When I first arrived, Zhongtian's every qiē was like a dream, and I didn't know if I was really dead, but at the moment I was standing in this elegant room and I was a little at a loss.

When I lived in the grottoes in Dunhuang for so long, I realized the ubiquitous delicacy of the immortals when I arrived here.

I looked around quietly, and saw the white porcelain plate in front of the bronze mirror with nine miles of incense and geranium fruit raised by clear water, and the red and white colors collided into my eyes, and suddenly my heart was shocked, and I felt inexplicably familiar.

But when I think about it again, I am at a loss and have no clue.

However, my temperament was very arrogant, and I was quickly relieved, and sat down in front of the mirror to take a photo, although I have been staying in the grotto, my face is slightly better than in Dunhuang City, maybe I have become better after coming to Zhongtian.

There was a set of rhino horn combs in the dresser, and I picked out a handful of combs, and when I saw that the fairies of Zhongtian were all folding their hair high, I also jokingly curled them up, and compared them, and I thought it was funny and gave up.

After a long day of hard work, having ridden a horse with an injury, and being tossed by Kagawa Lang, I turned my head and let myself lie on the bed, the bedding was soft, and I had been in the grotto for so long that even I suspected that I was dead.

When I see the Nine Immortals tomorrow, I'll ask them where Wei Wuji is, I don't know if he also went to Huangquan as I saw before.

I thought about it for a while, fell asleep in a daze, and returned to the court in the deep west in my dream.

The weather was fine, and I stood on the steps of the palace and watched as two butterflies came from the other side of the high wall, flying over the shade of the flowers and under the grape trellises.

I chased after it, and the butterfly flew up the shelf, flying so high that I couldn't reach it on my tiptoes.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, and several palace maids carried bamboo baskets into the yard to pick grapes, and the ripe grapes could not withstand the bumps, and when they left the vine, they shook slightly, and the fruit fell off, and rolled to her feet.

The palace maids looked at it, but they didn't care, I bent down to pick it up, held it in my palm and blew it, only to find that this grape was amazingly large, the size of an egg.

The maids left with the baskets full of bamboo, and I looked around with the grapes in my hands, and the water tank next to the steps was a half-bamboo bamboo that collected rainwater, and a terminal made of bamboo tubes floated on the edge of the jar.

I ran over and bent down to scoop water, and saw myself in the reflection with a double-looped bun, still ten years old.

I was puzzled and didn't know how I had suddenly become smaller.

When I got closer to see my face, the tip of my nose almost touching the water.

The water ripples shook round and round, and nothing could be seen clearly.

I waited for the water lines to calm down and went to shine again, but the reflected facial features somehow became Wei Wuji of the Great Guangming Palace, fixed his eyes, and looked at me expressionlessly.

I was startled and broke free from my dream.

Looking around the house, Qiē was as usual, and his heart was slightly settled.

It's just that the body is very tired, and he lifted his eyelids and closed his eyes again.

But in a trance, I felt that there was a person levitating above the bed, very close, almost close to me.

His long hair hung low, pouring down his cheeks and sweeping over my ears.

The touch was so real that I was terrified, but my hands and feet seemed to be tied and I couldn't move.

In the chaos, I had to pluck up the courage to look up, I thought it was Wei Wuji, but I didn't want it to be him.

And this person is something I have never seen before, and I can clearly see the man's appearance from the angle of looking up.

The white robe is like snow, handsome and strange, the long black hair has never been tied up, and it has been hanging down to the waist, his eyes are deep, it is a pair of compassionate eyes, the inky black eyes can perceive a qiē profound, but with coldness, so cold that he can't feel the slightest temperature, that eye is used to overlook all living beings.

Such beautiful eyes, faintly flashing light and shadow, looking at me indifferently, no joy or sorrow, but it made me dizzy and intoxicated, and seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

I've never seen anyone so good-looking!

Even if he saw Wei Wuji on the streets of Dunhuang City, he couldn't compare with him, from the ancient wilderness to the old world, there would never be a better person than him!

"There is a river called Lethe River, and if you drink a sip of the water of Lethe River, you can forget jì a qiē; Another river is called Jichuan, and when you drink the water of Jichuan, you will think of a qiē. Take a sip of the water of the Lethe River and then take a sip of the water of the Jichuan River, forget jì a qiē and remember a qiē ......"

His voice was inaudible with joy and anger, but every word was like a hammer, and the echo of the hollow valley was as ethereal.

I was so scared that I didn't know how to respond, so I had to clench my fists and get ready to go.

Because I was so close, I could smell the quiet Du Heng breath on his body.

Although he made me happy with his good looks, it also made me afraid, after experiencing the sacrifice to the heavens, I was more defensive than anyone else, and people I didn't know with it would make me very uneasy if I broke through the distance.

At the moment, the surroundings are confused, but the lampstand on the desk illuminates my eyes very clearly.

His face was only inches away from me, and I couldn't tell if he was a human or a ghost, but I felt the cold breath he exhaled.

I was horrified, but the moment he spoke, my limbs were loosened and I could move.

I threw a punch at him, thinking that I wouldn't be able to knock him unconscious, and I would definitely punch him in the face.

Unexpectedly, the punch missed, and his image suddenly shattered into powder in front of me, filling the air.

The fist vaguely swept something, popped out, and hit the charcoal basin, but there was a crisp sound.

I woke up with a sudden shock and realized that I had jumped from one dream to another.

It was difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction in a mess of brains, so I sat up straight and stroked my forehead, only to find that the middle coat on my back was soaked with sweat and a little chilly.

It's really weird, I rarely dreamed in Xiliang before, even if it was in the grotto, but now in Zhongtian, it's just that I accidentally met an ice beauty when I arrived at the triple ban, and I was tricked by Yan Chuanlang who pulled the car, how I was caught in the nightmare as soon as I slept, it really doesn't make sense.