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Fu Xingxin made two cups of coffee, one on the glass table in front of Xi Yao, and said, "First of all, I want to apologize to you, without your permission, I hypnotized you and took some information. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Xi Yao stood up and took a few steps back.

"Don't be afraid, if I want to do something bad, I'll hypnotize you right away," Fursin smiled, "but I hope we're friends and can be honest and honest with each other." ”

Xi Yao always maintained a state of vigilance and vigilance, no one would not be disgusted by being hypnotized, and telling her secrets in an unconscious state was a bandit under the banner of civilization, and she kept a safe distance from Fu Xingxin, in case it was convenient to escape at any time. In Xi Yao's opinion, when she is not sure about the situation, it is better to choose silence and listen carefully.

"I used hypnosis to extract information, but it was all righteous, and I didn't do any illegal things, because many people are relatively ignorant, can't distinguish the truth, and bring in too many subjective emotions, thus covering up the real bad guys, so we have to use some extreme means. ”

What Fu Xingxin said was the Tao, just like when Cui Zhenan spoke, without any flaws, he continued, "Xia Xiche is not an ordinary person, oh, no, it's Fan Chen, he will become a bloodthirsty demon on a full moon night, I won't blame you for harboring him, maybe it has something to do with his appearance, many people will be confused by him, after all, everyone likes beautiful things." However, the demons are good at disguise and concealment, and they are brutal and cold-blooded, of course, there is no need to panic, because many of them have already been killed, and the people who fight against these demons are us, the Charity of the Continental, my name is Fur Tun Sin, the head of the West District. ”

Fu Xingxin took out two fangs from the drawer, which were picked up from the floor of Cui Zhenan's house, and he put the fangs next to the coffee cup, "Do you really think that someone did it? ”

"If the fangs are pulled, they will still grow...... Are there many demons in this world?"

Xi Yao asked, unable to bear to think of the fact that Wang Qianqian died innocently.

"There used to be many. To be precise, they are a species, just like humans, but they are brutal and, as the name suggests, are called demons. ”

"According to you, you ...... It's all ...... Demon Slayer?"

"Demon Slayer, hehe, if you like, you can say the same. ”

"But I don't think he's a demon......"

"Of course, because you're in love with him, your judgment becomes less objective. ”

"No!" Xi Yao vetoed.

"It's okay, no one blames you. Fu Xingxin took a sip of coffee, bitter and sweet, it tasted great, he saw Xi Yao dragging something in his hand, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

"No, nothing. ”

Xi Yao put her hand behind her back.

"Looks like you still don't believe me. Froe shook his head with a bitter smile.

Xi Yao bit her lip, she was hesitating, maybe it didn't matter if she looked at it, just like herself, even if she looked at it, she didn't understand, she looked at him, pinched her hands on both sides of the silk, and spread it out.

Fu stared at Xin sideways, and couldn't understand what was written on it at all, only the girl who was painted on the silk, cardamom was in her prime, fresh and refined, and she was a beauty.

"Do you understand?" asked Xi Yao, hoping that the other party would understand, and then told her what was written on it. Ji Po gave it, it must have something to do with the dust. Even if Xi Yao didn't admit it, her heart was very calm, and she would always be moved by him easily, she was eager to know what was written on it, and who the girl was.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, but the girl above is something that people fall in love with at first sight, and they have a peerless beauty. ”

"She is indeed beautiful, and if she were a real person, she would be even more beautiful. Xi Yao said, her heart was sour, and she vaguely felt sad, "What will be the relationship between ......them?"

"If the 'he' you are talking about is Fan Chen, maybe I can help you solve this doubt, what is the relationship between them, try it and it will be clear at a glance. ”

"No thanks. "Xi Yao is not stupid, Fu Xin has made his identity, and it is not surprising if he makes a move that is not good for Fan Chen, or even kills him.

"You don't have to be so cautious, you fall in love with a demon, I don't blame you, it shows that I am not right about people. Your view of love is right, and so is my sense of mission, we can each take what we need and not interfere with each other. ”

"No, it's time for me to go. Xi Yao didn't want to stay any longer, she put away the silk and hurriedly went out.

Fu stared at Xin and said in the direction of Xi Yao's departure, "I know you are curious, I am also curious, why not give it a try? Since I can't kill Fan Chen now, and I can't catch him, I have time." ”

Quiet wilderness, the night breeze blows away the long silver-white hair of the dust, he is dressed in good silk, the robe is snow-white, spotless, the sleeves are embroidered with elegant auspicious cloud pattern purple-gold piping, and the silver-white long hair is tied up with mutton fat and jade hairpins. Each silver thread exudes extraordinary luxury, except for the ugly black mask, which looks out of place.

The air is filled with the fragrance of hibiscus flowers, which makes people feel refreshed.

Fan Chen closed his eyes slightly, feeling the darkness of the night, the coolness hit, he enjoyed this solitude, not being disturbed by anyone, except for Keppel, because there was almost no difference between Keppel being there and not there. Fan Chen raised his arm slightly, his sleeves hung down, revealing his skin as white as moonlight, and his slender fingers were like a budding stamen, gradually unfolding in the dark night.

The thin lips that were just right were gently pursed, like a dragonfly dotting water, and a trace of loneliness appeared at the corner of the mouth.

Figures in the wilderness appeared in twos and threes, wandering on the grass, and one of them passed through the transparent human body of Keppel, who had long since seen it, and he sat quietly on the grass, looking up at his master.

These people were the ones who secretly followed and observed Xi Yao, and followed them all the way to the ruined temple. When Fan Chen looked up at Xi Yao, he saw someone hiding in the distance.

With a wave of his sleeves, the figure instantly shattered and retreated in the night.

In fact, they are not people in the real sense of the word, but people in dreams.

Dusty can control people in dreams, and it can also control people who are dreamers.

Fan Chen didn't care who the girl in the red dress was, she was mediocre, there was no place on her body that could be remembered instantly, of course, even if she was as beautiful as a fairy, he wouldn't take a second look, his indifference always made people shudder. He didn't care why those people were following her, he just didn't like to be seen. He always erases the traces of what people have seen of him. People know that there is a young man named Fan Chen, he is very extraordinary, according to legend, he is beautiful and cold, unique in the world, but no one knows his specific appearance.

"I seem to have forgotten someone. ”

Fan Chen muttered.

"Yes, master. ”

Although it is Ji Po's masterpiece, he doesn't know the consequences, the ice needle is pulled out, and Fan Chen is back to the past, but he forgets the "memory of Xia Xiche", and at the same time forgets Xi Yao.

Dusty refers to him forgetting to erase the memory of another person who has seen his face. He raised his arm again, his fingers flicking carelessly, the pattern at the tiger's mouth strange and bewitching, as if it could swim.

A familiar figure appeared in the wilderness, it was someone Ji Po knew, it was Xi Yao.

Fan Chen's long eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Xi Yao who was gradually approaching in disbelief. Fan Chen saw a lot of himself from Xi Yao's dream, not only the one when the temple was broken. And each one is not repeated, and the demeanor is different and lifelike.

Fan Chen's cold eyes focused, turned his wrist, the palm of his hand gradually turned downward, his fingers bent, and the pattern at the tiger's mouth came to life, wandering on the back of his hand, wrapping around his fingertips, sometimes around his wrist into a ring, sometimes in the palm of his hand into various patterns. He rarely looked into other people's deep dreams, and this time, he not only brushed aside the other person's past dreams, but also her future days.

Think about it day and dream night night. Dreams seem ethereal, imaginative, and illogical, but they are deeply mysterious.

People will lie in order to cover up the truth and not let others know, but dreams are the dreamer's own, and they will not lie to themselves, and they will show the most real feelings.

All secrets, in Fan Chen's opinion, are no longer secrets, and he can get the secrets buried in anyone's heart anytime and anywhere.

Fan Chen followed Xi Yao's subjective consciousness and walked into her dream:

Seeing a dilapidated ancient temple, overgrown with weeds, a bored teenager sitting in a pile of rubbles is exactly what Fan Chen himself looks like. In an instant, everything around them returned to its original appearance, the statue of the god stood again, the incense was fragrant, and people came and went, and it was very lively. She shuttled through the crowd, eagerly searching, she pushed through the layers of crowds, and finally saw the teenager again, at this moment, her heart was warm, it was an incomparably wonderful feeling, it was a reunion after a long absence, it was also a long-awaited feeling, it was a feeling of happiness.

As soon as the picture turned, it was a room, with snow-white walls and warm and ambiguous lights, which was the picture of Xia Xiche kissing Xi Yao.

Fan Chen looked at it in bewilderment, one of them was clearly himself, and he could hear the sound of a heartbeat, the amplified heartbeat, coming from her chest.

In a moment, she returned to the ancient temple, she looked at the young man in the distance, it was the eyes that longed to be loved, and suddenly a thick hand stretched out from behind her, covering her mouth, Fan Chen stood behind her, but she couldn't see the person who attacked her, only a dangling arm, what he could see was what she saw, and her heart. He saw her panic and fear at the moment, she was asking for help from the boy in the distance, she prayed that the other party would raise his head to look here and find her, just like meeting a black bear in the mountains, she prayed that her hero would appear in time, if not to keep her safe, at least to share the ups and downs, not too desolate.

"You are not related to each other, but he trusts you so much and went down the mountain with you, you should take advantage of this and cut his throat with the sharpest knife, he is a demon, a bloodthirsty monster, you should kill him and do the right thing for heaven, otherwise there will be more Wang Qianqian, die under his fangs......"

She struggled, shaking her head vigorously.

"If you continue to be obsessed, I can only find a way to sober you up!"

She was dragged by the stout hand all the way to the unknown darkness.

Fan Chen watched her blend in, frightened, lonely, and struggling......

This dream is the scene of Xi Yao's third day in the future. Fan Chen could only see the next three days, and he was about to wave the figure in front of him with his sleeves, but he saw her looking at him sadly, and tears kept flowing.

"Can you see me?"

Fan Chen was puzzled, such a thing had never happened, and the people in the dream could not see him at all.

She didn't speak, just silent, silently weeping.

Fan Chen closed his eyes, changed his perspective, looked from her point of view, through her eyes, Fan Chen saw a bruised himself, covered with blood from scratches by black bears, he didn't smile, he didn't have a facial expression, only those blue eyes focused and gentle, and extremely firm, it was a firm belief that wanted to protect her. What she saw was not Fan Chen, but Xia Xiche, her hero, the person who touched her the most.

Fan Chen opened his eyes, no longer looking directly at the figure in front of him, he waved his sleeves, the figure dispersed, and the wilderness returned to silence.