Anyone who is prone to dreaming knows that the logic of dreams is often very chaotic, and there is no order before and after.

Xia Qingyang's dream is the same.

Scene after scene, there is no connection between scenes, like a montage movie-

She dreamed that her young self went to a friend's house as a guest, biting the head of chopsticks at the dinner table and watching her friend and her friend's parents chatting and laughing. On the surface, he pretended to be nothing, but he cried and wet half of his friend's pillow when he slept at night.

She dreamed of her mother saying, "You killed your father, and I will never forgive you." Turning her head, the mother smiled again and said, "You are a good daughter of your mother, do your mother a favor."

She dreamed that she was wearing a luxurious dress, socializing with the guests at the venue, pushing and changing glasses one after another. The man who thought she was drunk stretched out their groping hands, but in the dream she was like choking on her throat, unable to speak, unable to move, and could only endure the cold and disgusting touch.

She dreamed that everyone forgot that she was Xia Qingyang, and they called her 'Gong Mingyu', praising the young lady of the Gong family for being knowledgeable and reasonable, and advancing and retreating in moderation.

……

Xia Qingyang woke up from his dream. Cold sweat washed her whole body.

After a while, she slowly curled up and buried her face between her knees, trying to relieve the chill that spread throughout her body.

Such a realistic dream directly pulled her back to those years when she desperately wanted to escape.

"It's okay, it's all over." Xia Qingyang muttered to himself.

-

This night, Xia Qingyang slowly fell asleep after a long time.

The next day, Xia Qingyang, who arrived at the training ground on time with dark circles under her eyes, found that there was a guy with lower air pressure than her at the scene.

Gu Sinan sat in his old position with a gloomy expression—a corner of the martial arts training ground that Xia Qingyang jokingly called the audience—and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

When she approached, he raised his eyes and swept the blue and black under her eyes, and his gaze froze for a long time.

Xia Qingyang now knew that he meant something to him, so he didn't feel creepy, so he lowered his eyes and let him look at it.

Otherwise, in the past, she was looked at by a zombie like this, and she was still the king of zombies, she always felt that her neck was cold, as if she would be bitten out of a row of bloody tooth marks in the next second.

As for now, let's just take a look, and see if she's not missing a piece of meat.

Anyway, she doesn't talk about interracial love, even if she starves to death, dies outside, and can't jump from here.

After the air was silent for a long time, he said: "The king said, today will give you a day off." ”

Xia Qingyang was stunned.

Holiday?

She hesitated and asked, "You don't have to kill zombies today?" ”

"No need."

"So, what's the other arrangement?"

"No, the king said you could go back."

“……”

It's a good thing to have a holiday, but how to give her a vacation and come over in person, and it's such a cloudy and uncertain appearance, so she is a little afraid to leave.

Could it be that something new has happened on the human side?

Xia Qingyang was thinking about these things when she left, but she didn't know that after she left, Gu Sinan's brows not only did not loosen, but wrinkled even tighter.

Mourning was a little abrupt, thinking about it, he still asked: "Wang, what's wrong with you, it seems that you haven't been in a good mood since the morning?" Be...... Are you having nightmares again? ”

Mourning knew that Gu Sinan often had nightmares.

Although Gu Sinan never said what he dreamed of, it was obvious that it was not a beautiful dream.

This time, it guessed wrong.

- I wasn't the one who had the nightmare.

Gu Sinan stared at the direction of Xia Qingyang's departure for a long time before lowering his eyes.

It's just that he is too mentally strong, so he strayed into someone else's dream.

-

After Xia Qingyang returned to the room, he hurriedly used this day to digest the recent knife insights.

The free sparring partner was gone, and she could only take out the dummies from the space that she had put away and dusted.

Who would have thought that the dummy, who she couldn't cut with a knife two months ago, is now like meat on a board in her hands, and she can easily cut it down with a casual swing of the knife.

It's just that this cold and immobile dummy is not as good as a zombie.

How can a fixed target be compared to a moving target?

The sun circled in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it fell below the horizon.

Xia Qingyang was lying on the bed, obviously sleepy, but he just didn't want to sleep.

That dream last night scared her a bit.

She wanted to force herself to think about something so that she could forget the dream.

What to ponder......

Speaking of which, in fact, there are only five days left until the main quest is completed.

But she suddenly felt that she didn't have to leave the dungeon in such a hurry. It is undoubtedly a better choice to continue to train your sword skills here.

There's free sparring partners, free instructors, plenty of space, and player legacy drops from time to time.

Although she is extremely tired every day, her sword skills and body skills are improving rapidly.

Two days ago, Gu Sinan had already begun to arrange second-level zombie training for her, and it would take two or three minutes for her to kill a second-level zombie now.

Presumably, the longer she stays, the more she will improve.

Most importantly, she's always wanted to see if there would be a healing potion in the player's legacy.

An Guifei was injured because of her, and she had to be responsible for healing her.

……

Xia Qingyang thought about it, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

Then, it was the same dream as last night.

When I woke up from my dream, it was just after midnight.

Cold sweat soaked through the clothes. Xia Qingyang sat on the bed for a while, completely sleepy. She had to go to the bathroom to take a shower, change her clothes, and come out again to pour herself a glass of water.

After three glasses of underwater, Xia Qingyang finally eased up a little.

It's funny to say, after being reborn, she thought that she could forget that she was "Gong Mingyu", and just lived as Xia Yunyin.

But it's clear that a lot of things are not so easy to forget.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Xia Qingyang's fingers clutching the glass tightened, came to the door, and asked cautiously, "Who." ”

There was no echo outside.

Xia Qingyang, who had just had a nightmare, found it difficult to control himself from doubting the strangeness of this scene.

Who would come to her door in the middle of the night and not speak.

Wait, don't talk?

Xia Qingyang opened the door a little bit, and found that sure enough, it was the man she guessed standing outside.

Perhaps afraid that getting too close would scare her, Gu Sinan leaned against the opposite wall, some distance from her door, and looked at her quietly.

Xia Qingyang looked left and right, but he didn't see Fu Ling, it seemed that this zombie king comrade came alone in the middle of the night.

Xia Qingyang hesitated, opened the door a little wider, and asked him if there was anything wrong.

Gu Sinan naturally couldn't answer her.

If you can't say it, just do it.

I saw him step closer, and in the blink of an eye he was close to her.