The one in the dream, hearing this, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up a gentle smile, and her voice was also the kind of gurgling water: "Yes, thank you for your praise." ”

The man didn't say anything, just stared at the lily of the valley for a while.

Zi Qianmo is completely observing this dream from the perspective of God.

She could see very clearly that this handsome man in a wheelchair looked very similar to her family Mo Dayan, but he was more cold and exuded a temperament that no one should enter.

The purple gold emperor qi on this handsome man's body was also like waterfall magma, roaring and rolling.

This is the same as Mo Yan.

Zi Qianmo was shocked in his heart - how could there be two people in the world who were so similar?

If it's just similar in appearance, it's okay, the key is that the purple and gold qi are all the same, which is worth pondering.

The Qian Mo in the dream spoke again: "Childe, Luo'er and her husband Junsi Yutian have been in the Dragon Clan's spiritual realm for more than half a year, and I don't know what happened, no news came." ”

"If you're worried, you can take a trip to the Dragons." The man said, "You don't have to help me with everything, it's too hard." You are worried about your apprentice Ye Luo, that is also right. ”

The Qian Mo in the dream showed joy on his face: "Okay." However, before I go, I still have to go and see Jun Li first. The child was left behind by Luo'er and his wife for half a year, and he was alone, and he was pitiful. ”

The man did not object: "Yes." He is your godson, and it is only right for you to go to see him. ”

The dream ended here, and like a fantasy, it gradually dissipated.

It's like a withered flower.

On each scattered petal, there were some fragments of the dream realm, which flew out in all directions, turning into countless crystalline points of light.

Zi Qianmo woke up.

She opened her eyes, a pair of pale glass-like eyes, glaring at the boss.

Outside the window, the sky was already white, and the first rays of dawn in the morning were about to fall.

This dream seems to be very short-lived.

But this sleep lasted for a long, long time.

"Luo'er...... Jun Li......"

Zi Qianmo muttered, "Childe ......"

These three names, especially the last one, keep popping up in the mind.

The scene in the dream, after waking up, was quite clear, and I didn't forget it because I woke up.

"Who are you?"

Ziqian Mo's lips moved slightly, she had just woken up, her voice was slightly hoarse, full of confusion.

Demons don't dream for no reason.

Demons are different from people, people often sleep in various dreams, and demons basically sleep is sleeping, and they don't dream at all.

Every dream that the demon has a meaning of revelation!

What is portented.

Or rather, what ever happened.

She sat up, and instead of putting on her coat, she wore a scarlet midcoat, and reclined on the edge of the bed, her eyes staring out the window.

The dawn breaks.

The rising sun.

There are clouds in the sky, shining on the earth.

Qianmo. Another self in a dream.

Luo'er. Another apprentice of oneself in the dream.

Jun Li. Luo'er's son in the dream, his godson. Jun Li, Jun Li, Si Jun Li. Luo'er's husband seems to be surnamed Si.

Son. In the dream, a man with the aura of a purple gold emperor, the master served by Qianmo, seems to be extremely indifferent, but he cares about Qianmo.

"Is it a dream? Or is it real? ”