Seeing that Pu Jia didn't pay attention to him, the demon leaned down to pinch his face, but when he got closer, he found that Pu Jia's face was pale, and her former peach blossom-like lips had lost their blood.

An ominous premonition surged into the demon's heart, and she whispered Pujia's name again, but Pujia didn't mean to wake up at all.

That sense of foreboding intensified, could it be that everything that happened in the Dream Pavilion was not a dream? If so, when he was about to be engulfed by the demon, Pu Jia insisted on the dream bead to save herself, so what about after that?

Could it be that his own consciousness was trapped in the Dream Pavilion? If that were the case, he would never wake up.

As soon as he thought of this, the demon was terrified, and he was confused for a while.

Soon, though, she forced herself to calm down. She began to ponder the circumstances and details of when she woke up from her dream, but was still outside her body, trying to find a way to enter the Dream Pavilion again.

At that time, she followed the voice of the unknown man to the wall outside the Dream Pavilion, and made a hole in the wall through the Dream Bead, and then she was swept into the Pavilion by a nameless force.

The demon walked back to the wall quickly, and found the place where the circular gap appeared at that time with his memory, which was the position of the middle head of the nine-headed willow carved on the wall, and carefully distinguished, the demon found that the color here was darker than the color of the other eight heads, and there was a faint light blue halo.

The demon stretched out her finger and tentatively touched the distinctive head of the relief Xiangliu, she seemed to see the original intact wall cracking from her fingertips, and Pu Jia smiled and praised her: "The demon is so smart." ”

However, nothing happened.

Obviously, this needs to be opened through the Dream Bead.

If everything that happened in the Dream Pavilion was a reality, then at this moment, Dream Bead should be trapped in the Pavilion along with Pu Jia's consciousness.

Obviously, he had already discovered the way to open the Dream Pavilion, but he was still helpless, so he could only let Pu Jia be trapped in the Dream Pavilion, and the demon couldn't help but be anxious and angry.

She could only keep convincing herself to calm down, but the more she did, the more messed up her heart became. The man in white who spoke Zou Zou broke into her mind again, he raised the crystal cup and whispered, "Luan'er, are you gluttonous again?" ”

Who is Luan'er? Who is the man in white? Why do their memories remain in the Dream Pavilion? The demon doesn't know, and he doesn't have time to think about it.

But just as she read Luan'er's name, a warm touch came from her fingertips, and at the same time, an ethereal and distant voice came from the Dream Pavilion—

"Ink painting, is that you?"

"Ink painting, have you finally come to look for me?"

"Is it Luan'er?" As soon as this thought came to the demon's heart, the ethereal voice sounded again—

"No, you're not an ink painter, who are you, and why do you call me by my name?"

"My name is Demon Demon, and I am a Peach Demon. My friend is trapped in the Dream Pavilion and I want to go in and save him. The demon said anxiously.

"Friends?" Luan'er chuckled lightly and said indifferently, "There are many infatuated children in the world, and long-term love has been empty and hateful since ancient times. ”

The demon did not understand the deep meaning of her words, and eagerly asked for advice again: "I heard the girl's voice coming from the pavilion, presumably Miss Luan'er is in the Dream Pavilion at this moment, I wonder if you see my friend, is he okay, how can I go in and save him?" ”

The demon whispered incoherently to express what was in his heart, and the voice of longing for Luan'er sounded again, like a drowning man longing for a straw that flowed with it.

The silence is like a deep forest stream after the first snow, there is no trace of thousands of paths, and thousands of birds fly away.

Every moment of silence is like a heart on a bonfire, and every second that is burnt is an inch more.

"Your friend, he is indeed trapped here, the demon has devoured his consciousness, and he will never wake up in less than half a pillar of incense." Luan'er's voice finally sounded again, but the situation she described was like pouring another scoop of hot oil on the demon's tormented heart.

"Won't wake up...... demon repeated the sentence almost woodenly, Pu Jia's voice and appearance kept coming to his heart, he still smiled softly, raised his hand and pinched her face.

"No, I don't want you to wake up." The demon shook its head slowly, took a few steps back, and then rushed into it like crazy.

The huge recoil force bounced the demon far away, and she fell to the ground hard, half of her arm was numb in pain as if it were shattered, but the demon got up and hit it again as if she didn't feel pain.

"Silly girl." Luan'er sighed softly, "The ancients had a saying that they hit the south wall and didn't know how to return, but when I saw it today, I was sincere and didn't deceive me." ”

"This wall has a ban under the immortal cloth, let alone a collision, even if it is a knife and an axe, it can't leave a trace on it."

"So what should I do?" The demon collapsed against the wall in despair.

"The only way to open the Dream Pavilion is Dream Bead, if you really want to save him, there is only one way now." Luan'er said in a low voice.

Luan'er's words were like the first morning light to dispel the darkness at dawn.

"What's the method?"

"I was originally an ancient strange beast seven-tailed luanbird, and I was imprisoned here by the immortals of Mengze Sect thousands of years ago. My body has long since faded into the past, and only a wisp of my soul remains. ”

"I'm too weak to help you defeat the Nightmare and save your friends."

"If you're willing to lend me half of your true body, maybe I can help you save him."

"What should I do?" The demon asked.

"Don't you want to know what would happen to you if you lent me half of your real body?" Luan'er was surprised by the demon's decisiveness.

"It's too late, and you want to tell me what to do?"

"I need you to give me half of the blood of your fingertips."

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the blood of the fingertips is also the blood of the heart.

The demon didn't think much about it, and quickly bit his index finger, and pasted his fingertips on the head in the middle of the relief nine-headed Xiangliu that opened the Dream Pavilion.

The power of the violent swallowing when she woke up from the dream reappeared, and the demon clearly felt the feeling of blood being continuously withdrawn from the wound on her fingertips, and she was unstable under her, and quickly propped her other hand on the wall.

The demon could feel her body temperature draining as the blood drained, her mind began to become sluggish, and her body became more and more unstable, but fortunately she had the other arm against the wall to keep herself from falling.

The feeling of swallowing finally stopped, but the demon could no longer support his body and fell softly.

At the last moment of consciousness peeling, in the line of sight of black and gray constantly alternating, the demon seemed to see a woman with outstanding beauty, and her eyes were full of sadness that could not be dissolved.

A tear slowly fell from the corner of the woman's eye, and fell impartially on the blood-stained fingertips of the demon, without a trace of temperature, as cold as ice.