Chapter Ninety-Three: Dreaming Again? True or false
I don't know why, when I saw this scene, An Li was shocked, and she felt an unspeakable sadness from the bottom of her heart.
My heart seemed to be throbbing.
She clutched her chest, and by the time she reacted, she was already in tears.
She looked up again, at the curtain of light.
The man standing in the middle of the ice and snow, he was dressed in a well-proportioned and long body, and even if half of the mask covered his cheeks, he could faintly get a glimpse of what a delicate face it was. The man looks obviously imposing and is definitely a strong man, but now, when his eyes are closed, and when a line of blood comes down, it gives people a shocking feeling for no reason.
He was blind......
The light curtain didn't stay long, but it dissipated into countless small points of light in a moment, and the people on the screen also flew away.
An Li stood in place, and countless fragments flew in front of her, and a fragment passed past her ear, faintly, she seemed to see a long silver-white hair, and there was a gentle and affectionate voice in her ear:
"The glass of the glass? Isn't it just a piece of glass? ”
An Li turned her head suddenly, but the fragment had already flown away, she stretched out her hand, and was about to touch more fragments, but at this moment, there was a sudden strong gravitational force behind her, and An Li was defenseless for a while, and was directly sucked in......
When An Li woke up, she felt that her vision was a little blurry, and the world in front of her seemed to be moving up and down.
Then, she found herself lying on the back of a man.
She was startled and wanted to raise her hand, but her body was completely out of her control, still softly hooking the neck of the person below her.
"How much longer?"
A soft voice rang out, gentle, as if soaked in water.
An Li's thoughts were in a mess at the moment, because she found that this voice was so familiar, except that it was a little immature, wasn't it her own voice?
And just now she and clearly felt her mouth open and close a few times.
An Li suddenly realized that she was a wandering soul pinning on this body at the moment, and there was someone else who controlled this body.
What made him feel even more strange was that for some reason, she always had a hunch that the one who controlled this body was none other than herself, another self......
An Li felt that she was going crazy, how could she have such crazy thoughts.
At this time, the man's chuckle came from underneath, and his voice did not have much warmth, but it inexplicably gave people a sense of reassurance, "It's almost there." ”
An Li had already accepted that she was a wisp of wandering spirit, watching other people's stories, and when she calmed down, she paid attention to the man who was carrying her back.
"She" seemed to be injured, her whole body was limp, and she had no strength at all, so she could only lie on the man's shoulder.
From her point of view, she can only see the back of the man's round head, and the fair and clean side face, and the facial features are almost incomplete, mainly because An Li can't control this body, and "she" must know what kind of people are like and won't deliberately look at it.
couldn't see what the person carrying "her" looked like, An Li didn't bother, she began to look at the surrounding environment.
It was only after noticing the surroundings that she realized what a beautiful place they were in now.
The man carried "her" on his back and was walking through a sea of bright flowers.
Someone once told An Li that the sea of pure colors is the most shocking. But An Li doesn't think so, although she has not been flamboyant since she was a child, but when she was young, she was very partial to those bells and whistles.
When she was a child, she liked the five-color garland on the head of the elf in the villain's book, and later saw that there were some for sale, so she had a good face and didn't buy it. When she grew up, she saw other girls go to the Comic Con, wearing beautiful clothes with various colors that were very bold and cute to childishness, she wanted to wear them, but she didn't wear them, because they didn't match her cold personality, and no one took her to get started.
To this day, Anli still prefers colorful items.
Just like the seven-colored sea of flowers at the moment, there are all kinds of flowers here, with all kinds of colorful colors, and the sea of flowers has no end in sight, just like God accidentally knocked over the paint plate when he was painting, and splashed it into this world.
Flowers, naturally beckoning butterflies, An Li saw countless butterflies flying and dancing among the flowers, and the picture was once so beautiful that she was suffocated.
Until she clearly smelled a breath of blood.
An Li felt the hand around the man's neck as if it had touched something, and it was wet.
The man coughed lightly and said, "Let's get out of here quickly, it's getting dark, and the dew is all on our clothes." ”
But Anli understands that it is by no means dew.
The dew is moist, but not sticky, and it doesn't smell bloody.
That's blood.
The man's chest was soaked with blood.
His cover-up is really flawed.
But "An Li", who was lying on top of him, didn't ask, she just smiled, and urged him: "Mmmm, let's go out quickly." ”
After saying that, "her" head quietly turned in a direction.
From this angle, An Li can just see the scene below the sea of flowers.
It used to be said that the more glamorous the appearance, the more filthy the things hidden underneath.
An Li didn't believe it before, but now she really believes it.
Originally, she imagined that under the bright sea of flowers, there should be a piece of soft soil, but when she lowered her head, what she saw was not the rhizome of the imaginary plant at all, but a mess of white bones.
All the bright flowers are rooted in the white bones of Senran.
This is not more terrifying, what is even more terrifying is that what grows from the white bones is not only flowers, but more, there are roots and wisps of crimson blood.
Those blood lines were thin and long, like aquatic plants floating and growing on the bottom of the sea, but they were also like slender worms, and at this moment, those blood lines were frantically drilling into the man's body.
The man seemed to have some special ability, he protected most of his body, "Anli" was on his back, and he was tightly protected, but those blood lines probably found the weak point of his defense, one after another, desperately piercing his chest.
The man's heart was more than enough, and the blood on his chest was already dripping with bloodline, and the red blood fell from his chest into the white bones, and when it bloomed, it was a purple and red flower.
Only then did An Li realize that the man's side face was not ordinary white, but pale, white as if he would fall down at any time.
At this moment, as if sensing something, the man turned his head slightly, and An Li finally saw his appearance clearly.
Delicate irrelevant, thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly with a bit of childishness.
This is Jun Ling, who looks a little more immature.
At that moment, Before An Li could say anything in surprise, a familiar gravitational pull came, and she was sucked out.
Consciousness was silent for an unknown amount of time, and when An Li opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was the old fan on the ceiling of the laboratory.
"Sister, you're finally awake."
The young man's joyful voice came from the side.
"Huh?"
An Li moved, and found that she had a needle stuck in the back of her hand.
And she was lying on the bed, with hanging water next to her, and in front of the bed, Liang Fei looked at her happily and worriedly.
"If you don't wake up, I'm going to use you for a test." Liang Fei said.
Anli: "......"
She bent her index finger, knocked Liang Fei's head hard, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?" ”
An Li's only consciousness was the bracelet she saw before she passed out.
Thinking of this, she looked down at the spider bracelet on her wrist again.
The silver-white chain wrapped around the white wrist, the lifelike black spider was motionless, and the ruby eyes only shone with a cold light of organic matter.
There are no anomalies.
An Li frowned.
Unlike the previous times, this time she woke up from the dream and remembered what happened in the dream very clearly, although she didn't know what happened in the dream, but An Li's intuition told her that it was not as simple as a dream, the inexplicable and wonderful sea of flowers, the man who looked exactly like Jun Ling, in the dark, seemed to be inextricably linked with her.
But it was just a dream, and An Li was a little unsure, and at this time, Liang Fei's words stunned her: