The bus full of freshmen finally started slowly and drove to the military training base. The car drove fairly smoothly along the way.

Zhao Mengyao was still worried about He Yihang beside her at first, but as time went by, she was drowsy due to the bumps of the car, coupled with the upsurge of sleepiness, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

It was as if she had a long, long dream, in which she stood on a high altar and looked coldly at the man in front of her who was tied to the sacrificial fire.

The man's long black hair hung down to his ankles, his face was covered with blood and whip marks, and he was horribly miserable, except for a pair of eyes that were surprisingly bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

However, those eyes were ominously eerie red. His eyes were full of anger and resentment.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?" Why? Just because I have a pair of eyes that are different colors than yours? To suffer these treatments for no reason? ”

Those red eyes were familiar.

Just when Zhao Mengyao wanted to get closer and take a closer look, a red flame burned from those glass-bead-like transparent eyes, as if it was about to burn on her in the next second!

She was horrified in her heart, and wanted to retreat, but she felt a pair of hands push her—

Zhao Mengyao suddenly remembered that she was standing on a high altar, so behind her was the abyss!

"Meng Yao! Zhao Mengyao!! ”

Zhao Mengyao woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of dark eyes staring at her tightly, which coincided with the pair of demon red eyes in the dream, which instantly frightened her and pushed the person in front of her away.

He Yihang was unprepared and pushed by her like this, hit the seat behind him, and stumbled before standing firmly.

Zhao Mengyao only felt as if there was still a burning sensation on her body, but when she touched her forehead, it was all cold sweat. In a trance, I heard Bai Xiaotian on the side shouting loudly: "Hey, hey, goddess, are you okay?" Your face is pale! Are you sick? You were still moaning in your dreams just now, are you okay? If you don't feel well, tell your teacher, don't force it! ”

So Zhao Mengyao was called back to the real world by such a popular voice.

She finally calmed down, looked up, and saw that He Yihang was still maintaining a posture that did not stand firmly, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I had a nightmare." ”

He Yihang adjusted his standing posture and said with a smile: "The way you looked at me just now, it was like seeing a monster." It hurts me a little. ”

Zhao Mengyao didn't have the strength to reply, she felt like she was in prostration, that nightmare was too real.

Even now, she didn't dare to look at He Yihang's face, for fear that his dark eyes would suddenly be dyed a strange red, and then the ghost fire would burn her out of nowhere.

Bai Xiaotian was still worried and asked, "Goddess, are you okay?" Are you going to stand up? Do you want me to help you up, are you really okay? Do you want to take a break more, I'll help you intercede with the leading teacher! Don't train in the military, lie down and rest! ”

Zhao Mengyao was so noisy by the chatty Bai Xiaotian that her head hurt. This person's chatter is so serious, it's almost a fight with the chatter in her team. Their voices are a bit like huh, but they shouldn't be that coincidental.

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