Is it a bad fruit?

He doesn't look at so many good fruits, but stares at a bad fruit for a long time?

"An Huan, what's wrong, what are you thinking?"

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, An Huan lowered her eyes, and whispered:

"I'm just wondering why a tree produces good and bad fruit."

"It's normal for the fruit to be good and bad, and even the highest quality fruit doesn't guarantee that the rate of bad fruit will be absolutely zero. Anyway, the loss is not much, and it is good to throw away the poor quality fruit. ”

"Do you want to throw it away?"

"Well, because it's not of good quality, you can't eat it, and there's no point in keeping it. If you force it to eat, you may get upset in your stomach, so it's not worth it. ”

"You're right. Useless things should never be kept in the first place. ”

He gently placed the bad fruit on the ground, obviously agreeing with her words, but as if he had lost interest, he returned to the bed and continued to sit cross-legged.

Su Linger touched her nose and whispered to the two little butterflies in her heart:

"Mengmeng, Yingying, did you say that I said the wrong thing just now, and An Huan looked a little unhappy?"

"Master, Mengmeng doesn't know, maybe this fog demon likes to eat bad fruits, and I see that you don't like to eat them, so I'm not happy!"

"Stupid sister, it's not that simple."

"Then what do you say it is for?"

"If you want me to say, fruit is fruit, both good and bad. Who said that the fruit that does not grow well must be unpalatable, but it may be better than the shiny ones. ”

"But these fruits are sour, and they are not delicious!"

"It's a shame to throw it away. If I were that unsightly fruit, I would not want to be discarded from the beginning, and I would hope for a day of redemption. ”

"Yingying, wake up, you are not a fruit, you are my sister, you are as good-looking as me!"

"Hmm, stupid sister."

Su Linger just threw out a small question, and the two little butterflies quarreled for a long time, and even rose to become the main principle of life, she felt that it was a bit over-interpreted.

It's just fruit.

Besides, An Huan is the king of the fog, if you want to compare the fruit, you have to be the king of fruits, you must be a genius among geniuses, what does it have to do with bad fruits, is it in a period of frustration?

Strange, he is the only leader of the Fog Clan, and he has a great future, and it is when the spring breeze is proud.

While thinking nonsense, she cleaned up the mess she had made, and filled up the three strings of rock sugar gourds that she had not eaten very lovingly.

Suddenly, she heard An Huan let out a low moan, looked carefully, and found him leaning on the edge of the bed, his right hand supporting his head, his slender fingers pressing against his temples, and his brows furrowed tightly, as if he was not very comfortable.

"What's the matter, isn't there a battle on the clone's side, which affects his body?"

"Master, Ying Ying feels like he's dreaming."

"It's a nightmare! Master, master, come into his dreams and see! ”

"He has nightmares, why are you so happy?"

"Hey, hey, get used to it!"

Mengmeng smirked a few times, and she didn't understand until Yingying explained.

It turns out that poor little butterflies used to look for dreams everywhere, because the form of the cocoon could not move, all they could capture was the nearby dreams, and there were not many opportunities, so no matter what kind of bizarre dreams they would go in and absorb energy.

Legend has it that Dream Butterfly has the ability to catch dreams and turn nightmares into sweet dreams, which is true in terms of the results.

According to Yingying, among the many dreams in the world, the energy of nightmares is the most, twice or even three times that of other dreams, and the more terrifying the nightmare, the more powerful.

Dream Yingdie likes to suck away the nightmare completely and eat a full meal, so that when the dreamer wakes up, he does not remember that he has had nightmares, but only remembers some sweet dreams.

So when they saw the nightmare, it was like winning a big prize, and of course they were happy.

Su Linger felt that she had no obligation to help An Huan get rid of the nightmare, but she was indeed a little curious about what he dreamed about, which made him feel so emotional.

He may have dreamed of his own failure, or some other weakness of his, but in short, there should be the key to cracking the Demon Refining Array in the dream.

"It seems necessary to go into his dreams and take a look."

She summoned the Dream Mirror, then reached out to reach for An Huan's head, closing her eyes and concentrating on his dreams at this time.

What she felt was darkness, and as she walked forward, it was a dark fog filled with only occasional flashes of fragments of images.

Unlike psychic dreams or prophetic dreams, ordinary dreams have many unstable factors, often have no logic, and their manifestations are more vague and bizarre, showing a sense of fragmentation.

In order to be able to understand the dream clearly, she had to completely sink her mind into it and seriously experience all the fragments of the dream.

The fog cleared as she saw herself walking in a barren land, with yellow sand-like particles floating in the sky and a cold feeling in the wind.

Then she saw a few little fog clans kneeling on the ground, their big eyes full of hope and awe.

"Lord Anhuan, you're finally back, and we know you'll definitely be back."

"A lot of people have died, and only a few of us are left."

"But it doesn't matter, Lord An Huan is still there, and the Fog Clan is still there."

“…… Lord Anhuan, where are you going? Please don't leave us behind! ”

"Who else can we rely on but you?"

The little mist tribe hugged her leg and pleaded, and their pleading words kept echoing in the air, like bells, echoing again and again.

Su Ling'er felt a tremor in her heart, and she didn't know what was knocking, she only felt that she should take care of these poor little cubs.

It's what she's supposed to do, it's not hard, it's just as good as she can do.

She could vaguely sense that this was An Huan's mood, but she didn't resist, she felt that there was still a lot of room in his dream, attracting her to dive deeper to take a look.

In the dream, she walked alone, with an extra knife in her hand, and the knife had mottled rust on it, no blood, but it had the weight of life.

The knife was so heavy that she couldn't hold it anymore, and fell into the wilderness with a clatter, while she continued to walk aimlessly.

Where lies ahead?

Deeper, she hid behind a withered yellow bush, and the heavy knife returned to her hand, light.

She could feel the sharpness of the blade dancing in her heart, desperately pouring out her bloodthirsty desires.

She wanted to kill, she felt she had to kill.

Kill him and take back everything that belongs to her.

No, nothing belonged to her, she just had to do it, in order to get back into the world.

Strong contradictory thoughts filled her brain, but the hand that held the handle of the knife was very steady, and there was no need to think.

She waited for a long, long time, until her legs were numb, and finally someone appeared in sight.