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Gu Heng was in unbearable pain, rolling back and forth in the car, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead, dripping and soaking the pillow.

"Twilight, ......"

In his drowsy consciousness, Gu Heng seemed to see a floating silver fragment in a dark world, guiding him to lose his sight and involuntarily chase away.

Gu Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed it in mid-air, whispering the name of Dusk Li softly, exhaling a hot breath.

"Gu Heng, I'm here." Dusk Li held Gu Heng's hand, and the cold temperature between his fingers eased Gu Heng's hot body temperature, bringing Gu Heng a wisp of comfortable coolness.

Gu Heng seemed to use all his strength to hold Twilight's hand fiercely, holding it tightly, and suddenly, his strength increased suddenly, and he actually grabbed Twilight's wrist with a layer of red marks.

"Enchantress!" He scolded angrily, his eyes closed, but the expression on his face suddenly became cold.

“……”

Twilight Li guessed that Gu Heng was deeply trapped in some bad dream, so she didn't get angry, she flicked her wrist lightly, and she broke away from Gu Heng's clamps.

Instead, Twilight Li sent a pillow to Gu Heng's arms.

Gu Heng grabbed the pillow, closed his eyes again, and scolded angrily: "Demon girl! ”

Twilight didn't know what kind of nightmare Gu Heng had, although she was also worried about Gu Heng's situation, but when she saw Gu Heng grabbing a pillow and shouting 'Demon Girl', she couldn't help but feel funny.

Gu Heng has already taken medicine, and his popularity is slowly decreasing.

However, no one knows when the fever will come again.

Dusk Li ordered Chen An to prepare the medicine at any time, and once the time of the medicine had passed, as long as Gu Heng still had a high fever, he would continue to take the medicine.

In this ancient realm with a long history, it is not as convenient as the world outside Liubao Mountain, and a bottle of hanging water is enough to reduce people's fever.

Twilight lifted the curtain and looked out, it was two o'clock in the morning at most, a few hours before dawn.

She sighed softly, her eyes fell on Gu Heng, thinking about it, this night was sleepless again.

Gu Heng was lying on the car board, and he had already curled up to the side of the car and relied on the pillow, but he didn't know when to turn back, lying on the side of Dusk's lap, and fell asleep deeply.

Twilight sat at the small table with one hand on her forehead and squinted for a moment, her long, thick eyelashes gently drooping, covering her eyes with a dark scent of floating silver.

"Leaving ......"

"Leaving ......"

In the twilight of his sleep, Gu Heng's call always echoed, whispering, full of pampering and tenderness, like a drizzle falling from the sky.

Twilight was surrounded by the call, unconsciously disturbed by the heart, and her thoughts were gradually occupied by the warm voice, and she slowly fell into a beautiful picture that she had never seen before.

In that picture, there seemed to be no night in the sky, only an infinite sun, bright and dazzling.

The air was exceptionally dry, with yellow sand dancing all over the sky, and even the wind was warm.

In the vast expanse of wind and sand, a figure slowly walked from a distance.

It was a little monk carrying a wine jug.

The little monk was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet, and a wine gourd hanging on his body.

The little monk is not very old, he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is very handsome.

Occasionally, the little monk may be tired of walking, so he will stop in the long sea of sand, raise his eyes and look into the distance for a while, and then choose another direction to walk.

Twilight is like an outsider, drifting in her dreams, wandering at will.

Compared with the little monk's statement of stopping and enjoying the scenery, she prefers to believe in one thing: the little monk is lost.

Twilight was a little curious about the little monk, so she kept following.

Sure enough, Twilight's guess turned out to be right.

Twilight watched the little monk walk back and forth in the same place, but he didn't get out of the whirlpool, and he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"What are you laughing at?" Suddenly, Twilight remembered a voice in her ears, which seemed to be the strangest miracle in this vast world.

Twilight didn't say anything, but watched silently.

She guessed that she must have hallucinated, otherwise, how could the little monk talk to her?

She's just a wisp of a dream.

In this dream, no one could see her at all.

After a while, the little monk finally stopped and accepted his fate.

It seems that the little monk really doesn't know the way.

Twilight laughed softly, and Gu Zi whispered, "Lost little monk." ”

"Well, yes, I'm lost, so, are you laughing at me?"

It was the voice of the little monk again.

Twilight was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while, even in a dream, it was still a little incredible: "Little monk, are you talking to me?" ”

"Is there anyone else besides you?" The little monk's words are more obvious.

Before the little monk finished speaking, he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where Twilight was located, his eyes were clear and pure, revealing a bit of awe-inspiring and rare righteousness.

His eyes were clear, and there was no half of a figure, not even the faintly visible remnant.

However, judging from the tone of the little monk's speech, the little monk just saw Twilight and found this wisp of remnant soul that appeared out of thin air.

"How is that possible? Can you see me? Twilight was a little surprised.

After all, Twilight could feel that she was really in a dream, but that feeling was immersive, especially when she was knocked out by the main owner in the dream.

"Can't you see me too?" A smile rose on the little monk's lips, warm and soft, just like the sunlight in the sky.

The little monk didn't seem to be surprised by Twilight's appearance, there was a little barely maintained composure in his eyes, and his mind was delicate, and he didn't want to be seen through by Twilight.

"Who are you?" Twilight asked.

If this is just a dream, perhaps, it is too real.

"I won't tell you." The little monk was worried about the twilight and refused to give the answer.

The little monk chose a direction and walked forward again, and the wind and sand were behind him, burying a new series of footprints.

"You just walked in this direction." Twilight kindly reminded.

"Really?" The little monk's words were indifferent, and he didn't seem to care much at all, he still kept walking, walking one step forward.

Twilight's gaze followed the back of the little monk closely, and for some reason, there was always a strange feeling of familiarity in his heart.

"We know each other?" Twilight couldn't resist her curiosity and asked again.

"What do you say?" The little monk stopped, raised his head, looked up at Twilight, and smiled pure and beautiful.

"Where is this?"

Twilight expected that the little monk would not speak honestly, so he simply stopped asking questions, and instead asked about things that didn't seem to be very important

In her dreams, she had seen this vast world of yellow sand many times.

Every time, the little monk walked on the sand and was not afraid of burning his shoes.