In fact, maybe it's not just Liqing, I also have a bad feeling about this day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because every time I think of the three words "sunning dragon robe", the color in my consciousness is always a blood-red color.

Laundry and drying clothes is a housework that everyone can't avoid, and when I arrive at the bar, my work sometimes includes washing and drying the chair covers and tablecloths in the bar, so I am very sensitive to washing and drying. Wash and dry clothes and bedding on a sunny day, and when you take it back in the afternoon, it is hot, bury your nose in it and sniff it, and you can smell the sun.

Some people unromantically say that it is actually the smell of dust mites that have been killed by the sun, but I still think that the smell is very good, and it is the feeling that makes you want to hug or get into it and sleep soundly.

Therefore, when it comes to drying clothes, it should be a beautiful thing to think about it, and it will not be like now, and I feel terrified when I think about it.

In consciousness, there is always a snow-white robe, which is stained with bright red blood. There seemed to be a voice pleading faintly: "Please, hang it up, after hanging it, the hundred evils can't get close to ......"

Whose blood is this?

In view of the fact that what I have dreamed about for so long seems to be the white dragon, and this day is called "drying the dragon robe", and it involves the dragon, so I secretly suspect that what I unconsciously captured will not be the white dragon's bloody clothes!

What could make a god shed so much blood?

In my mind, it seems that the white dragon should be like Zhao Yun in the Three Kingdoms, who fought countless battles, but he never had a scar on his whole body before he died. This ominous consciousness always made my heart feel depressed too.

I put the soup in the freezer of the fridge and went to bed. This sleep was very unsound, and there was a restless restlessness in the blood of his whole body, and his chest seemed to be pressed against a heavy stone, and he was overwhelmed. Eventually, my hands fumbled and struggled, inhaling violently, and finally I was able to break free from the weight of the nightmare and open my eyes all at once.

Looking at my watch, less than three hours had passed, and it was not yet noon.

I was lying on my bed, sweaty. The yard was very quiet, there were neither birds chirping, nor cicadas, no wind, nothing, something was unusually wrong.

The vitality of this building seems to have been suddenly emptied, and there is an inexplicable sense of emptiness that has never been felt before. I jerked to my feet, got out of bed, and ran to the antechamber.

I searched all the front hall, and then all the backyard, and there was no one. Like any solar term, the bar has reverted back to its ancient architectural appearance, and has become hidden in the streets and alleys, becoming invisible to ordinary people.

However, in the boring fast, there is also no breath of any of the four of them, Liqing and Lichun.

The fright I was frightened wasn't unfounded, they used to go out together like this before, but it never caused me to panic. No matter how far away they went, there was always some breath left here, and, my gut told me, they were only going out temporarily, and they would be back soon.

But this time, my instincts actually failed. There was no breath of them anymore, as if everything was just a dream, and the few of them had never existed. And I was uneasy, because I felt completely unknown, and I couldn't predict whether they would come back or not, and I didn't know what would happen next.

Although it was noon, the whole building gave me a feeling of emptiness and ghostly at the moment.

When I realized what I was doing, I realized that I had unknowingly run to the main hall, pulled up a chair, and sat down curled up in front of the huge portrait of the white dragon.

It was my body that automatically guided me to this place, I didn't quite understand why, but when I looked into the gentle eyes of the white dragon in the painting, I realized that this was probably the most secure place in the whole building. In this painting, there are three dragon scales of the god of war, and no matter how complicated I have feelings for the white dragon in my dream, I will still be unconsciously attracted to him and be blessed by him.

Where did they go, and why didn't they even leave a trace? And, I have a deep concern, will they ever come back?

Something must have happened, otherwise they wouldn't have disappeared so suddenly. Maybe they will come back, but the problem is that with them, the concept of time is completely different, and a hundred years is just a flick of a finger for them. Maybe when they come back, I'll be old.

When I thought about it, I suddenly became a little scared.

It shouldn't be haunted during the day, and there don't seem to be any ghosts in this world, but somehow, I just feel ghostly, and it's cold to the bone.

This is in the hottest solar term of the year, such as "Xiaoxia", how can such a thing happen?

I sat in my chair, feeling cold in the hot air, and gradually I seemed to be unable to move.

All sorts of bad imagery flooded into my mind, mixed up in a mess. Blood-stained robes, blood-red moons, demonic fangs, collapsed houses, wailing people. The information that I had seen on the Internet and that I had ignored suddenly popped up - June 6 was not only a sunbathing day, but also seemed to be ...... Let's pick the melon festival!

Probably because the Netherworld also has a hot summer, on June 6, the door of the Netherworld will be opened, and all kinds of imps will enter the yang world, select watermelons and bring them back to the underworld to spend the summer, so this day is a day that is particularly easy to hit ghosts.

This is really too, no matter how you look at it, it is just the imagination of human beings when they are bored. If there are ghosts as legendary, ghosts are afraid of the sun and never dare to come out during the day, so there is no sun in Hades. If there is no sun, how can there be a hot summer?

It would be more convincing to say that they would come out in the winter to pick up the stove.

I never thought that I would encounter such a thing - the people around me were still fine, and they were together with laughter and laughter not long ago, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace.

All that was left was untold panic and loneliness.

Thousands of years ago, when the white dragon disappeared into this world silently, what kind of mood was Liqing like? Will it be the same as I am feeling at the moment?

The wind chimes at the front door jingled.

I was stunned for a moment - there was no wind outside today, not a single wind.

Are they back? I'm just here to be pretentiously innocent and moan. Moan?

But no, there is no breath of them, if it were them, I could feel it.

So, is it a guest?

Today, it's a little summer, and it's the day when the bar turns into a "boring fast" - there will be no customers, and the guests won't see us at all!

So, what is it?!

I stood up with a pout. But at this moment, the mysterious man who had been silent in my body for a long, long time suddenly spoke.

"Shining, don't look! Don't use your eyes...... Go see him! (To be continued.) )