When Yu Xinglang saw the black gas, his heart was suddenly hit hard, and the pain in his heart spread.

He clutched his chest, as if two different forces were constantly wrestling in his body, trying to tear him in half.

The inexplicable pain made him want to scream.

And the black qi in front of the enemy general has slowly condensed into a human form.

The wind is gusting.

The army on the walls fell into a nightmare and cried incessantly.

At this moment, the enemy army suddenly looked at Yu Xinglang.

The invisible power struck instantly, piercing straight into Yu Xinglang's heart.

Yu Xinglang spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on the bed, and Long Xiaoxiao and his two assistants were staring at him.

Yu Xinglang subconsciously touched his heart.

"Xinglang, what are you doing?" Long Yaoyao frowned slightly, "Is your face so ugly and uncomfortable?" ”

Yu Xinglang looked at Long Xiaoyao blankly, he didn't know if he was still in a dream now.

The pain just now was so clear that it made him think that he would die in the next moment!

Seeing that Yu Xinglang didn't react, Long Xiaoyao stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Xinglang? ”

Yu Xinglang instinctively grabbed Long Xiaoxiao's hand, and the soft and warm touch made Yu Xinglang gradually come back to his senses: "I didn't dream? ”

"Stomach ache?" Long Yaoyao was concerned, "Xiao Jiang, you go and get the doctor quickly." ”

Yu Xinglang realized that it was very noisy outside.

So, isn't he in a dream anymore?

"Did you feel something was wrong just now?" He asked.

Long Xiaoxiao blinked: "Yes." ”

Yu Xinglang's heart tightened: "What did you find?" ”

"You're shy."

“……”

"So Xinglang took me to heart?"

Yu Xinglang lay down expressionlessly, and then pulled the quilt with an expressionless face to cover his face.

He must have been brain-dead to ask Long Xiaoxiao!

"Xiao Xia, Xinglang may be hungry, you go buy him something to eat and come back." Long Yao Xiao opened Xia Hailei.

After Xia Hailei left, Long Xiaoxiao pulled away Yu Xinglang's quilt: "What did you want to tell me just now?" ”

Yu Xinglang looked at Long Xiaoxiao.

Rao is in the entertainment industry that specializes in all kinds of handsome men and beauties, and it is difficult to develop immunity to Long Xiaoxiao's incredibly beautiful little face.

"Don't you have something to say to me? They're all gone. The dragon tilted his head.

Yu Xinglang remembered the dream just now, so he told Long Xiaoxiao again.

"You said you had a nightmare?" Long Xiaoxiao was a little surprised.

Yu Xinglang nodded: "This dream is a bit realistic. ”

Long Xiaoxiao said, "But as soon as you lie down and put on the quilt, you sit up." ”

"What?"

"It's just that you didn't sleep at all."

Yu Xinglang was in a cold sweat again.

"You mean I lay down and sit up again, and it took less than a minute?"

"I guess it's not ten seconds, right?"

Yu Xinglang was creepy: "But I really had a dream!" ”

"I don't think you're dreaming, you may have entered your own memory."

"Impossible."

"If you dream, I can feel it."

Yu Xinglang's face turned pale, memory? Why does he have such memories?

"Past and present lives?"

Long Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes: "What past and present lives, you should have encountered it in your life, but maybe you forgot!" ”

Forgot?

Yu Xinglang remembered that he had forgotten what happened before he was twelve.

"Xinglang, if I'm not mistaken, you, like Ye Zhenzhen, are also highly gifted people."