons in the city. You're scared." The cheeks are already slightly warm. His heart trembled with him. However, he still does not want to give up persuasion.

"Kill me. It's not that easy." He smiled dismissively. No need for enchantment. It's already moving.

"I really decided not to think about becoming a god anymore." She insisted.

"I'm not the same as Wuhiko. God's curse will never happen to us."

A kiss brushing the lips. She is no longer allowed to say more. Then Wushan**.Begonia flowers are beautiful overnight. It's just for them to experience it themselves. For a hundred years. It was the most restful night they've ever slept. Relaxed and warm. No worries. Turn around and raise your hand. He's right around. Thoughts that can be touched and obtained. The faint floral scent of his fingertips. As always.

Nameless. You'd rather wait for me to be reincarnated for thousands of years at the head of the bridge. and will not forsake me; How can I not understand your mind? Not receiving God's gift. That is, to be the enemy of the entire Protoss. How could I let you do that.

She first woke up from a comfortable dream. Get out of bed lightly. Dress well. Look back at the sleeping face on the bed again. I couldn't help but whisper: "Nameless. I'm sorry."

Grandpa Wen's ** won't hurt you. As long as you get more sleep. When I finish God's mission. I'll take you away. She thought silently. At the same time, jump out of the wing. The ship was sailing through the night. River microwave silver flash. It's romantic. She has no intention of being in love. Roll over and jump into the river. Treading the waves quietly departed.

All the way north. She hurried towards the king's palace. The city feels very different from what it was a hundred years ago. Although it is a deserted path. But this demonic aura is too strong. I came across some retail households. The original form is also a demon. Mortals are almost nowhere to be seen. But because she has the eye to discern demons. That's the illusion. Or maybe it was like this in the nameless city of a hundred years ago. It's just that she was just a mortal at the time. Can't tell.