Mo Ran drank the porridge, the feeling of emptiness in his stomach gradually dissipated, and the sleepiness slowly came to his mind, so that when Jun Chenyuan turned around, Mo Ran had already fallen asleep.

Jun Chenyuan's fingers swept across the ink-dyed eyebrows, all the way down, his fingers stopped between the ink-dyed collarbones, carefully rubbing the already somewhat blooming Manzhu Sahua, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Lying down with his clothes closed, he carefully lay down next to the ink dye, and fell asleep with the ink dye.

Mo Ran seemed to sleep deeply, deeply, and seemed to have had a long dream.

In the dream, Mo Dye opened his eyes, and there was a very familiar peach blossom forest around him, and Mo Dye bypassed the leafy peach trees, and unsurprisingly saw two figures, one red and one white.

The young man in white hugged the girl in red into his arms, and the light laughter rippled in this picturesque peach forest, which made the corners of his ink-dyed lips curvature.

Ink Dye stood aside, quietly watching.

Suddenly, the picture turned, and it was still a familiar scene with ink dyeing, the sky was overcast, and thunder and lightning were combined.

Mo Ran's heart suddenly hurt, because she knew that the young man in white would staggered into the girl's arms next.

"Linyuan...... Who are you? ”

Ink Dye's faint question was not answered, but the next picture was not familiar to Mo Dye.

A black mist exuded a powerful force slowly approaching from the sky, and the girl in red was hit hard by that power, and her stunning face seemed to be covered in blood, making it impossible to see her expression.

The young man in white drew his sword and stood up, but he was never able to defeat him, and Mo Ran looked at it, his heart was clenched, and he seemed to be extremely worried.

The black mist exuded a huge power and rushed straight towards the young man in white, the young man didn't have time to dodge, his eyes seemed to take a deep look at the girl in red, and then closed his eyes lightly.

But at the last moment, the girl hugged the boy tightly into her arms and took the blow that was enough to lose his life for him.

I don't know when, a light rain fell in the sky, Mo Ran raised his head in a daze, reached out and wiped his cheeks, wet, I don't know if it was tears or rain.

The boy hugged the girl's lifeless body, desperate and grieving.

"It's... Is your end? ”

Mo Dye looked at the picture in front of him, the peach blossoms withered, everything withered, and everything seemed to have lost its life with the death of the girl.

Mo's heart ached dullly, as if she had experienced it, and it hurt her heart.

The image around the ink dye quickly receded again, and she returned to the dark laboratory, the researchers in the white coat were busy, no one seemed to notice the ink dum, and the ink dye looked at the figure in the glass, which was herself immersed in the glass experimental dish, so weak and powerless.

In the corners were countless body bags, occasionally oozing red blood.

And not far from him, a teenager's arm slipped and the number was engraved on it: 7.

The ink-dyed pupils constricted, and his trembling hands tried to tear off the white cloth covering his body, but he still couldn't give up.

"Number 7... Brother..."

Mo Ran muttered to himself, his gaze turned to look at himself in the experimental dish, his blue pupils without the slightest luster, dead and silent.

"Past Life ......"

Before Ink Dye could say anything, the picture around him began to recede rapidly, and it came to the day when Ink Dye was reborn in another world.

Mo Wanrou, Mo Elegy's ugly face is still the same as before, Mo Zhan's ignorance, Zi Ningshuang's unexplained disappearance, and the wanton bullying of the aunts, the scenes that flashed in front of his eyes, Mo Ran looked at them calmly.

This is what she has experienced along the way, and Mo Ran can't understand why her dream is so strange.

The surrounding pictures are still continuing, the ink dye subdued the ghost-faced rakshasa and met Jun Chenyuan, everything seemed like yesterday.

After a while, the picture came to the present, the Fenghua Conference, Mo Ran looked at himself on the battle platform, high-spirited, unruly, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Finally, the picture came to an end, and the ink-stained body was pitch black, and the fingers could not be seen.

"It's... Where? ”

The sound of ink-dyed echoed around, and it seemed strange to be here.

"Here are your memories."

In the corner, a melodious and melodious female voice sounded in the ears of Mo Dye.

As Mo Ran searched for prestige, a faint figure appeared beside Mo Ran, the figure was so broken that he could only roughly see the human form.

The appearance of the figure seemed to illuminate the dark place a little.

"My... Memory? However, I have no memory of that memory. ”

Mo Ran looked at the figure with some doubts, she had no memory of the first picture.

"Memories are hidden deep in the body, they will not be forgotten, but they will fade."

The figure chuckled and shook its head.

"So, that girl in red is me?"

Mo Ran looked at the figure and asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes and no, you're ink-dyed, just ink-dyed, but she's not."

The figure's words were about to stun the ink dye, and the ink dye simply ended the topic.

"And who are you?"

Mo Ran looked at the figures floating back and forth, his eyes faint.

"Who am I? I can't remember exactly, I've lived here for so long that I can't remember anything. ”

The figure was erratic, seemingly extremely unstable, and could easily disappear.

"Then how do you know those images are my memories?"

"Naturally, this is your mind."

Mo Dye clearly felt that the figure was looking at him with disdain.

Yes, I'm asleep, it's a dream.

"This is my dream."

Ink dye shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind and pulled his hair together.

"It's not that important whether it's a dream or a memory, it's the same when a dream begins with a memory and remembers from a dream."

Mo Dye really didn't understand what the figure said, but he felt that these images seemed to be related to him.

Ink Dye looked down in thought, and when he looked up again, the figure had already disappeared.

"It's weird."

Ink dye flicked his sleeves and sat cross-legged boredly.

I closed my eyes, and in a few moments, the ink-stained figure disappeared from the dark place.

"Time flies so fast...... It's been hundreds of thousands of years. ”

There was a soft sigh in the air, and it disappeared again.

Mo Dye left that place and fell into a deep sleep, probably because he was a little concerned about those memories in his heart, and he kept thinking about those things in his heart, and the picture of the pair of teenagers and girls also kept hovering in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, but my ink-dyed eyelashes trembled and I opened my eyes.

I didn't see Jun Chenyuan's figure beside him, Mo Ran rubbed his eyes and got up.

Looking at the half-open window, the sun was shining outside, and the vines that climbed up the wall naughtily burrowed into the window, blooming small purple flowers, exuding a refreshing fragrance. The temperature also gradually rises, and the ink-dyed eyes are dyed with the color of the sun, with a smile.

"Summer, is it coming..."

Mo Ran lifted the quilt and stepped off the bed, maybe he had slept for a long time, his legs were a little sore, but his spiritual power and spiritual power had recovered to their peak, and his injuries were all fine.

"Dye is awake?"

Jun Chenyuan took the food box, pushed the door and entered, and saw the ink stain sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Well, how long did I sleep?"

"How's your recovery going?"

Jun Chenyuan put down the food box, pinched the tip of his ink-dyed nose, and checked the luck and spiritual power of his palm.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Mo Ran smiled and took Jun Chenyuan's palm, looking at the food box on the table with some impatience.

"One day and one night, so long, Chenyuan, I'm so hungry."

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan pitifully, his eyes full of smiles.

"You, you're always working so hard, you have to understand that if something happens to you, it's not just about yourself."

"That's right, master! What do you want us to do as contractual partners? ”

The voice of the ghost-faced rakshasa sounded, and after a while, four demonic beasts appeared in place, looking at Mo Dye with some anger.

"Hahaha, hey, hey, hey......"

Mo Ran smirked, trying to fool the past.

"If we get hurt like this, we will be very sad and very sad."

Lan Xi's small hand grabbed the ink-dyed palm, squeezed Jun Chenyuan aside, and successfully obtained Jun Chenyuan's white eye.

"I know, I won't worry you in the future."

Mo Ran rubbed Lan Xi's hair and smiled at the three of them.

"Then the master will eat well first, and let's go out for a walk."

Nian Lingyu's purple eyes smiled, took Lan Xi's reluctant little hand, and led the others out of the room.

"Dye'er, let's eat something."

Jun Chenyuan put the food on the table, ginseng chicken soup, magnolia slices, pumpkin porridge, almond cheese, all the color, flavor and flavor, straight to the ink-dyed gluttonous insects, and the index finger moved.

"Dye eat slowly, it's not enough."

Jun Chenyuan sandwiched the dishes for the ink dye, and the ink dye tasted this endless dish slowly, his eyes were full of happiness.

"By the way, how is the conference competition arranged?"

Mo Ran drank the ginseng chicken soup and asked casually.

"The competition was suspended for three days, and after two days, the competition restarted."

Mo Dye nodded, his eyes dark.

"In the final final, there are fifteen people left."

Ink-dyed index finger habitually tapped on the table, pondering.

"Because of Mo Elegy, Wu Shengyue was promoted, plus one person was injured in the retest, Lan Luoyi was promoted, and those four people were promoted."

"God help me."

The corners of his ink-dyed lips hooked up a smile, and he quickly solved the food in front of him, wiping the corners of his mouth with a square towel.

"I'm going to see how Luo Yi is doing, is Chen Yuan with me?"

Mo Ran stood up and looked at Jun Chenyuan.

"Dye'er go, Mo Zhiyi and Wu Shengyue are there."

Mo Ran nodded, a little puzzled, his eldest brother likes Luo Yi a little, and it is natural to accompany him, but Shengyue's performance doesn't seem to be quite right.

Ink Dye shook his head and walked towards Lan Luoyi's room.

"Ink dye."

"Xiao Ran, you're here."

Wu Shengyue and Mo Zhiyi turned around and saw the ink stain against the light.

"Is Xiao Ran better?"

"It's all right."

Mo Dye shook his head and stepped forward to investigate Lan Luoyi's situation.

"Luo Yi is fine, maybe I have to sleep a little longer."

Ink Dye collected his spiritual power and withdrew his palm.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Martial Saint Yue exhaled a long breath and finally put his mind at ease.

"You two go and rest first, and I'll accompany Luo Yi later."

Mo Ran looked at the two of them with black eyes and haggard faces, and they looked like they hadn't rested for a long time.

"No, I'm resting, I'll come, you guys go."

Xia Muyao appeared at the door and smiled at the three of them.

"Okay."

Mo Zhiyi was the first to leave, and Mo Ran looked at Wu Shengyue suspiciously.

Wu Shengyue sighed secretly and looked at Mo Dye helplessly.

"Come with me, I want to talk to you."