Mu Ningjiu frowned and asked, "The Phantom Race is just a small race, how can it have the ability to manipulate other people's minds?" ”

"Silly Jiu'er, the Phantom Clan is not as amazing as you think. They have abilities that ordinary people don't have, but they can't be considered manipulative at all. You're just helping the world get rid of dreams that shouldn't be remembered. For example, fragmented memories of past lives, foreknowledge of future lives, and so on. Claire laughed.

"If these memories are erased from the dream, why do people in this world still remember their past lives? Is it because of the omission of the phantom race, which could not be cleared in time? Mu Ningjiu raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Yes. When a person goes to the underworld after death, he has to go through the seven levels, and he is reincarnated after drinking Meng Po soup. Suppose a person is too obsessed with a past life, those memories will surface in the first dream they have when they are born. At this point, if we don't let it go away, it will sink into the memory like a strange vine and never be eradicated. ”

I see.

"Will we see other people's dreams?"

"No, you can't. We are only responsible for clearing it, and we have no way of knowing all the information in the dream. As soon as the words fell, she turned to Mu Ning Jiu and said:

"Put your hand on it and you'll open the door here. There are a total of twelve doors, eight of which lead to the Shenzhou Continent, and the remaining four lead to the four clans. You are now standing in front of the Phantom Clan, and the opposite is the Ice Clan, so I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment first. Claire stretched out her hand to open the door, but Mu Ningjiu stopped her and said:

"Mother, open the opposite one."

"Okay."

Mu Ningjiu took the lead and put his hand in the center of the lattice. A flash of golden light flashed, and with a "click", the door opened. Compared to the brightness outside the door, the world inside the door is extremely dim, equivalent to the night outside at this time. Transparent balls of light floated in the black void, illuminating the path under their feet. Mu Ningjiu listened to Claire while walking:

"A ball of light represents a person's dream, and you can judge the quality of the dream based on the color of the ball of light, and that's it. But whatever the dream, it has nothing to do with you. You're in charge, it's ......" She looked around, her gaze suddenly fixed on a ball of light floating in the air, a ball of light scrolling with a colorful picture, and continued:

"This kind of thing. The rest of the orbs of light are hollow, only this one, which is patterned, and it symbolizes the memory of the person in the dream of the past life or the foreknowledge of the future life. If left unchecked, it can be devastating. When this orb of light appears, the Dream Soul on your wrist will turn blue and hot, as long as you get here in time. ”

"In general, what is the probability of such a dream appearing?" Mu Ningjiu asked.

"It's only 1 in 10,000, so it's not a huge task. In addition, as the princess of the Phantom Patriarch, you can dream if you have a dream soul. Only once a month, and it needs to be guided by heart's work. The most important thing is not to make the dreamer feel repulsed. ”

"In other words, before the end of this month, I still have a chance to fall asleep?" Mu Ningjiu raised her eyebrows and asked.

Claire nodded and said with a smile: "If Jiu'er has any people to worry about, you might as well dream for a while." ”

That stunning face suddenly appeared in her mind, and she hooked her lips: "Mother, how about falling asleep?" ”

Claire chuckled lightly and led Mu Ningjiu through the ball of light to the bed. On a blue jade table next to the bed, there was a circular groove that sunken downward, the size of which matched the ball of light.

"Jiu'er, the first step is to take the blood of the heart. The pain will be there, you ......"

"It's okay, I can bear it." Mu Ningjiu took the words, lay down on the bed, took the hollow silver needle handed by Claire, and quickly pricked it into his heart. The stinging pain of the bone erosion came, her body trembled violently, her lips were pale, and the cold sweat of patience slipped down in an instant, wetting her sideburns. Bright red blood slid quickly from one end of the silver needle to the other, and finally broke away from the mouth of the needle, floating in the air. The cyan spiritual power around Mu Ningjiu's body was great, and he pushed the blood droplets into the circular groove. The severe pain gradually eased, and Mu Ningjiu was in a trance, and heard Claire's voice ringing in his ears:

"Then it's a lot simpler. Recall in my mind what the man looked like......"

Under the long and curled eyelashes, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes contain inky black, and in the circulation, it seems that there is some bad idea. Three thousand green silks were draped on the snow-white chest arbitrarily, and a purple dress showed a straight body. She curled her lips: she thought that after so many days of not seeing him, his face would be a little blurry in her memory, but she never thought that it would be so clearly projected.

At this moment, a ball of light flew into the groove, and after the golden light flashed, Claire said slowly:

"You're about to enter a dream. Remember, time flies like a white horse in a dream. In the dream of January, the reality is only a moment. If you want to get back to reality, recite the mantra silently. I'll teach it to you now. The golden light flashed, and a note with strange runes on it came to mind.

A few gusts of cool breeze blew slowly, Mu Ningjiu opened his eyes, and was stunned by the scene in front of him: the sky was full of fireflies, like a little meteor, sweeping from one end of the ink sky to the other, and the fluorescence pulled out a long blue tail, playful and mysterious. The trees and mountains on both sides, like sleeping lions, are particularly calm against the night. The shiny stream, like a milky ribbon, meanders and twists with no end in sight. In the midst of this fluorescence, the purple dress was dyed slightly blue, and stood motionless.

Looking at the familiar back, the long-suppressed thoughts seemed to have weight, heavy. The man seemed to be aware of Mu Ningjiu's existence, and as soon as he turned his head, he was frightened by a force wrapped around him from behind. A slightly lazy voice came from the clearness:

"I miss you." The hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and Shang Jin's heart trembled slightly: for so many days and nights, he tried his best to force himself to sleep, so that he could see her. But the boredom in his heart lingered like the scorching summer heat, making him toss and turn, and he couldn't see his beloved no matter what.

"Little Fox...... I must be dreaming. He sighed contentedly: it must have been a dream. If it were a reality, the little fox would definitely lose as soon as he saw him, and he couldn't allow himself to suffer half a loss.

The cool breeze blew from the top of the mountain, and the shadows of the two people embracing each other seemed to merge into one, quiet and beautiful, and the intertwined and playful hair told the bitterness and longing of separation.

Mu Ningjiu looked at the person in front of him carefully, and muttered, "I've lost a lot of weight......"

When Shang Jin heard this, she put her hand on her face and hurriedly explained: "I'm not thin, you see, it's still this bit of meat." Mu Ning Jiubelly slandered: Just look at the back, can she know? This guy, why bother to quibble that he is not thin? A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she pinched his waist mischievously and said:

"Didn't you lose weight? Hey, it doesn't feel as good as it used to be. Seeing that Shang Jin was so afraid of itching that she instinctively shrank, she stretched out her claws and attacked his neck, and the two of them giggled for a while. Shang Jin grabbed her wrist, and the two suddenly fell silent. Mu Ningjiu felt the heat conveyed when his skin came into contact, and the color became darker in his eyes that were as bright as stars.

Shang Jin pursed her lips, hooked her right hand and took her into her arms. The face that was close at hand was delicate and beautiful, but he had no time to take care of it, and his warm gaze was firmly locked on the slightly open red lips, lingering back and forth. Mu Ningjiu smiled seductively at him, and slowly hooked his neck with his hands.

In an instant, a stream of heat rushed from the bottom of his heart, and his fiery lips covered it fiercely, tossing and grinding, as if he could rub out sparks.

The cool and humid air of the valley warmed up all at once, and the two of them were like octopuses reluctant to let go of each other. A slight wheezing sound rang in his ears, bringing a burst of electricity that flowed all over his body. Shang Jin gently ran her hand along Mu Ningjiu's fluttering hair, buried her head deep in her shoulder socket, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Little fox, you know what? I really, really like you. "A frank and sincere confession is like a shooting star, hitting the heart. He was always so direct and clumsy in expressing his affection for him, forcibly penetrating her heart before she even knew it.

Mu Ningjiu looked at the man in front of him fixedly, and the joy and touch in his eyes were unreservedly displayed in front of him. Shang Jin's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated: he did it, making her open up to herself.

If you say that you borrowed wine to confess that day, you like to make trouble in your heart; The escape of that day was a sense of uncertainty. After so many days of separation, it was enough for her to sort out what her feelings for him were. After she defeated the demons in her heart, she also thought about it for many days and nights, why Shang Jin was the first person she thought of after Ah Zhai's death. Now, looking at his face, she had the answer in her heart.

She hooked her lips, tiptoed, and slowly imprinted a kiss on Shang Jin's forehead, as if making an exclusive mark, and said softly:

"Ah Jin, I love you."

like, it's the vigor of two people;

And love is the silent precipitation of a person.

Because of love, so separated.

Because of love, so trust.

……

Ice City.

The sun scorched the spire of the Ice Clan's castle, but the snow-capped mountains that had not melted for many years could not withstand the scorching heat of the sun and began to slowly melt.

"Your Majesty, a letter from Vena."

McGee closed his eyes and took a nap, and when he heard the words, he waved his right hand and said:

"Bring it in." After a long time, a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "Very good, my good grandson has grown up and can go to his father...... Come! He suddenly let out a loud roar, and his voice echoed through the empty palace with a terrifying echo.

A trembling man stepped forward and said:

"What do you command, Your Majesty?"

"Pass the order down, let them hurry up and get moving! Be sure to bring that little slut back to me! ”

"Yes."

"Your Majesty!" McGee opened the eyes that had just been closed for a moment, and asked impatiently:

"What's the matter??"

"At the door of the main hall, a letter was found." McGee raised his eyebrows, and the five fingers of his left hand were folded, and the letter flew into his hand. The surface of the letter is made of fine oily white leather, and the gold piping around it is particularly delicate, and the provenance is extraordinary at a glance. He had doubts in his heart, opened the letter, took out the snow-white rice paper, and shook it.

"What are you kidding? Well?! Even this broken paper dares to be used to fool the lonely ?!! He looked at the white letter without a single handwriting, and roared angrily.

With a "bang", the letter paper was torn to shreds and flew all over the sky. Before McGee could blink an eye, the letter fluttered in the air as if it were spiritual, and quickly put it back together, the torn edges as perfect as when they were held. McGee's eyes widened, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief. When the panic receded, he put the letter back in the envelope, cleared his throat, and said:

"Help Gu put this letter away."