The carriage hurried to the place where the temple fair was held during the last Flower Dynasty Festival, Ling Zhi asked Hongxi and the groom to wait outside, and walked alone to the location of the red line tree last time.

There was no one around, Ling Zhi looked up and looked around the tree, and finally locked on to a target, she used the starfire to swing, the sword qi slashed upward, cutting off the small branch.

Lingzhi bent down and removed the flower note hanging on it from this branch, perhaps because of the rain, the flower paper had been blackened by ink stains, but when Lingzhi opened the flower note, he still clearly recognized the font written on the paper.

"Why...... Isn't it......"

The flower note in her hand fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, Ling Zhi's lips trembled and murmured, her black and white eyes were occupied by a trace of gloom and other complex emotions, and without saying a word, she picked up the slightly sharper end of the red feather and stabbed it at the inside of her arm.

Ignoring the dull pain, she tried to carve words into her skin quickly, but with a few stabs, the ground beneath her feet suddenly vanished, and her body fell downward, into the familiar darkness.

The merciless cold wind whistled wildly, and the pain spread from the fingertips all over the body, as if a sharp enemy gun was cutting through every inch of skin, picking at blood vessels and stirring up internal organs, cruel and painful.

Ling Zhi wanted to scream, but he couldn't make the slightest sound in his throat.

She lost the concept of time, she didn't know how long time had passed, she only felt that time was very long, longer than a century, maybe two centuries, she finally saw the light again.

At this moment, the fresh air and dazzling sunlight seemed to have become the best gift in the world, Ling Zhi lay on the ground weakly looking at the blue sky where the white clouds swam, a few strands of hair were firmly adsorbed by sweat on her forehead, her lips were a little dry, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Daydreaming, this is not the second time, right?" ”

Daydream system: "Fourth." ”

Ling Zhi didn't want to ask where he had been three times before.

Daydream system: "Sister Lingzhi, does it hurt?" ”

Ling Zhi did not speak.

Of course it hurts!

The fourth time, it has increased to such an intensity, so if you continue to do so, do you want her to die???

Daydream system: "I'm sorry Sister Lingzhi, this is what you have to bear, we are for your good." ”

"Good for me? You just want me to die??? Ling Zhi couldn't understand this approach, "Then why don't you just let me die?" Why do you have to do so many tricks? ”

Daydream system: "I just don't want you to die so the pain is incremental, and each punishment is kept at a certain interval of time." ”

Ling Zhi remembered that the daydream system said that for the sake of the client's privacy, every dream he has ever had will be sealed, and he can unlock it if he needs to memorize it.

But Ling Zhi felt that it didn't matter if he checked his memory or not.

Whatever, broken jars.

"Daydreaming, let's discuss something, after I finish a dream, don't seal my memory." Ling Zhi said.

Daydream System: "Daydream is a for-profit company, and the principal has a privacy contract with the company. ”

"Yo, are you still committing crimes in a gang?" Ling Zhi said, "That side quest has nothing to do with the client, right?" Can you keep the memories of the side quests for me? ”

Daydreaming system: "It's okay to think about it, let's start with the next dream." ”

After the daydream system finished speaking, he didn't get a response from Ling Zhi for a long time, and then he realized that Ling Zhi seemed to have fainted.