The more and more flowers bloom, red, white, pink, and purple, intertwined into a painting. You seem to be able to hear the sound of flower petals blooming, crackling, like the slightly open red lips on a woman's pink face.

Pollen is blown everywhere by the wind, like colored autumn mist.

The cuckoo smiled and said, "Does it smell good?" Smell more! ”

"Poppies are really beautiful and smell good, but unfortunately they are poisonous!" Aoki said with a sigh.

"Knowing that it is poisonous, how many people can resist it?" The cuckoo wrapped his arms around Aoki's neck, his body getting closer and closer, and the breath of his speech had already sprayed onto Aoki's face, "It can make you want to die, so why care if it's poisonous or not!" ”

"The medicine jar you've been soaking in since you was a child is full of opium, right?" Aoki also put his arm around the cuckoo's waist, and the two of them rolled down among the flowers.

"Huh, guess what?"

"Have you ever heard of Humen selling cigarettes?" Aoki asked suddenly.

"What?"

"A historical story that tells you how to fight opium."

"No one can resist the temptation of opium! Unless you don't touch it. ”

"No, there's a way."

"What?"

"Fire."

"What?"

"Humen sells cigarettes, and Lin Zexu burns opium with a fire."

"Hehe, are you trying to burn me too? All right! I've already burned, come on, hurry up ......"

However, in the midst of the aroma, the cuckoo smelled a hint of incongruous choking smoke.

She sniffed her nose and looked sideways to see black smoke rising from the corner of the wooden building.

She remembered the cigarette butt that Aoki had thrown out at random, and the trail of the meteor across the sky seemed to be still in the room of the small wooden building.

Dead leaves were blown in by the wind through the windows and gathered towards the corners, like moths rushing into flames.

Where the black smoke has passed, the poppies have withered.

"It's on fire!"

The cuckoo wanted to get up and put out the fire, but once such a small wooden building burned, he couldn't escape.

However, she was now being held tightly by Aoki, her four legs were entwined, and if Aoki didn't let go, she couldn't stand up at all.

"Hey! It's really on fire! The cuckoo shouted, "I didn't expect you to use such a method to break my incense technique, this time you are amazing!" Let me go, if you don't let go, we'll be burned to death! ”

Aoki looked at her with a smile: "Poppies are dead, and ghosts are also romantic!" ”

"You!" The cuckoo struggled hard, but couldn't break free, and the two of them were tightly entangled like two ** snakes, "What are you doing, don't move!" I threw in the towel! Oh no...... Let go of my ......"

Her body trembled, and pleasure and pain arose at the same time. She clearly sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't know why.

The black smoke gradually decreased, and that was because the fire was bigger. The flames not only burned the dead leaves, but also the floors and walls of the small wooden building.

Everything here is combustible, there is nothing to block the flames or extinguish the fire.

It's too late to escape!

"Let me go! If you want to be cool, I'll make you cool when you get out! But don't choose such an extreme method, okay? I don't want to die with you. The cuckoo even began to plead.

"Who said I was going to die with you?"

Aoki's voice was lazy, and there was no anxiety at all about burning his eyebrows.

Wrong! Cuckoo discovers that Aoki's voice doesn't come from under him.

She looked up.

The man at the head of the chicken nest was standing not far in front of him, his hands in his trouser pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked at her with a smile on his face.

There were blazing flames everywhere around.

The cuckoo saw Aoki's old trench coat swelling backwards like an inflated hot air balloon under the impact of the flames.

And this damn man actually had the heart to pretend to be forced in the fire, slowly tilted his head and stretched the cigarette in his mouth to the side, and lit the cigarette on the flame that was more than one person high.

What the hell is this?

Didn't the cuckoo suddenly remember that he wasn't under him? Isn't he with himself?

She looked down and saw that the man below her was closing his eyes and looking like he was enjoying himself. She looked up again, and the two men were exactly the same. But she already knew that the one standing there pretending to be forced was the real thing.

So who is this?

The cuckoo's chest rose and fell violently, and although it was lying there, it was as uncomfortable as if it were pressing against a large stone. She wanted to move, but the man below her was so tightly entangled with her that it was like she was entangled in a python.

She felt like she couldn't breathe and couldn't even move her fingers.

What a familiar feeling it has been for a long time!

Du Juan remembered that when she was young, every time she fell asleep in the medicine jar, she would be like this, and she couldn't move. Then she saw Master coming, sat down beside her, and told her that she was dreaming.

At first, she was always scared. Frightened, she woke up from her sleep and often spilled potions everywhere.

How many years have it been! She thought she would never be trapped by dreams again, and she would never dream again when she didn't know she was dreaming. She is a sober person, and Master says that people like her are called awakened beings.

She had grown so old that she had only met one Awakened except for her master—a man who captured her heart as soon as he appeared, even though she was only thirteen years old at the time.

She had tried to use her girlish body and unique body fragrance to seduce the handsome man who was out of the sky, but she failed. The man named Situ seemed to be immune to all her means.

Master said that Situ had reached the point of controlling the group consciousness, and that he was probably the most powerful of the few remaining awakened beings in the world.

After all these years, Cuckoo has always wanted to try again to see if that man is really immune to everything about her, even if she treats him with sincerity, not just dreams.

Now, one more man, a man who is difficult to conquer.

She knew that everything just now might be fake, she didn't hypnotize the man, but she was hypnotized by the other party. She didn't know how he did it or when.

Now, she was in the pinching moment of her nightmare, and there was still a glimmer of clarity in her mind.

You won't be able to get away with it!

Relax...... ...... relaxing, the cuckoo kept hinting at herself, slowly slowing down her breathing and controlling the rhythm, and then, her consciousness finally returned to clarity.

For a truly awakened person like her, of course, she will not be as flustered and overwhelmed as those who have just fallen into a lucid dream, and after the nightmare is over, she immediately emptied her consciousness, got rid of the dream, and walked back to reality.

The person below her suddenly disappeared, and she fell to the floor with a thud, her chin slammed on the ground, and there was some pain.

It's okay, it's real pain. Proof has woken up.

The surrounding poppies and vines are also gone.

But why are the surrounding flames real? The fire is raging! The small wooden building is about to be overwhelmed.

That damn chicken coop head is still smoking there.

"I didn't expect you to use this method to destroy my incense technique! You're amazing! The cuckoo jumped up from the ground, because there was really nothing to cover, so he could only rush out, "Are you really not afraid of being burned to death?" ”

She walked through the wooden building, jumped out of the back window, and fled, slapping the flames off the few locks of hair that were burning with her hands.

The small wooden building behind him collapsed in the fire, and countless sparks flew into the sky.

The cuckoo stopped and turned to look, snorted coldly, and said to himself, "Only a fool would use fire to burn this method!" What if you break my dream-jerking spell? It's not like I've burned myself to death! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a figure come out of the ruins of the small building that was still burning.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his trouser pockets, two or three flames on his head in the chicken coop, his old trench coat fluttering with hot air, and the paddle under his feet tapping and tapping on the path behind the mountain......