Gradually, the rain stopped, and there was no sound around, not even the sound of insects chirping, or the leaves being blown by the wind, a vacuum-like dead silence.

It was still as dark as a cloud of ink outside the window, and the light seemed to be absorbed by holding a tung oil lamp and shining outward.

After Mrs. Qin was tired from crying, she finally lay on the table and took a nap

Canghai lay beside Zitong, breathing rapidly for a while and slowly for a while, frowning, as if he had been having a nightmare. The sweat on his body was like a river, soaking the towel in Zitong's hand.

He has always been in good health, rarely gets sick, and even if he does, it is fine. This time, he burned to the point of being unconscious......

The proprietress was right, if she wasn't very sick, Canghai wouldn't take her into this inn. But Zitong couldn't do anything except inject him with penicillin and wipe his sweat.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock ......" Just when Zitong was about to inject Canghai again, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Madam Qin was awakened, straightened up and rubbed her eyes.

Is it a youkai or a responder?

"Knock knock...... Knock knock ......" Thinking about it, the knock on the door sounded again, Zitong and Mrs. Qin glanced at each other, and answered in their mouths: "Who." ”

"Madam, the tung oil in the house is running out. When the oil runs out, the knife will not protect you. The soft voice of the proprietress fell into Zitong's ears.

After all, having dealt with monsters a lot, Zi Tong tried to control her beating heart, and said quietly: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I'm not afraid of being able to conceive a demon seed, Madam is really bold. The little demon wanted to make a deal with his wife, and the lady handed over the god of war, and the little demon let the two ladies leave. ”

"Shall I say yes?"

"If you don't agree, I'll even eat Madame's demon seed with me in a while."

"Really?" Breathing steadily, Zi Tong forced herself to speak to the door in the calmest voice, "Since you can kill as soon as the lights go out, why don't you wait a while and eat with my child, but make a deal with me?" Can a demon have such a good heart? It's clear that you can't get in. She plucked up the courage and tried to treat the other party as a business negotiation partner, "We originally thought of taking a night's break and leaving, but you are greedy, and you even dare to fight the idea of the god of war, and you are not afraid of being wiped out?" Kindly give you a reminder, if you want to live, leave quickly, I promise not to pursue it. ”

The people outside were silent, and suddenly a gust of wind slammed against the door, whined and blew up the roof, and swept around the roof to the window. Looking at the window following the sound of the wind, Zitong's heart almost stopped beating.

On the lattice of the lattice windows were a dozen plucked, whitewashed heads. His face was distorted, and a dozen pairs of eyes were rolling around. At the same time, he opened his mouth and let out a dozen sharp shouts:

Open the door! Open the door! Open the door......

His ears were buzzing with the noise, and blood rushed to the door of his head, and he rushed to the window with a knife and stabbed it at the door of a man's head. The moment he stabbed it, he felt the tip of the knife shook, and the shock made the tiger's mouth tingle and numb, and the dozen or so heads turned into a wind and quickly dispersed.

Calm immediately returned.

"What is God of War?"

After a while, Mrs. Qin's voice brought Zi Tong back to her senses.

Her ears were still buzzing, her right hand holding the knife was still wooden, her legs were weak for a while, and she was in a trance, but fortunately she still remembered that she couldn't be defenseless.

"I don't know." Zitong replied, "Don't worry, it's safe to stay in this house, don't be tempted by monsters." ”

Mrs. Qin looked at Canghai thoughtfully: "This girl is ......"

What does she want to do, what does she want to hurt the sea?

Raised the blade and looked at her coldly: "My boss." ”

She looked at the knife in Zitong's hand and hurriedly waved her hand: "I'll just ask, I don't mean anything else." ”

Looking at her frightened expression, Zitong's mind finally cleared up a lot, knowing that she probably felt that she had gone crazy.

Probably because the action just now was too big and hurt the fetal gas, Zitong felt a little uncomfortable in her lower abdomen: "Sorry, don't be afraid, someone will come to save us." He said no to her, and sat down on the edge of the bed with his waist back.

The tung oil in the lamp on the table was half burned, and time slowly passed in the crackling sound of the lamp. In the dead silence, Mrs. Qin fell asleep again.

Thinking about the human head hot pot I saw just now, thinking about the unconscious Canghai, thinking about my husband who was thrown away like garbage, thinking about the hardships I suffered after pregnancy, and thinking about my identity as no human or ghost, gradually, Zitong closed her heavy eyelids.

The surrounding turquoise mountains are towering, and the trees and trees on the mountains are dotted with flowers, pink, snow-white, like smoke and mist. The turquoise river flows slowly through the mountains, and a flock of colorful birds chase and frolic over the river.

The place is so picturesque, is it her own dream?

Why didn't you see Minghui?

In fact, Zitong also has doubts about meeting Minghui in a dream. Dreams are something that cannot be controlled.

Does Minghui in the dream really exist, or is it just a character that Zitong fantasizes about comforting herself under the weight of pregnancy aphasia? Did what Minghui let her see in her dream really happen?

Zitong didn't know, she didn't understand, she just felt very tired, and these dreams were one of her few pastimes, so she was indifferent to the dream thing.

By now, Zitong's life, her body has long since turned into a derailed train, completely free from the driver's control, and is frantically driving in the direction of an unpredetermined track.

Suddenly, a sound came from a distance. The melody is elegant and gorgeous, and the fingering is extremely exquisite, like a fairy sound, as if it floats gently to hold people up.

Unlike before, when she was just a bystander in her dreams, this time she felt that she had also become a member of the dream, to be precise, she was trapped by her body. Consciousness and feeling are no longer one's own, as if they are controlled by others.

The body involuntarily followed the sound and ran up the mountain, and the pace became faster and faster, until the body took off into the air and took off into the sky, flying like a bird, and the white veil on its body danced lightly. Before long, it fell lightly behind a peach blossom tree on the top of the mountain.

On the white jade platform not far away, a man sat against the railing. Holding an ice blue carved gonghou in his arms, his slender ten fingers slowly plucked. The star-like eyes looked at the misty mountains as if they were nothing. The inky black jade hair poured down, emitting a faint blue cold light. A snow-white robe, covered with a gorgeous veil, on which the nebulae flowed and the silver light shimmered. There is no wind around, but the clothes are fluttering, and they are not contaminated with the slightest bit of red dust.

The ...... that exudes fairy aura all over his body Sea.

Behind him stood a handsome young man, in a green cloth robe, snow-white hair, and a whisk in his hand. As if thinking about something funny, he smiled cynically.

Suddenly, the index finger was lightly picked, and the sound of the piano broke slightly. The peach branch in front of Zitong trembled violently, shaking off countless petals.

"Report your name." A voice as warm as jade.

Her heart was pounding, and she was nervous. A little on his toes floated over, and he crouched under the white jade steps. She heard herself say, "Lord War, I am Rose, Princess of the Demon Realm. ”

Ten fingers stopped, turned to look at Zitong, the water wave light in his eyes poured down like moonlight, but he couldn't see any emotion: "Rose? For a moment, she lazily stretched out her slender fingers to lift her chin, and her voice was mixed with a smile, "The princess of the demon world is very peugeot." ”

Retracted his gaze and played the gonghou again, the faint sound of the piano floated out of his fingertips again, and his eyes no longer favored Zitong at all.

Of course, Zitong wanted to know more about things related to the sea, but when he said those words, the figures of the man and the young man in front of him slowly faded, invisible, and disappeared.

Then the breeze blew and the lotus leaves were undulating. The inky black sky was full of stars, scattered with endless pearls. Zitong returned to the Charming Demon Realm, or the Charming Demon Realm at night.

Not far away, roses are standing on lotus leaves, carrying a bamboo basket, and are bending down to plant lotus canopies. The black hair is gently coiled behind his head, and the white skirt is blown by the wind, so breezy and refined. There was a faint silver light on his body, illuminating the surroundings like a beautiful lantern.

The little girl who is carrying the lotus leaf and smiling crisply has become a slim princess of the demon world, captivating the country and the city.

Being able to see her also shows that Zitong has returned to the familiar dream, these are the soul memories of her past life, Rose. And she is just a spectator, she can't intervene, she can't change, it's like flipping through an old book that has already been printed.

When the bamboo basket is full of lotus flowers, the roses fly to the lotus pond, and the probe conjures up a blue wave glass lamp in his hand and wants to leave.

"Come back once in a hundred years, just to pick lotus flowers."

Suddenly there was a sound.

Following the sound, I only saw a black peach forest.

With a gentle chuckle, Rose said, "Mingyue, you're here." ”

"Smack." A snap of the fingers. Countless purple and blue fireflies immediately flew out of the grass and trees, shining and shining, robbing the sky of the brilliance of the stars. It didn't take long for the faint blue light to render the entire enchanting realm into a fairytale world.

With the help of the blue light, Zitong finally saw the person who spoke clearly.

A white jade hairpin was inserted diagonally into the hair, and the black and silky green silk slid down on the shoulder. The golden robe was wrapped in a layer of cold and arrogant purple brilliance. Leaning on a branch of a peach tree on the water, with a green bamboo fishing rod by his side. Lazily glancing at the roses, his eyes were deep and light, and his blue eyes were as deep as a bottomless spring: "This king is naturally here." ”

"Thank you for taking care of the Charming Demon Realm for me." Rose said with a smile.

"In a hurry? Rose, why don't you laugh as much as you used to? His palms gradually clenched, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

The corners of his lips still maintain a light smile, and his delicate facial features are set off by the silver light emitted from the inside out, which is holy and dignified: "The appearance is just an illusion, and only without joy and sorrow can we cultivate Mahayana." ”

"Lonely and lonely forever, what is the point of cultivating Mahayana?"

The dazzling purple eyes of the rose suddenly exuded a long-lost brilliance: "If I cultivate Mahayana, I will be able to lead the Demon Realm to dominate." ”

"When will it be installed?" The voice flickered, and the golden figure slammed into the people not far away.

"Haha...... Moon...... It's so itchy......" Rose's crisp laughter sounded in the enchanting magic realm. Giggling and dodging Mingyue's arm, he rolled into a ball on the grass with Mingyue.

The bamboo basket was toppled aside, and the lotus canopy was scattered on the ground.

Tired of the trouble, fireflies flew over and surrounded the two in the middle. Rose pillowed Mingyue's legs, playing with the grass stems, while telling the coldness of the demon world. At the end, he looked at Mingyue intently, and said word by word: "I miss you, only with you, I am the happiest." ”

Mingyue looked down at her, her eyes doting but helpless: "Rose, don't go back to the Demon Realm, follow me to the Demon Realm, be my wife, and be the Demon Queen of the Northern Regions." ”

Rose was stunned when she heard this: "Be your wife?!" ”

Mingyue's voice was soft: "Demons fall in love, heaven does not tolerate it, be my princess, I will protect you." ”

"Princess...... No...... I'm going back to the Demon Realm......" Turning around, the slender white figure as a feather rose into the air and rushed towards the vast sea of stars......

It's like running away.

Zitong was like a tail, and her body involuntarily flew into the air with the movements of the rose.

When Zitong looked back, he only saw the delicate and steady man standing by the lotus pond, looking up in the direction of this side quietly, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

Before the "Mother ......" could come back to her senses, a little boy ran over, stretched out his hands and tilted his head, "Hug." ”

Snow-white short hair, delicate facial features, clear blue eyes, long eyelashes blinking. Wearing a white jacket.

It's so cute that Zitong's heart beats excitedly.

"You're Minghui?" Zitong asked.

The boy smiled sweetly, his smile so clean that there was not a trace of dust: "I'm Minghui." ”

It doesn't matter if he is his own fictional character, who doesn't want such a handsome and lovely son? Zitong picked him up and kissed him on the cheek.

Then the ecstasy faded, and an indescribable tiredness instantly swept over the body. Just chased and killed by a man-eating monster, he was immediately pulled into a dream to recall countless messy past lives, and in a blink of an eye, he could still see his child in his dream.

Since provoking the demon world, Zitong's emotional ups and downs are often in a roller coaster state. If it continues like this, it will either be scared to death, or the heart will not be able to bear the joy and sorrow and stop working. I was so tired, looking at Minghui's moist and lovely face, I sighed heavily: "Alas......"

"Mother don't be unhappy," Minghui comforted sensibly, "I can foresee the future, whether my mother will come to Jitai, survive the thirty-year-old tribulation after eighty-one difficulties, and be happy and blessed for a lifetime." "But, my mother must let my father choose me, and I want to accompany my mother." ”

Why did he keep insisting that he should choose him himself? Zitong's brain is a little insufficient. "Mom doesn't understand what you mean."

"Mother will understand."

Still didn't understand, and after a moment of silence, she asked again: "Why just now, I seemed to have become a person in a dream, someone else, and I was not under my control." Are those memories of mine, too? ”

"Yes, my mother's soul has been tampered with. Some memories were engraved on the mother's soul with divine power in order to cover up other memories, so no matter how many times the mother was reincarnated, they felt the same way, were blinded by the illusion, and were committed to that person. But many of the memories of his mother and father were lost, and Minghui found them from the fragments of his soul. ”

"Thrown away? Who did it? ”

Who else could it be?

As if he could find out what Zi Tong was thinking, Minghui nodded angrily: "It's him, don't worry, mother, with me in the future, I will definitely be able to return the facts covered up by that person to my father and mother for the rest of my life." With me, the Python King's heavenly punishment is over, and he will be resurrected. Stretched out his little hand and lifted the hair from Zitong's ear, "As long as my mother chooses me, she must choose my ......"

His voice faded into obscurity, and then Zitong suddenly woke up from his dream. (To be continued.) )