Chen Jian woke up from the nightmare again.

It is not even possible to call these successive dreams "nightmares", they are nothing more than Chen Jian's past experiences, which have become terrifying under the filter of purgatory. If someone asks him to retell the dream, he will not be able to do anything. They were a very strange presence, like shadows that accompanied them, and the black shadow of maroon swayed at the end of the field of vision, as if mocking his poor language.

The most unforgettable thing for him is the affairs of the imperial court.

He dreamed of the figure of Princess Tilting Lian again and again, for the previous Chen Jian, the princess seemed to be all he had, he was absolutely loyal to her, his mind was imprisoned in a cage called "loyalty", he was powerless to break free, and he had no idea of breaking free, his life seemed to be born for the princess.

But the seizure of the traverser changed everything, Chen Jian changed from a puppet with no two hearts to a person with self-awareness, he really came to life, but the former Chen Jian did not completely die in this handover, and the subconscious loyalty was still hovering in his mind, persevering in trying to strip the new soul.

The confrontation between the two souls turned into a dream—it was a fragment of Chen Jian and the princess getting along, and they seemed to warn the current soul: you are the princess!

Chen Jian felt that he was gradually divided, on one side was himself from the future, and on the other side was himself born in the Western Dynasty - both sides were themselves, in other words, neither side was himself. The crack widened, and the dark abyss became a source of fear in his heart, which gripped his soul, and he was drowning in the river of dreams covered with blood. Sometimes, he always wants to scream, but he doesn't know what to shout, and there is no point in talking to himself.

Like falling from a height.

He awoke, his head hitting the hard rock, and his knees, curled up in his abdomen, pushed down. When I opened my eyes, the scene in front of me was finally coherent with that before going to bed.

"Rose, you've been sleeping longer and longer this time. ”

This does not bode well.

Bai Yao's dissatisfied complaint immediately reached her ears, and she watched expressionlessly as Chen Jian covered the back of her head that had been cut by the stone.

"What are you dreaming about again?"

"It's almost ...... before," Chen Jian couldn't remember clearly. Dreams seemed to be becoming more and more real, and he was afraid that one day he would not be able to distinguish between reality and dreams, as if he had entered a Klein bottle.

Initial and final......

He blinked his dry eyes, unable to imagine what had shrunk into his eyes due to the lack of water in his body for a long time.

"What kind of princess is that?" the madman seemed to be forever alive.

"Yes. ”

"She can't be your sweetheart!" he smiled meaningfully.

Chen Jian wanted to say that she didn't know the princess at all now, but this would lead to more irrelevant topics. He sighed, clutched his stomach and said:

"It's not. ”

"Then why do you dream every day? You don't want to say what happened in the dream, I told you about the battle of the county water, what are you still hiding?"

"I want to say too, but my dreams are more abstract than yours. ”

"What are you doing in the abstract?" the madman looked around, wondering if he heard the sound of the elephant.

“...... More difficult to describe. Chen Jian thought to herself, if Huang Aimian was still alive, they would definitely be able to smile.

Thinking of the violent death of Huang Aimian, he felt happy and depressed.

To shake off the mourning in his mind, he continued: "I just dreamed that she was standing in front of me, surrounded by a lake and lotus flowers. ”

The word "lotus" stimulated the spirit, Bai Yao and the madman raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes were full of complaints of "why didn't you say it earlier".

Chen Jian understood that in order to leave purgatory, everyone had long been suspicious, and when he heard the lotus, he thought of the lotus flower in purgatory, which was nourished by tears. He explains:

"The princess just likes the lotus, and you know by her name, 'Princess Lotus', who is devoted to the meaning of the lotus. ”

Bai Yao's eyelids jumped: "I hope that's all." ”

"Do you suspect that the princess has anything to do with purgatory?"

"I don't know. She said, "The next time you dream, take a closer look at the difference between the lotus flower around her and the one here." ”

"But ......" Chen Jian felt that this was difficult for a strong man, "Doesn't the lotus flowers all look the same-" Before Chen Jian could recall the dream, a sour and smelly smell suddenly invaded his nasal cavity, and he immediately waved his hand to dodge. "What does it smell like?"

"The madman's cowhide blanket has long since rotted and is still worn every day, like a baby. Bai Yao knew what he was referring to.

The madman immediately declared: "There are no cattle further south, what a precious thing!"

"You don't stink. Chen Jian knew that the madman had made up his mind, and it was difficult to persuade him to take the initiative to throw it away, so he could only count his mistakes unhappily.

Sure enough, the madman didn't care about Bai Yao and Chen Jian's protests, and exaggerated his side face rubbed back and forth on the rotten cow blanket a few times.

Chen Jian could see the dirt on his face and the dirt on the blanket being crumpled into balls and falling to the ground.

"Lotus. Bai Yao said patiently, "Looking at the number of petals and the way they grow, you can see the difference, and it's not for you to say their species names, what's so difficult?"

"Okay, I'll take notice. Chen Jian said, "But I haven't seen the Lotus Flower of Purgatory recently." ”

"Because no one is crying. Bai Yao shrugged.

During the confession, Chen Jian would kill them and escape.

"When the penance comes, I will not kill you. ”

Chen Jian's tone was calm but unquestionable, and he was surprised that he could say such a thing without changing his face—to let them suffer the most painful punishment, and not to escape.

It's cold-blooded!

His gaze suddenly softened: "No, forget it." ”

"It's fine. There was a tremor in Bai Yao's pretended smooth breath, she turned around, used her volume to hide her fear, and said loudly, "Crazy, do you hear me!"

"No, the white girl, please take care of yourself!" the madman wrapped his head in stinking cowhide.

"It's up to me to decide, anyway. Chen Jian was not so polite in the face of the madman.

"Rose, how dare you?!" The madman suddenly became furious, and at the same time he jumped out, he pulled out his self-defense knife, and flashed in front of Chen Jian like a praying mantis in a blink of an eye, "If you don't kill me, I'll kill you!"

Chen Jian smiled calmly: "Kill me, you won't be able to kill yourself." ”

"Huh?" the madman stopped stabbing at Chen Jian's neck and frowned, "That's the case." ”

His appearance was very funny, but Chen Jian understood what he was thinking-

When he heard that Chen Jian would not kill him, he really couldn't control his emotions, and his fear suddenly turned into anger and wanted to kill Chen Jian, this honest boy actually said such a big rebellious thing! But he immediately calmed down and realized that his actions were selfish, and even the white girl agreed that he had no reason to escape as an elder.

And his way of expressing his apology is to use this kind of grandstanding performance to make a fool of them.

Chen Jian felt sympathy and sorrow for the madman, and he suddenly wanted to retract what he had just said.

Looking at the lotus flower is a trivial matter, so why bother -

"Rose, you have to look carefully!" the madman let go of his neck, "and when the lotus flower comes, you must not only look at it, but also count its petals one by one!

Bai Yao couldn't help laughing, and Chen Jian also smiled.

"Don't worry!" he said, "I have a good memory." ”

*

The sentence of purgatory came as scheduled.

Chen Jian hadn't heard the cries of the madman and Bai Yao for a long time. The two of them wept and rolled in disarray, begging him to kill them, and they were prostrate at their feet, and they looked completely unhuman in their low voices.

A word suddenly flashed through Chen Jian's brain, it obviously shouldn't have been used on these two respectable prisoners.

Beasts are inferior.

Chen Jian clenched the knife in his hand and forced himself to become a heart of stone, but the two of them seemed to have turned into magnets, and they were pleading with his deep compassion with extremely strong suction.

Don't say it!

Chen Jian trembled his hands, he was more miserable than them, and his sober mind was torturing his mind over and over again - was it worth it?

He threw away the knife, with the sharp stone beside him, and he kicked the stone away, and a pair of suffocating hands, so he cut off his fingers and watched indifferently as a dozen puffs of blood dripped from the empty tube.

A stream of water suddenly gurgled from the end of the field of vision, like a poisonous snake smelling delicious food, writhing gracefully and steadily, and the tears of the madman and Bai Yao flowed into it as if they had found a partner.

The lotus flower bloomed.

One, two, three......

Chen Jian didn't count anymore.

It's not that he's broken his promise, but there's no need to count any more.

He couldn't breathe, his rapid breathing squeezed all the meridians in his body into powder, and the gently circulating blood suddenly surged, and he staggered to the ground, the scene in front of him coincided with the dream, but the figure of the princess was missing.

"What the hell is this ......"

His pupils dilated, and he didn't know if it was the vision that swallowed the world, or if the world swallowed him.