Feng Yan felt that she was probably crazy, she never thought that she would one day do such a shameful thing with a man, and she didn't even know who the other party's surname was, and what it looked like.

But she couldn't understand why, there seemed to be a faint voice in her heart telling her that she didn't reject such rude and intimate behavior of the other party, as long as it was this man, he could do anything to herself.

The man's kiss was very hard, and his arms were tightly wrapped around her, rubbing her back through the thin gauze skirt, as if he wanted to melt her whole body into the man's own body.

Under such a strange and taboo and mysterious kiss, Feng Yan quickly lost all his strength, and the whole person was almost paralyzed in the man's arms, and his brain felt dizzy and confused for a while.

In the moment before Feng Annihilation was about to lose all consciousness, the man finally let go of her, raised his hand to caress her red and swollen lips that had been sucked, and whispered, "Reacquaint, my name ......"

Feng Annihilation was dizzy and saw the man's lips furrow, but in the end, she still didn't hear the other party say her name, and the world fell into darkness.

Feng Annihilation woke up suddenly in his sleep, and "Huo" sat up from the bed, panting heavily, his heart still beating violently.

When she came to her senses, she looked around and found that the sky was just dawning.

Instantly recalled the dream she had just had in her mind, and she was at a loss for a while, she was a little aggrieved, her nose was sore, and she almost burst into tears.

She lifted the thin quilt on her body, stumbled out of the house, and shouted at the empty mountain forest: "Who are you? You come out for me, come out! I've had enough, I've really had enough! What do you and I have to do with it? Why do you humiliate me like this?"

However, only her own echo responded, and the Iron Mountain was still the Iron Mountain, as in the past years, quiet and serene.

The wind sat down at the door of the house, but the strong and fiery kiss of the man in the dream seemed to be an imprint into her bone marrow, and the scene appeared in her mind over and over again, and it couldn't be erased.

She sat in the doorway for a whole day, nothing happened, the sun rose as usual, the birds chirped as usual, and everything was as calm as usual.

It wasn't until nightfall, as if she had suddenly remembered something, that a spirit got up from the ground, staggered into the house, and closed the door with her hand.

She waved her sleeve robe and summoned the Luo Shu rubbing, and the mana all over her body surged, and she set a ban inside and outside the house, she wanted to see who came to make trouble every night while she was asleep, forcing her to do those things in her dreams that she had never even thought about.

But things didn't go as smoothly as she had hoped, and until late at night, the restraints she had laid down had not been touched by any force, and she had been lying in bed and not falling asleep because she had been trying to figure out the root cause of the harassment she had been having so many days.

The more troubled her heart became, the more she couldn't fall asleep, and her mind involuntarily began to recall the dream of the previous night, and she even felt that the unique breath that the man had crossed into her mouth when he kissed her deeply appeared in her mouth.

Probably because she had been tormented by this dream for a whole day, no, to be exact, she had been tormented by nightmares related to this man for nearly a month, so her heart slowly calmed down after being extremely anxious and disturbed.

She began to try to figure out the ins and outs of everything: one hundred and thirty-five years ago, she woke up from her slumber, and when she woke up, she saw Xiaoqiu, who is now known as Ning Lin Xianjun in the mouth of the immortals, and then she began her journey to find the blank in her memory.

More than a hundred years is enough for her to be sure of one thing, that is, the Tiegong Mountain in the human world is the place where all entanglements begin, and this so-called "beginning" is related to the man in the dream.

She was just indifferent, not ruthless, even though she didn't remember what earth-shattering things she had experienced, but she still knew very well what Hongluan Xingdong meant.

Thinking about the red star that appeared in the hexagram of the dream many days ago, she finally realized that she should accept the fact that she had fallen in love with the man in her dream.

When this situation is spoken, people will probably think that she is crazy with a loss of heart, and there are people in this world who can fall in love with a person who can only be seen in dreams, and the most outrageous thing is that she can't even see what the parents are like.

But this matter will not be mentioned to others, and even if others know, it will not affect her, she never needs to care about what others think of her, she only cares about how she sees herself.

Because all this is too unbelievable, and Feng Yan doesn't remember what kind of mood she felt when she fell in love with someone at the beginning, because of the nightmares of these days, there was a hurdle in her heart, which made her unwilling to face the fact that her red luan star moved.

But later events proved that the escape and struggle did not bring her any benefit, but made her mind repeatedly affected, making her feel pain and hesitation.

Although she no longer remembers the appearance of love, at least from Qingci and An Ruyue, she can see that the real love between the two should be sweet and harmonious. The reason why she feels pain and hesitation is because she has been doing useless resistance.

Since she has been looking for more than a hundred years and has obtained the result of her own red luan star, why can't she accept it calmly and deal with it calmly?

What if the other party is just a nightmare? As long as the fate is not over, she can see each other every night, and she can talk to each other every night, they can do all the things that can be done between couples in their dreams, why cling to each other's true colors?

Thinking about it, Feng Yan suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, it turned out that even if she fell in love, she would start to suffer from gains and losses like ordinary women, and care about some meaningless things.

Getting up and staying, Feng Yan casually hit a few night pearls in the house. When she came to the desk, she waved her sleeve robe and conjured up a blank scroll. As soon as the palm of her hand flipped, a mirage appeared in her hand.

"Since you are only willing to enter my dreams at night, and you will feel bitter when you think about you during the day, then I will simply draw you and let you accompany me day and night. Feng Yan stroked the paper and said with a light smile.

Lifting a pen to paint is not a difficult task for Feng Yan, even if the tip of the pen is dipped in ordinary ink, she can use her magic to make the colors of the portrait colorful at once.

Soon, a personable man dressed in a luxurious purple and gold robe and a purple gold jade crown on his head jumped on the drawing paper. Whether it is the body shape or the dress, it all reveals the nobility and arrogance of this man.

It's a pity that Feng Yan didn't paint the man's facial features, not because she didn't want to paint it, but because she really didn't know what the man looked like.

Even if she guessed in her heart, with the identity and strength of the other party and the extraordinary momentum exuded by her body, she must be a beautiful man who is unique in ten thousand, but there are thousands of beauties in the world, whether it is a man or a woman, no one can imagine how beautiful a person can be without seeing his true face.

After finishing the painting, the wind obliterated the mirage, and stared at the painting for a long time in the light of the night pearl in the room. Until she felt a sense of exhaustion hit her, her upper and lower eyelids involuntarily began to fight, and she fell asleep on the table without paying attention.

What she didn't know was that while she was sleeping, something unusual had happened to the newly completed portrait that had been placed in her hand.

I saw that the entire painting scroll emitted a faint fluorescence, and then the picture moved slightly, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

The whole figure was shrouded in a halo of light, which looked very blurry, but after careful identification, it could still be seen that this was the man in purple and gold robes that Feng Yan had drawn on the drawing paper before.

The man walked out of the painting and stood quietly beside Feng Yan, looking like he was looking at her. After a long time, the man suddenly reached out and picked up the woman who was asleep on the table, carefully carried her to the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

After that, the man sat on the edge of the woman's bed, as if guarding a treasure, and did not move a single step.

It wasn't until the east turned white that the man got up and slowly walked back to the painting.

It didn't take long for Feng Yan to sleep this night, and she woke up after less than three hours of sleep, and she woke up very disappointed and unwillingly—because this time she didn't dream of the man in her sleep.

Sighing, Feng Yan subconsciously lifted the quilt on his body and was about to get up to stay, only then did he suddenly realize that when he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he seemed to be sleeping on the table, but how could he be in bed when he woke up?

- Could it be him?

Feng Annihilation was startled in his heart, and hurriedly used his mana to feel whether the prohibition he had laid in the room was contaminated with any unusual aura.

As a result, she was disappointed when she probed, and there was no trace of the prohibition being touched.

She was very puzzled, she was obviously the only one in the room, and there were no sane creatures found in the entire Tiegong Mountain, let alone powerful people.

In this way, who is the man who makes himself unconsciously moved in his sleep sacred, and why is he not in his dream when he has made up his mind to accept him?

Sighing, Feng Yan got up and walked to the table, where the portrait of his own hand was still quietly placed, and there was no unusual sign to be seen.