Zuo Jing looked at the Qiluo doll, terrified to the extreme.

Moreover, the Seven Spirits Doll is still gathering towards her step by step.

And, they seem, are getting bigger.

Zuo Jing looked at the seven dolls and trembled.

Suddenly, a doll began to tremble violently, and soon burst open.

Mo Xing rushed out of the doll, pulled her out of the encirclement, turned around and ran.

They broke through the walls and came to a green space.

Zuo Jing turned around in surprise and found that they seemed to be piercing a series of holes.

The last one turned out to be a spatial hole.

In the circumference of the hole, a change of scenery can be seen.

Zuo Jing watched the Seven Spirits Doll chase after her quickly on the other side of the cave, and subconsciously grabbed Mo Xing's hand.

Immediately after, the hole actually began to heal gradually, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Mo Xing finally stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

He wiped his forehead, even though there was no sweat there.

"What kind of dream are you! It's horrible. Mo Xing said.

As soon as he grabbed it out of thin air, a cup of hot tea appeared in his hand and handed it to Zuo Jingdao:

"Drink some crush to suppress the shock."

Zuo Jing rubbed her somewhat sour eyes and sobbed:

"Is there anything sweet?"

Mo Xing looked disgusted, shook the teacup vigorously, and the tea inside immediately turned into hot cocoa.

Zuo Jing took it and drank some, and the sweetness and heat made her feel a little more comfortable.

"This is your dream again, isn't it?" Zuo Jing said: "I came here once before, and I still remember the feeling that the dream is gradually clear. ”

Her voice was soft, as if she had lost her strength.

Mo Xing looked at her and said, "You seem to have been hit very hard? ”

Zuo Jing didn't speak.

She wouldn't admit the fact that she was frightened by the Seven Spirits Doll.

That would expose the weakest thing beneath her shell.

Mo Xing conjured up a cup of tea for himself, thought while drinking, and said slowly: "I have a little impression of those things just now, it should be a Qilu doll." Still, it's a nice thing to deal with, so why would you be scared of your? ”

Zuo Jing glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Maybe in normal times, she would have snapped back.

But she was really in bad spirits and didn't have the strength to talk to Mo Xing.

Mo Xing saw that Zuo Jing didn't even fight, and realized that the matter was a bit serious.

He put away his joking tone and said, "Talk to me, okay?" Hope I can help? ”

Zuo Jing was silent for a while, and said, "It's just sad anyway." ”

Mo Xing thought for a moment, and suddenly grabbed Zuo Jing's hand.

Zuo Jing was startled and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Want to take advantage of the fire?! ”

Mo Xing laughed and snapped his fingers.

Zuo Jing felt the emptiness under her feet, and her legs stretched instantly.

The ground beneath her feet was gone, and the two began to fall rapidly downward.

In an instant, they passed through the clouds.

Zuo Jing looked down, and the ground was as small as a map.

The land is mottled, but it's also becoming clear at a rapid pace.

Zuo Jing reacted for a few seconds, and suddenly began to scream.

She used all the strength to feed, almost slashing her throat.

Her voice followed the rapidly rising current, and as soon as it came out, it spread out in the endless sky, without the slightest effect.

Mo Xing remained seated and looked at her with a smile.

"What the are you doing in your grandma's circle!!"

She tried to catch Mo Xing.

But in the air, she had nowhere to focus.

The ground was getting closer to them, and the view above was clearer.

Zuo Jing's panic increased geometrically as the altitude dropped.

Everything in the past flashed in front of her eyes like a movie.

She screamed Mo Xing's name, hoping for help.

Mo Xing just smiled at her, unmoved.

The ground is close at hand.

The wind and fear made Zuo Jing's tears flow.

Just a moment before the two of them landed on the ground, Mo Xing shook Zuo Jing's hand.

The two of them drew an arc in the air, rising in an instant.

His feet were almost touching the ground.

They fly slowly through the air.

Zuo Jing cried almost convulsively.

"How does it feel?" Mo Xing smiled and groaned.

"I feel like you're fucking ......"

Zuo Jing scolded for half a sentence and suddenly froze.

She and Mo Xing flew slowly in the air, overlooking the scenery below.

It's a verdant world.

In the distance, there are overlapping mountains, varying shades due to the vegetation.

At a glance, it is staggered, like a landscape splashed with ink.

In the immediate vicinity are hills and paddy fields.

The countryside is staggered.

Many farmers were working in the fields, and pink teenagers were running happily on the path with windmills in the wind.

Zuo Jing flew in the air, harvesting the lush and peaceful.

She suddenly felt very comfortable, and the blocked place in her heart slowly dissolved.

Mo Xing looked at her and smiled again: "How do you feel now?" ”

Zuo Jing was immersed in the scenery, and was awakened by Mo Xing, and glanced at him a little blankly.

She was ravaged by the feeling of the breeze, her hair fluttering with the direction of the wind, and the natural fragrance of the air intoxicated her.

It was a long time before she came to her senses and snorted softly, counting it as a response.

Mo Xing's smile brightened.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the clouds high in the palm of his hand, gathered them into a thick ball, and leaped up to it.

In Zuo Jing's surprised eyes, Mo Xing patted the vacant seat next to him and said with a smile: "Please take a seat." ”

Zuo Jing carefully touched the clouds, feeling like cotton candy.

She pressed hard, and she was able to press the ground firmly.

Zuo Jing jumped up and sat down, touched the soft clouds, and watched the clouds churning, and her mind became more and more comfortable.

Mo Xing swiped his hand in the blank space of the clouds, and many snacks and drinks appeared.

He opened the beer and handed it to Zuo Jingdao:

"Let's have a drink."

Zuo Jing took the beer, thought about it for a while, and took a big sip.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Hahahaha, exactly the same!" Mo Xing laughed.

Zuo Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "What is exactly the same?" ”

"You and she say exactly the same thing." Mo Xing's smile became a little bitter.

Zuo Jing was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Or that senior sister?" ”

"Her name is Shen Bing." Mo Xing said: "It's the opposite of you. ”

"On the contrary?" Zuo Jing was puzzled: "What is the opposite? ”

"Character." Mo Xing said: "You are rigid on the outside and soft on the inside, she is soft on the outside and rigid on the inside." It looks quiet, but it's very strong in his bones. When you have something, you don't want to tell others, you support it yourself and figure it out by yourself. As a result, I thought about a way, and I got into even more trouble. ”

Zuo Jing didn't speak.

She knew that she didn't have to ask, Mo Bei would not stop talking.

Once a person opens the floodgates of confiding, he cannot prevent the outpouring of emotions.

"At first, I noticed something strange in the dream around me, and I entered the dream. She's haunted by those little ghosts, in a dark place, more terrifying than the dream you just had. ”

"What kind of place is it?" Zuo Jing interjected curiously.

Mo Xing thought for a while, seemed to be organizing language, and finally said: "To be precise, it can no longer be regarded as a dream, but a place where yin and yang meet." ”