Venerable Shang opened his eyes suddenly.

The color was bright, and he was still lying on his bed, wearing pajamas and the quilt was well covered.

He gasped and touched his chest.

There was no wound on his chest, nothing like the countless times he had woken up from a terrible time in Tronsa.

But he was covered in cold sweat, and it seemed that he was really tortured to death like those "honored merchants" in his dream.

It's such a nightmare again.

Zun Shang Cong is different from others, he often can't sleep at night, and when he closes his eyes, he is scarlet blood.

When he grew up, everything around him was stable and he slowly began to settle down.

And then, he started to have that nightmare again, and it was so real.

Zunshang lay down for a while before finally moving his body and going to work in the company.

Nothing strange happened all the time, and when he got home in the evening, he turned on his mobile phone as usual to talk to his rumored girlfriend.

Then wait until eleven o'clock to wash up and go to bed.

Little by little, the clock struck twelve, and a fresh breeze blew in through the window.

Zunshang opened his eyes in a daze.

Everything is like a copy of the previous one.

It's just that this time, Yan Bupo changed his method.

"I hear you have someone you like now." He sighed: "This is not good, you promised me back then, eternal life will not be emotional to anyone, have you even forgotten this?" ”

Yan Bupo's eyes were sad, but the dagger in his hand was merciless.

Seeing that Zunshang's face was distorted because of the pain, he even leaned down and hugged him gently: "Brother Zeshi, when you were buried, I still carried you into the coffin, you were too light at that time......"

Isn't it light, in order to save Lao Shizi's life, he dug out his heart and filled the hole that shouldn't be filled.

There are many fools in this world, but it is rare to be stupid enough to be on his own.

Because of the pain, Zun Shang even lost the strength to speak.

The white dagger looked as cold as ice, and as dark as white bones, and it faded all the warmth in his body, leaving only cold.

What the hell is this......

"Thorn-"

After a sharp thud, everything in front of him collapsed like quicksand.

The white dagger is gone, and Yan Bupo is gone.

Zunshang slowly raised his eyelids, and saw a familiar figure sitting beside him.

He was still in his room, and there was not a trace of blood on his chest.

The man sitting on the edge of the bed frowned, grinding a thin willow leaf in his hand: "What did you dream about?" ”

It took a while for Zun Shang's eyes to focus.

Seeing Ye Chuijin, he relieved his heart, and then told Ye Chuijin what happened in his dream in 1510.

When he heard the name of the man in white, Ye Chuijin was stunned: "Who are you?" ”

"His own name is Yan Bupo."

Yan Bupo is also one of the legends in the cultivation world, but compared to the fame of the irascible immortals, he is more infamy.

When he was young, he was just a mortal who was bullied, and later he was monitored to have the potential to cultivate immortals, so he was accepted as a disciple by a certain immortal mountain.

In the second year of Xiuzhen, he entered the mortal world and killed all the Yan family up and down, leaving no one behind.

On his path to cultivation, killing was the most common thing.

It wasn't until the famous owner of the Zhong Dusk Tower surrendered to him that there was a peaceful and prosperous world in the cultivation realm.

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