"Yan'er, do you like this dress that A-Niang made for you? It's your favorite red. A gentle voice came into my ears.

I opened my eyes in a daze, looked around, and saw an arched bridge.

This arched bridge is blue-gray, and on the opposite side of the arch bridge, there is also a row of red lanterns.

I instinctively walked towards the opposite side of the arch bridge, and when I reached the opposite side of the arch bridge, I found that in front of me was actually a manor.

In front of the manor, there is a row of red lanterns.

In the middle of the red lantern is the plaque of the manor, on which the word "Mengzhuang" is written.

"Meng Zhuang?" I muttered to myself.

"Auntie, look, am I dressed well?"

I vaguely heard Meng Zhuang in the middle, as if a little girl was talking, so I walked to the door of Meng Zhuang, I wanted to knock on the door, but who knows, as soon as my hand touched the door, the wooden door opened with a "squeak".

Immediately afterwards, I saw a spacious courtyard, and in the depths of the courtyard, there were lights shining.

"A-Niang thinks that you look good in whatever you wear." The gentle voice came again, and for some reason, my heart was pounding.

There was an indescribable urge to see the woman speaking at once.

"Then A-Niang will use the leftover materials to make me a cloak another day." The little girl's laughter was heard.

I had already walked through the courtyard to a hall.

In this hall, there is a long table, dozens of hoop chairs, and behind the long table is a counter, and on the wooden shelves in the counter, dozens of wine jars are placed.

"You, you prefer such a gorgeous color, and this underworld is mostly like plain black." The woman's voice was already close at hand.

I looked up at the wooden stairs on the side of the counter, and the sound was coming from upstairs.

So, I walked quickly upstairs.

"A-Niang, I heard that the bride of the mortal world is wearing red, and in the future, Yan'er will find a wishful husband and wear red clothes every day." As the little girl spoke, I pushed the door open.

Without hesitation, without hesitation, there was a voice in my heart, and that voice told me that I must meet the woman in this room.

"You're still young, why are you thinking about this?" The woman raised her hand gently, and pretended to be angry and put a little on the little girl's forehead.

And I looked at the woman, who was now facing away from me, dressed in a black cigarette shirt, her hair neatly combed into a bun, and her figure was slender.

The little girl, dressed in red, looked like she was about twelve or thirteen years old, and was looking in the mirror.

"This?" I looked at the little girl's face in the bronze mirror, and began to become in a trance, because the face in the bronze mirror was actually eight or nine points similar to me.

Except that she is a little childish and her face is slightly rounded, the rest of her facial features are exactly the same as mine.

"Okay, don't take it, let's go make soup with A-Niang." The woman took the little girl's hand, turned around, and walked slowly toward me.

I don't know why, when I saw this woman's face, my eyes instantly overflowed with tears.

The woman in front of her is extremely gentle, although she only applies powder, she is still beautiful.

While walking, he looked down at his daughter, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling.

"Auntie, I don't want to make soup." The little girl pouted a little unhappily: "I'm tired of making soup every day." ”

"Yan'er, don't be willful, you are the future master of Mengzhuang, this soup, you can't fake your hands to others." Speaking of "boiling soup", the expression on the woman's face instantly became serious.

"Yan'er knows, don't be angry." The little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve and said soft words.

The woman pulled her through my body and pushed the door open.

I turned around in a trance, trying to keep up with them, but the moment I turned around, the surroundings became dark, and a bloody smell came towards me.

"Dreams? It's a dream! I gritted my teeth, muttered to myself, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

As a result, there was a "popping" sound under my feet, and I didn't have to look down, I also knew that there must be a bloody color under my feet.

"Chu Xiyan, are you going to wake up? Chu Xiyan? ”

The deep voice of the North Shadow kept coming into my ears, and I wanted to respond to him, but I couldn't open my mouth inexplicably.

"Yan'er, go home with A-Niang!"

And the woman I saw before reappeared on the other side of the bridge at this moment, standing under the lantern in front of Meng Zhuang, waving at me.

"Yan'er!" She seems to be calling me?

"Chu Xiyan!" I, on the other hand, felt a pain in my eyebrows, and instantly narrowed my eyes.

Immediately after, the woman's voice began to become indistinct.

"Chu Xiyan!" The voice of the North Flame echoed in my ears.

I felt like my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them at all.

"Chu Xiyan, wake up quickly." Stygian Beilin called my name, and I felt a pair of cold hands on my cheeks.

This coldness gradually pulled me back to reality.

I struggled to open my eyes, and what caught my eyes was the pale and serious face of the Stygian Beilin.

His deep, heterogeneous eyes stared straight at me.

I was relieved to see me wake up.

"Chu Xiyan, you just got caught in a nightmare!" Beilin opened his mouth to me.

"Caught in a nightmare? I often have nightmares. As I spoke, I was about to get up, but my head seemed to be cracking, and it hurt a lot.

"No, it's the Nightmare Demon, the Nightmare Demon can lure you into a dream, and use the person or thing you care about the most to keep you in the dream." After he finished speaking, he stroked my cheek.

I also raised my hand and stroked it towards my face, realizing that I was actually crying.

"Who did you dream of? Did you dream about me? Beilin looked at me with a little anticipation on his face.

"Me?" I pursed my lips, and said that the demon led me into a dream, and would use the person or thing I cared about the most to keep me in the dream.

But why, did I dream of a completely strange woman?

"Could it be that you are dreaming of that disease?" Beilin instantly frowned.

I hurriedly shook my head: "No, no, I just dreamed of my master." ”

I said perfunctorily, and when I heard that I had dreamed of Master, the expression on my face improved slightly.

"Drink some water." Stygian handed me a glass of water.

"Ling'er, he'll be fine, right?" I looked at Xuan Ling, who was sleeping soundly beside me, a little worried.

"The child is innocent, there are no distractions, and there is no concern, and those nightmare demons have no chance to take advantage of it." Beilin said and stroked Xuan Ling's forehead.

"Shenjun, if you don't sleep today, are you worried that you will be caught by the Nightmare Demon?" It suddenly occurred to me that there must be a reason why the North Darkness is not resting today.