When An Puyu woke up, she thought she was dead now.

There was an indescribable strange smell around it. If I had to describe it, it was about the smell of sulfur that only hell could have, mixed with the sour smell of rotting flesh, wandering leisurely in the air without fear, showing off his existence in a flamboyant and high-profile manner.

The target of this strong, stinking breath is not even the nasal cavity, but directly into the brain of the prey, swaggering into An Puyu's stomach, and unscrupulously setting off a monstrous wave that overturns the river and the sea.

An Puyu felt that rancid smell seemed to have taken root in his stomach, growing extremely unpleasant dark green branches, desperately climbing along his chest, struggling to crawl out of his throat with an extreme desire for the world of flowers.

"It's disgusting...... Woo...... What the hell does this taste like...... I want to vomit ......."

An Puyu blackened her face and covered her mouth, this foul smell made An Puyu wish to faint immediately, immediately, again, and never wake up again.

No! In fact, I am still in the dream, because I am still in the dream, so I will be tortured like this.

- Like countless nightmares before me.

Fragmented worlds, ferocious and brutal beasts, the disorder of the weak and the strong, and...... Chaos after the Nine Days of Thunder Tribulation.

Inexplicable dreams are physically and mentally exhausting.

In the past, An Puyu often had some strange dreams, and he had long been used to it.

In the past, what he hated the most was that he was dreaming, but he couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

Now, however, he wished he had better not remember anything.

The dreams of the past few days have made it difficult for him to let go, because they are too real and too clear, as if he is not a simple spectator, but a moth that is real in the dream, spreading its wings and flying, blindly fighting fires, but with nowhere to escape.

In particular, the dream I had yesterday can be said to be the strangest of my many dreams.

An Puyu dreamed that she was the legendary Qin Immortal King. He dreamed of his wine pond and meat forest, burning books and tunnels. He dreamed that he, with the help of some special force, was smooth sailing and invincible.

Of course, he also dreamed of his own end—just like the legend, and in the end, the gods were angry and the people rebelled against their relatives. Even the overlord dynasty that he painstakingly established and should have been immortal was just a flash in the pan, annihilated in the long river of myths and legends.

What made An Puyu unacceptable was the face of the man who ruined his dynasty, the face of the leader of the uprising who led a rabble against him.

- That's Shen An's face.

"It's all a mess of dreams."

An Puyu touched her face and rubbed it vigorously.

Because he was accustomed to the stench that made time freeze, An Puyu's gastric juice finally chose to stay obediently in the owner's stomach.

But An Puyu knew that this was just because reason prevailed and she temporarily stood still.

The gastric juice that has just been baptized by the smell, as long as there is a little wind and grass, I am afraid that it will still choose to pour out of the nest and pour thousands of miles.

An Puyu groped around, and suddenly touched a cold object, and when he looked down, it turned out to be Shen An's fish scale water sword.

"That's right! Hyena! Brother An! ”

An Puyu, who finally remembered that he would fall into this situation, immediately got up, but because the movement was too big, he accidentally touched the wound, and he couldn't help but "hiss".

The faint brief throbbing pain even made An Puyu forget the terrible smell that was still lingering on the tip of her nose.

"How long have I slept here?"

An Puyu didn't expect an answer, but he heard two "whoop" beast roars full of dissatisfaction and cruelty.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the little white tiger squatting on the table, wrinkling his nose and staring at himself with round eyes.

For a moment, An Puyu was actually thinking about whether the little white tiger's painful expression was more resentful of himself or more disgusted by the smell around him.

"Don't look at me like that." An Puyu shrugged and said, "I have already suffered retribution, you were just beaten by me, and I may have lost my love." ”

The little white tiger stood up excitedly, opened his mouth, and roared twice with bared teeth, An Puyu felt that it was probably scolding himself for being "damn retarded", but he didn't care.

Because the disgusting smell that makes people want to cut off their noses is getting stronger and stronger.

Seeing that the little white tiger obviously couldn't stand the smell at all, and pounced down again, covering its nose tightly with two claws in pain, An Puyu suddenly remembered that the little white tiger's sense of smell was a hundred times more sensitive than herself, and its pain at the moment was only a lot more than her own.

As a result, An Puyu's psychology was a little more balanced.

"Crunch-"

As the door opened, the rancid breath rushed towards him with a dashing momentum like light and dust.

An Puyu felt that she was about to ride the wind with that smell.

However, fortunately, An Puyu saw Shen An, he endured his nausea and didn't let himself faint.

"Brother An! Great, you're alright! “

An Puyu's heart was slightly excited, after so many nightmares, it was too healing to see Shen An.

Shen An squinted his eyes and looked at An Puyu with a smile. I don't know if it's because Qin Immortal King's dream is so vivid that An Puyu looks at Shen An's smile and feels inexplicably empty.

Fortunately, Shen An seems to be in a good mood, unlike in his dreams, he is always depressed and sad, his brows are furrowed, as if there is always unsolvable sorrow.

Shen An didn't face himself with a straight face like before, but smiled, which made An Puyu relax a little: Could it be that because he stood up to protect Shen An, he had already forgiven himself?

"Are you awake? Is the wound still painful? ”

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." An Puyu felt that she was not lying. Although there are still some throbbing pains from time to time in the place where he was bitten off a piece of meat, compared to the various mental torture in the dream, the pain of ** in reality is proof of his life.

"By the way, I just cooked, try my cooking."

An Puyu felt that her face, which was still smiling just now, froze suddenly.

"Brother An, you didn't burn the kitchen?" An Puyu smiled stiffly and blinked.

"How come, haven't you watched Aunt An do it countless times before, that is, you always make a fuss, and you don't leave me a chance to fight." Shen An put the dish flat on the table, and the little white tiger suddenly jumped off the table as if hiding from the poisonous gas, and flew out like an arrow without closing the door.

Only Shen An and An Puyu were left in the room.

"Brother An, that ...... Did you ask about the strange taste? Holding the illusion that the last trace of "the taste is not from Brother An's cooking", An Puyu asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh, I challenged a very interesting dish." The smile on Shen An's face was like a spring breeze without diminishing at all, and he could see his happy mood of successful cooking: "I wanted to cook for you several times before, but I didn't have much chance because I burned the kitchen, but this time I finally succeeded in challenging myself, come, eat while it's hot." ”

Brother An, you might as well burn down the kitchen!

An Puyu looked at Shen An's bony fingers in horror, gently opened the lid of the tea bowl, and with the steam, it was about a soul-locking demon from hell, which made An Puyu suddenly retreat, and with a bang, the back of his head hit the wall.

"Xiao Yu'er, are you alright?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay......"

In a daze, An Puyu felt that she must have committed an unforgivable heinous crime in her previous life, and she must be punished for being so unfortunate in her three lives at this moment.

An Puyu knew that Shen An was not compatible with the kitchen, but he never thought that Shen An could actually make such lethal food in the kitchen.

The tea bowl in Shen An's hand, the black unidentified square object was still steaming, An Puyu was clinging to the wall, holding her breath, trembling and stretching out her fingers, pointing to the indescribable food in front of her and asking, "This, this, this...... What is it? ”

"Stinky tofu." Shen An smiled: "It is said to be a specialty of Bronze Wall City, in fact, cooking is quite interesting, when I go back, I must try it a few more times." ”

"Don't! Don't! An Puyu stopped in horror, and seeing that Shen An seemed to be dissatisfied, he pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "This kind of thing, isn't it okay to leave it to the disciples of the Heart Cultivation Academy?" Where do you need to do this kind of chores? ”

"It's not so much a chore, it's an exploration of life." Shen An covered his chest with one hand, smiling brightly, sincere and happy, like a terminally ill person who had found the last comfort before dying.

An Puyu felt that after being in contact with Shen An for so many years, his smile today was particularly genuine and happy, and it was precisely because he was too happy, even with a hint of infiltration, that An Puyu had goosebumps.

"Come on, let's try it quickly, shall we? I just tried the taste, and it's actually pretty good. ”

Shen An's happy smile made An Puyu wonder if he had this kind of look when he set up the bait to shoot birds.

"That, Brother An, actually, actually...... I'm almost there! An Puyu was frightened to dodge the spoon that Shen An wanted to stuff into her mouth three or four times, and in a panic, she said nonsense.

“…… I see, you're still mad at me. ”

Shen An sighed and put the spoon down. With a slightly disappointed look, with those eyebrows and eyes, it swept lightly, and An Puyu blushed a little.

"It's rare that I got up so early, and I did it for you, since you're still angry and I'm going to drive you away, forget it."

"No, I'm not angry with Brother An! I'm still worried that Brother An, you're angry with me! An Puyu explained in a panic, but seeing Shen An's strong smile, An Puyu quickly snatched the tea bowl from Shen An's hand and said, "That, since it was specially made for me, then I'm welcome!" ”

Damn it! Lao Tzu is not even afraid of death for the sake of Brother An! Are you still afraid of a bowl of stinky tofu! Get out!

With the tragedy of the wind and the cold water, and the strong man who will never return, An Puyu suddenly stuffed a mouthful of Shen An's special stinky tofu into his mouth, and he didn't chew it, and swallowed it directly.

Perhaps because it has not been screened and tasted by the tongue, this first bite is not as terrible as imagined, so An Puyu is ready to challenge the second bite of Shen An's special stinky tofu.

"! Who blew up the! How does it stink like this! ”

Li Jiuyang, who hurried from outside the door with his nose covered, grew his mouth when he saw An Puyu's mouth stuffed with a black unknown object in his mouth and looked back at him in a daze, he grew his mouth and planned to turn around and leave as if he didn't see anything.