It took an hour for an old man and a young man to fill the cart with the old jars that had been dug up.

I watched them walk away and made a decision.

A jar of bone-buried wine shook and fell off the rickety wagon, gurgling and rolling at my feet.

I held the jar, and the cold temperature extended from my fingertips to the bone marrow, which made people shudder.

Look at the spell at the bottom of the altar, the seven twists and eight twists of the brushstrokes are insufficient, at a glance it is what kind of pheasant sect's handwriting, the yin around the altar gathers, and the mana of icing the heat can not be said to be no...... But this spell is not the ordinary Yin Gathering Talisman I had envisioned earlier.

I had gone through the spells I had read in the Treasure Heart Pavilion Heavenly Family's Seized Evil Book, and I didn't remember seeing similar spells for a while.

Therefore, the owner who drew this spell was either too high-end to play an original charm, or he was too unpopular to even bother to include evil books.

He was holding an altar and thinking alone, but there was a hissing behind him.

I was so startled that I almost threw the jar in my hand to the ground.

When he turned around, he saw that the big white horse was already standing next to the big bluestone at some point, holding his hooves and neighing.

I thought something unusual was going on around the stone, so I walked over quickly, but when I looked left and right, I didn't find anything unusual.

"Brother Ma, calm down. "I held out a hand and tried to touch the mane of the big white horse.

But the big white horse, who was clearly in a mood swing, didn't give me a chance to get closer, and raised his front hooves to cover the sky.

In order not to be trampled to death, I instinctively took a dozen or so steps back with the jar of wine, and watched in amazement as my mount went crazy for no reason.

It screamed miserably for half a pillar of incense, and suddenly didn't know whether it was tired or what, and suddenly knelt down on the big bluestone, and its head was against the edge of the stone, and it didn't move.

I thought it was going to die for a moment.

After losing the wine jar, he cautiously stepped forward to make sure that he would not be kicked again, so he touched his ear, "Da Bai, is there something in your ear that makes you uncomfortable?"

When I was a child, I went to the countryside, and I heard that the horse would suddenly go crazy if something was drilled in his ears, and the big white horse seemed to be a very smart beast, and he had a fairy golden body before, and it stands to reason that this ordinary horse suffered, and it should not be in its life chart.

What if it strikes suddenly, and I can't ride the clouds, so what can I do when I go back to the city......

I came closer, leaned down, and found that Dabai was crying silently.

Large tears fell from the white horse's lowered eyes, and two black marks were made on the big bluestone......

I'm allergic to tears.

It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, or whatever a living thing.

As long as tears are shed in front of me, I feel worse than looking for measles.

It's more or less a beast, and I also look at it as a wonder in the world when the beast sheds tears, but when I think about it carefully, it's a little offensive when I look at the wonder, after all, Dabai is spiritual.

Jiuzhongtian has a unique taste, in case it performs well this time to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and takes on the title of a meritorious escort, what is the true monarch, what is the horse monarch, and when the time comes, it will be faster than me to be promoted and raised.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to think about this experience if we all became colleagues in the future......

"Hey...... Oops......" I stretched out a hand and stiffened Shun Da Bai's head, "Lao Bai, you also have some cultivation, what are the hardships and difficulties, wait until you return to the Nine Heavens, whether it is lice in your ears or black beans in the feed with belching teeth, the suffering in the mortal world is small, but the merit is great...... I know I'm sometimes unkind when I say it, but you're not going to strike......"

Dabai ignored me, still in tears.

I stood up and took two steps back, helpless.

Scratching my head, looking at the weakness of Da Bai's head against the stone, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked tentatively, "Lao Bai, isn't there something pressing under this stone?"

The big white horse's ears stood up, and he suddenly came to life.

It stood up and nodded frantically with its hooves, for the horse's neck was straight, and it looked a little funny like a seesaw.

I patted my horse's ears and grinned, "Ha, yes." ”

There is something pressed under the stone, so naturally it is necessary to dig it out and take a look.

I took out a bundle of fairy ropes from the Qiankun bag, put the stone to death at one end, and tied it to Da Bai's body with the other.

I was anxious to watch from the side, obviously the bundle of fairy ropes had been strangled into the flesh and skin of the big white, and the stone was very evil, and it didn't move at all.

"Come on. After looking at the tea, I stretched out my hand to stop, "I'll come." ”

The fire dragon thorn stretched out more than a dozen inches long, and I gathered the spiritual power that I had accumulated with great difficulty in the past few days on the tip of the spear.

I stepped on my horse's back and volleyed at the stone, which was split in all directions.

There was nothing in it.

I stared blankly at the clearing, not believing that all the spiritual power I had accumulated over the past few days had been in vain, and from time to time a few wisps of green smoke came out of the clearing......

I stepped forward, and the billowing smoke became more and more fierce, and I waved it vigorously, but the green smoke still couldn't disperse.

Through the thick green smoke in front of me, I wanted to see what the source of the green smoke was.

The closer I got, the heavier I feel.

Immediately afterward, the real sensation of gravity came over me, and I felt like my back was on the ground, and I fell heavily on top of something soft.

The green smoke in front of him became cloudy, and eventually turned into a thick darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by the cacophony of human voices and footsteps, and the sound of instruments dripping in my ears.

A man wearing a mask looked at me and said something quickly to the people around me: "...... Is my heart rate and breathing all right?"

Soon, I felt my hand being grabbed.

My mother's tearful face soon appeared in front of me: "You finally woke up, you scared your mother to death......"

I feel a little confused......

What about the big white horse, what about the bluestone, what about His Royal Highness, and what about Huaijing?

What was everything going on before? What about the system?

After the doctor and my mother talked about it intermittently, I realized that I had fallen into a continuous coma due to severe heat stroke.

As for what happened during the coma, probably only I can tell the difference between the true and the false.

I find it a little hard to accept......

The immortal who has been cultivated for a long time in his dream, has he cultivated in vain?

Finally, if people want to dream, they can probably keep doing it, and there are not people in this world who don't have dreams come true.

It's just that dreams come true come true at a cost and timing.

Since you can't afford to pay the price, you can't dream about it.

Graduate school and work are both imminent matters, and you can't just lie in bed and go on like this.

After a few days of adjustment in the hospital, most of the summer vacation has passed.

I packed my bags and prepared to go back to school, feeling that there was nothing to miss in my dreams, except for His Highness.

But His Highness is also fake.

If that world is real, I can only hope that His Highness will be well alone.

The first love of my life was buried like this, and I stood under the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sunset, looking at the far end of the city, and wept alone.

Their

Well.