"Sleeping back to back with a pile of bones...... Husband, don't overestimate your wife's guts......"

Qi Ye casually threw the sleeping bag on it and lay down with her in his arms: "It's the safest here." ”

He lay down, Ye Weilan was lying on top of him, he stroked her face and coaxed: "Sleep." ”

Ye Weilan looked at Qi Ye's indifferent expression, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

Separated by a thin bed, there were two corpses underneath, but he was so accustomed to it.

The people who came out of the sea of corpses and blood have long forgotten what it feels like to be afraid.

Ye Weilan raised his hand to hug his waist, buried his face in the place of his heart, listened to the powerful heartbeat, and tried to forget everything around him.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep in a few moments.

……

Ye Weilan was awakened by the sound of high heels stomping on the ground.

She opened her eyes, and a faint blue light flickered past the doorway, fading away with the sound of footsteps.

She rubbed her eyes, Qi Ye was still sleeping beside her, and she jumped out of bed and followed out silently.

A faint blue light flickered on the stairway, and she seemed to have forgotten her fears, and followed the bean lamp.

The sound of the heel slapping on the ground, in the cold space, again and again, was unusually clear.

There was also the rustle of skirts dragging over the planks.

She chased the light barefoot, and after an unknown time, the light stopped in front of a small attic.

There was a creak, and someone pushed the door open.

She stared wide-eyed at the attic of a girl hanging in mid-air, with blood holes all over her body, and bright red blood dripping into the bath like a stream.

A woman turned her back to her, her snow-white shoulders seemed to be smeared with balm, round and beautiful, she was bathed in a pool of blood, her slender hands pulled out a soft arc, her raised chin was as delicate as jade, and the tip of her tongue licked her delicate lips, rolling the dripping blood into her mouth.

The red roses in the garden are in full bloom, red as blood.

The smell of blood was so thick that she almost suffocated to death.

The woman bathing looked back and saw her, and a smile bloomed into her red lips: "Put her in." ”

On the Iron Maiden's torture instrument, the sharp barbs faintly scattered blood.

Ye Weilan looked at the bloody suffocation that penetrated the iron thorn stabbing towards her, her face turned pale, and she shouted in horror: "Qi Ye!" ”

……

She opened her eyes in a cold sweat and met Qi Ye's soft eyes: "It's just a dream, don't be afraid." ”

Ye Weilan gasped for breath, she was still sleeping on Qi Ye's body, without those hellish things.

"Qi Ye, did you dream just now?" This dream is too weird, the woman was good at pharmacology, and there are probably plants in the air that can make people dream.

Qi Ye's thin lips provoked a seductive arc: "When you are by my side, I never dream." ”

This man is mentally strong, and no one has ever been able to defeat him psychologically.

It's impossible in reality, and it's even more fantastical in dreams.

"There may be something wrong with the air here, we have to wake up Yan Shi and Brother Qin Yu." Ye Weilan said and sat up.

Qi Ye pulled her down and lay down again: "No need." ”

can defeat the nightmare, and among the people who come, it is estimated that she is the only one.

"Tell me your dreams."

Ye Weilan glanced at her watch, at eleven forty, she slept for four hours, which was enough.