With Si Nanyuan's embrace, Tang Wan soon entered the dream again.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that she was dreaming again.

Or a follow-up to that dream.

The moment I returned to my dream, I saw that the middle-aged woman carrying a kitchen knife had appeared only a few centimeters away from her.

Tang Wan's heart "chuckled", and before she could react, the wind around the house instantly raged.

The thatched hut outside the window was immediately blown down in the howling wind, and the straw flew in all directions.

And the wind also intensified, without the slightest intention of stopping, and after a short whistling, it became even more arrogant.

Even the dirt house they were in at this moment began to shake violently.

The villagers screamed and ran out of the dirt house, and even the middle-aged woman who had just raised the kitchen knife and tried to slash her face threw away the kitchen knife and ran away screaming.

But the wind outside was too strong.

Tang Wan clearly saw that there were a few thin figures, and as soon as they went out, they were scraped to the sky in the scream, and they didn't know where to go.

Almost at the same moment, the wall farthest away from her finally couldn't bear it anymore and crashed down in the wind.

Without the support of a wall, the entire mud house was also fragile and vulnerable, and was forcibly torn apart in the strong wind and turned into a ruin.

When everything in sight is destroyed.

The wind finally stopped.

In the whole rage, the only survivor was Tang Wan.

It was as if someone was deliberately manipulating the wind, only punishing the villagers who had hurt her, but not touching her in the slightest.

Even the clods of dirt and straw that had been blown away by the wind magically bypassed her.

Tang Wan looked at the mess around her, and had mixed feelings in her heart.

But before she could think about anything, a familiar voice suddenly came from above her head.

She subconsciously looked up, and what caught her eye was a pair of huge pure black wings.

And in the center of the wings, is a tall and straight man.

Soon, the man landed steadily in front of her.

With a one-knee position, the massive black wings disappeared and became two human-like arms.

The man bowed his head and saluted her very respectfully.

"The subordinates are late, and I hope His Highness will forgive his sins."

Tang Wan held her breath and was shocked by the scene in front of her.

The man's voice was low and magnetic, although the tone was respectful, and the self-proclaimed ones were subordinates, but it did not make people hear any sense of humility.

What's more...... This is Si Nanyuan's voice!

She couldn't get it right!

But...... Subordinate? Your Highness? What are these strange names?

Tang Wan couldn't wait to speak, wanting to make Si Nanyuan stand up.

She wanted to see his face.

But no matter how hard she tries,

What she wanted to say just stayed in her head, and there was no sound on her lips at all.

Tang Wan was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that he had been ignoring a problem that he had been ignoring, or unwilling to face-

This is no ordinary dream.

Because she can't control her dream self according to her own wishes.

If some of her previous actions overlapped with her thoughts, it could only be said that some of her reactions and decisions at this time were the same as when she was actually born in this dream.

Don't...... Is this something that was really born and buried in the depths of her memory?

But how is this possible?

Shouldn't her memory be just that part of her previous life?