The wind chills at night, and before you know it, winter has arrived

"Tomorrow, I will send someone to send some winter clothes to my sister," I went to Si Nu Chi on the road, and saw her trembling as she walked, Qing'er thought that at the beginning of entering the palace, Ling'er's status was low, and she replaced this head, and no one paid attention to whether there was a shortage of clothes

She thought about Xianyu Mountain and thought about the master at that time, she only knew that the master Wuyan had sealed this city for five thousand years, and in the last ten years, the master visited the city and did not return, as if she disappeared into the city, how could she find the master, that was the only wish of Qingyu at that time

"Sister, it's time to go back, the master has a task tonight," about half an hour later, Qing'er hurriedly urged

She was reluctant to leave Qingchi, thinking that after the mission was over tonight, when she found the master, she would definitely stay in the city to have a good time, this palace was deeply afraid, but the city outside the palace was very lively, and she always remembered the city scene she saw when she came

The fourth dream

As soon as she had arranged it, she had come to his bed as she had done the first time, and after he had fallen asleep, she had gently lifted the white gauze tent, and now she could smell the killing and blood in the air, which was extremely inconsistent with the sleeping sweet handsome face

How strong must the loveless and ruthless world be to live to hide the panic in his heart, and after tonight, he and her world are no longer involved

She concentrated on stretching out her slightly trembling hand and stopping in the air above his forehead, and then closed her eyes tightly and silently recited the recipe for dreaming, in fact, she didn't need to close her eyes, but she was used to it in front of him, perhaps only by cutting off her vision could she alleviate the fear in her heart, the innate trembling of mortals to demons

She remembered that Master had said that when ordinary beings were asleep, their bodies and minds returned to their primal instincts, and their awareness of prevention was the weakest, and Master passed on her the recipe for falling into a dream, and according to Master's words, when the enemy was the most vulnerable, it was when she was at her strongest, and she could arbitrarily control the consciousness of sleeping beings

There is no living creature in this heaven and earth that can wake up from Master's dream, and she has tried a thousand times and has not seen it, but the creature can wake up from her hands, perhaps because Master is too confident and has not taught her how to protect herself before or after waking up from her dream

Tonight, a qiē seems to be the same, but it feels weird

Suddenly, she felt a cold blood rush on her neck, and a warm current flowed down her neck to her heart, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a pair of extremely cold eyes were staring at her tightly, like a sharp sword, forcing her to close her eyes again

This must be a delusion

She secretly admonished herself, stabilized her trembling hand in time, and continued to hold his consciousness, wandering in that beautiful dream: the Lantern Festival lanterns were hanging, relatives and friends were in groups, and happy songs and laughter were everywhere......

He stood on the stone bridge and looked at the girl in the white dress and pink skirt on the bow of the boat in the middle of the river, and suddenly turned around......

"Linglan," he exhaled from the bottom of his heart

It will take several lives and lives to get you to look at my king from afar with a focused and affectionate look

The heart-wrenching pain in his neck struck again, it was not an illusion: his sword was ice, her blood was hot, it was the first time that he could smell his own blood so clearly, and his sword qi could take the soul, sniff the breath of blood, find the soul that could be swallowed, and she endured the piercing pain of being stripped alive and carried him out of that brief dream

Master said that it is easy to fall into a dream, but it is difficult to leave a dream, and if a creature accidentally dreams, it will sleep for a long time

She didn't want to kill him, it wasn't her mission, she stubbornly walked through the dream realm, and then felt stupid

How could he sleep forever when he was awake?

Sweat and blood mixed with the tulle skirt dyed red on her shoulders, she bit her lip and withdrew her hand, and the moment some kind of restraint was untied, he suddenly sat up, grabbed her waist, turned over, pressed her tightly under him, and the murderous face hung in front of her eyes

She suddenly understood that he was really awake at this time, and if she held on a little longer, he was afraid that he would return to her dreams, and she closed her eyes in fear, avoiding his gaze, which had become a habit

A mortal's abilities are extremely limited, and there are few mortals in this world who can not be afraid of him

"This is the dream you want to weave for me," whispered in her ear, a little contemptuous, and the voice was so low and powerful outside the dream mirror, without half a word, that it made her tremble

She tried hard to remember the dream she had just wanted to weave for him, but she couldn't remember the warmth from the wound on her neck, like a gust of breeze caressing her soul, and the pain gradually faded

It is said that his magic sword can take the soul as long as it is stained with blood, and only the owner of the sword can heal the greed and scars

His breath caressed his cheeks, and his thin fingers swirled around her lips without hesitation, so powerful that she shuddered again without hesitation, but still did not dare to open her eyes, and the demon's breath seemed to dissolve into her soul, and not only smelled blood, but she also seemed to hear the wailing of unjust souls

The Demon Sword Soul Eater was deep in his heart, and his heart hung in the place where she could touch it, and he could feel their pain for thousands of years of soul devourers

This is not the first time she has dreamed, but it is the first time that a living being can wake up from the dream mirror she made, because of his cruelty and unstoppable, no living creature dares to approach, so they find her, her mission is to make him fall in love with a shadow, to move a heart of compassion, and in this cruel age, a love, or just that little compassion, is something to hope for, but not to ask for, a luxury

He remembered the blue sky she gave, the meaning of the purple sand cup as elegant as tea, and the life-saving feeling of that night

Xu made dreams for a living, she was used to fugue, immersed in all kinds of dreams, and forgot for a moment that tonight was a failed dream

By the time she returned, the Demon Sword had been recovered

"I'm ......," she tried to say some reason for her life, but he suddenly caught her lips

It was a strange kiss, an endless strangeness, but there was a deep attachment, but there was such a feeling, mild and slightly damp, as each other's breathing, the body and mind became tighter and tighter, and the heat and longing in the bottom of the heart were ruthlessly stimulated......

Their third dream

The infatuation lingered that night, and it was him or her who couldn't wake up

My king, have you ever loved, have you ever been familiar with the feeling of loving and being loved?

She had stubbornly believed that familiarity could become a habit and a good feeling, so that it was easy to feel pity, and she made him accustomed to using the purple clay cup, but she unconsciously fell in love with his lips, which was the only place where she could not feel the cold

"A dream-maker must not be disturbed by his own dream mirror," Master's words rang out in her mind, and she woke up

Tonight is not a dream, not a shadow made in that dream, but her real body

He was trying to open her lips, and in the panic, she bit him hard to stop the domineering kiss, and had to look at him directly, but she didn't know how to explain that she was a dream thief, didn't she run to his dormitory in the middle of the night, and her heart was weak

There was nothing she could do, she could only glare at those deep eyes, which were so deep that they could suffocate her, and suddenly she felt that her eyes were so familiar, and her heart was shocked, but she couldn't help but be stunned, and she didn't call out the word "master".

She thought that this was her robbery, and he had eyes that were almost as deep as her master's

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he showed a cold smile on his extremely good-looking face

"We've been intimate in my dreams, haven't we," he said, his voice sweet as honey, and he wasn't annoyed by her biting the corner of his lip

She turned her face sideways to avoid his gaze and slowly spit out a few words: "This is my mission, even if I kill me, I will ......"

"I don't kill you now, I will fulfill you"

A wicked smile appeared on his face, the first time she felt that his smile was also warm, but unfortunately the smile ended soon in another deep kiss of his

This time he kissed the scar on her neck, the blood had frozen somewhere, and her heart seemed to stop beating or beat so fast that she couldn't feel it

When she regained a little consciousness, he had untied half of her clothes, her face was crimson in an instant, she wanted to cover something, but she couldn't move, his arms were so strong, how could he resist, at this time, what he wanted to give her was the feeling of a dream, the third dream she gave him was a spring dream, a warm and intense lingering night, but he should not have the memory of a dreamer

The master did not teach her to make this kind of dream, maybe she was too young when he left, and later she found a record in the booklet he left: All creatures with ** often occupy the protagonist, especially mortals, they often indulge this kind of ** in the illusion mirror and the favorite image lingering, and the side is happy, only seeking a **satisfaction, which is harmless

In the depths of love, it is a matter of course, and the dreamer only needs to create an image that satisfies the dreamer according to their wishes

She remembered the dream that night, when he was seriously injured in hundreds of rounds of battle with the giant beast, she put the name "Linglan" in his subconscious, which was a life-saving grace

"Do You Have a Name?"

"Linglan," the woman replied timidly

"Linglan, I will remember you"

He gave a promise to the king of promises when he had that figure in its entirety

I remember that when she left that dream, she took away a lot of fragments of the dream, the only thing left was the name "Linglan" and the vague lingering, she thought maybe she didn't control the dream, and then she always felt that the warmth of that night seemed to fall on her, whether she didn't practice well or she was really moved

She was the only dream thief to see the scars on his heart

But in any case, he shouldn't have had a memory of her, and he shouldn't have known that she had appeared in his dreams

After that dream, she thought that she had succeeded in creating a dream lover for him, and most living beings would feel inexplicably distressed when they saw their dream lover, and what they wanted was his distress

But does his heart really hurt?

At that time, her understanding of love was very vague, and she only felt that his touch had a certain charm, and the more she tried to resist, the more she could not escape

Reason is like a block of ice in the palm of his hand, slowly melting......