"North Darkness!" Sanskrit suddenly woke up from a sleepy nightmare!

She sat up from the bed, panting and sweating, and her eyes were pitch black. The roar of railroad tracks rang out the window. Fanyin stared at the bed in front of her, her mind in chaos.

"Woo!" she curled up with a headache, buried her head in her knees, and grabbed her slender hands into her hair, she sobbed sadly, her body trembled, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

"North Hell, North Hell......" Sanyin's heart kept chattering, and tears flowed down. Where was she? That scene almost scared her life. Fanyin breathed heavily, staggered up, and groped out of bed by the light outside the car door.

She put on her shoes crookedly, and as soon as she stood up, her body shook and she almost fell. Her hands were propped up in the air, and it took two swings to hold them down. Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief, didn't say a word, and rushed out of the carriage.

The current Fifth Sanskrit is not in the Dongling Kingdom on the Mitian Continent. At that moment, Fanyin suddenly woke up from the train carriage, and she looked around in confusion for a moment. At this moment, she is sitting on a train bound for the city of Jingping. The fifth Sanskrit sound, also known as Mo Xiaobai in this world, is a first-year college freshman who is about to report to Hallym University in Jingping City.

Seventeen years ago, due to an accident, the fifth Sanskrit, Yaya and Northern Tang Tiankuo, were forced to leave the Mitian Continent and came to this otherworld, the Soul Continent, also known as the earth. At this moment, the three of them are living here as Mo Xiaobai, Zhang Yifan and Tiankuo, waiting to join the Northern Tang Dynasty and return to the Mitian Continent at that time.

The fifth Sanskrit burst out of the carriage, her eyes aching from the bright incandescent lights in the train corridor. Sanyin's body shook and walked towards the water room step by step. Feeling weak from the fright, she pressed against the window in the train corridor as fast as she could.

Fanyin's palm pressed against the window, only to feel a burst of coldness, and his brain slowly sobered up. In the carriage, a person woke up for the first time when he felt that there was an abnormality in Sanskrit sound. It turned out that Sanskrit had just shouted the name of Beiming in a dream, but the reality did not make a sound. It's just that the movement of her struggle still aroused the man's vigilance, even if she tried to suppress her emotions and movements so as not to disturb the people around her. After years of military life, restraint and self-defense have long become the instinct of Sanskrit.

Ling Ye knew that Fanyin was awake, but he didn't make a sound, just kept an eye on her every move. After Fanyin rushed out of the train car, Ling Ye also rushed out. Ling Ye's sister Ling Yan, who was sleeping on the top bunk of Fanyin, opened her eyes at this time, she only stared at the back of her brother rushing out, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. Then she looked at Yaya next to her, she was really asleep, and she was not affected at all.

Fanyin lay in the pool, gulping cold water, holding the water in both hands and slapping it desperately on her face, her messy short hair was already soaked, sticking to her cheeks. The rapid growth of spiritual power and memory made Sanskrit Yin have a splitting headache and his body was unbearable. Her body slowly lost her support and slid towards the edge of the pool.

Outside the carriage, in the corridor, there were many people who had not yet fallen asleep. Several men were smoking. A young man saw the figure of Sanskrit about to fall, and hurried to help. Unexpectedly, before he could reach out and touch Sanskrit, he was already blocked by a personality. The man was swift, slender and straight, and at some point he was thrust in front of the young man.

"Huh?" the young man exclaimed, a little irritated.

Seeing that Fanyin was about to touch the ground, Ling Ye hugged her and took her into his arms. Sanskrit Yin was confused, and he put his head against Ling Ye's chest, snorting unbearably, frowning between his eyebrows, and only listening to Sanskrit silently reciting on his lips: "Northern Darkness...... North ......"

Seeing this, Ling Ye felt a pain in his heart, and turned around to leave with Fanyin in his arms.

"It's been a long day, it's the two of you who are making an awkward noise! Hey!" the people watching the excitement teased.

"Hmph!" the young man who wanted to take a hand scolded, and took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand.

Ling Ye came to the door of the carriage with Fanyin in his arms and did not rush in, the air in the corridor was cooler than in the carriage, Ling Ye wanted to let Fanyin ease down for a while. Fanyin lay in Ling Ye's arms, calming down for a while, but her eyebrows were still frowning. Ling Ye lowered his head and looked at Fanyin gently.

Sanskrit closed her eyes, snorted softly, and sank again. After a while, Ling Ye carried Fanyin into the carriage and gently placed her on the bed. Carefully helped her dry her hair, face, placket, and cuffs, took off her shoes, and gently helped her cover the quilt and tuck the corners of the quilt.

He didn't get up in a hurry, but stayed by Fanyin's bedside and looked at her. The fingers gently pressed the center of Fanyin's eyebrows, and after a while, Fanyin's eyebrows loosened, and her breathing gradually became smoother. Ling Ye looked at Fanyin's face as pure as moonlight, with slender eyelashes, and reached out to stroke it. Ling Ye's warm palm held Fanyin's cheek, reluctant to leave.

At this time, Ling Yan, who was sleeping on the top bunk of Sanskrit, turned over and whispered: "Brother, I like you......"

When Ling Ye heard this, his brows furrowed, revealing disgust. Who knows, at this time, Ling Yan said more clearly and loudly: "Brother, I like you." ”

It didn't matter after this sentence was finished, Ya Ya, who was sleeping on the top bunk of Ling Ye, also moved. She turned over and hummed softly, "What......" Yaya's sleepy eyes looked at Fanyin, thinking that Fanyin was speaking. When she looked in confusion, Fanyin was sleeping quietly, and there was no one around. Ling Ye had returned to his bed without a sound.

"Brother...... I like you......" This sentence, Ya Ya, who was also sleeping on the top bunk, could hear it clearly. She woke up and looked at Ling Yan opposite. There was affection in her words, and she was half shy, and Yaya had goosebumps all over her body when she listened. She rolled over and went back to sleep.

Early in the morning, Yaya woke up early and tiptoed into bed. When she looked down, she found that Ling Ye, who was sleeping on her lower bunk, was gone. She looked at it again, and Ling Yan was gone.

Yaya came to Fanyin's bed and sat down, trying to wake her up. I saw that Fanyin was sleeping deeply and steadily, and Yaya still couldn't do it. She got up and left the room, trying to find Tiankuo in the next room. As soon as she went out, Yaya saw Ling Ye's brother and sister standing in the corridor, the boy's face was flat, and the girl bowed her head. Yaya instantly remembered the scene that happened last night, the girl's appearance of calling her brother was obviously abnormal.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Yaya's heart, and then Ling Ye looked at her. She turned around and left, looking for Tiankuo.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the dining car came. Yaya and Tiankuo bought breakfast for Fanyin and came to the carriage. Ling Ye and his sister also walked in. Yaya only thought it was strange when she saw them, so she turned her head away and didn't pay any more attention.

"Xiaoyin, get up and eat, wake up. ”

"Whew. Sanskrit rolled over, whimpering in her mouth, obviously not feeling well.

"What's wrong with Xiaoyin?" Yaya saw that something was wrong, and reached out to touch Fanyin's forehead, and a layer of fine cold sweat was on it. "Ahh