Dreamland.

Outside, it was a chaotic color, the sky was dark, and there was a faint sound like screams. But the place where I am is is as quiet as a peach spring, and light blue lotus flowers bloom everywhere.

"You're here. "Walking into this pure land, there is a person who turns his back to him, even if he deliberately slows down, he is still noticed. The man's voice was as gentle as ever, and he turned to look at himself.

"It seems that I can't cultivate this kung fu at home, but you have noticed it. The dream self walked in in a big way, and lightly lit a few lotus flowers, and the lotus flowers were put together and transformed into a couch, and he lay on it at once.

"I'm not going to clean up the Western Wilderness today, why do you have time to come here?"

"Don't mention those gods and ghosts, on the surface, everything listens to me, but in fact, there are a bunch of flowers and intestines, and the chaos is very strong and evil, and no one dares to take it over. ”

"You are the god of war, and now you are the lord of heaven and earth recognized by the gods, if you choose someone, don't you just assign him there. ”

As soon as the god of war heard this, his liver became angry, and at this time, a cup of fragrant nectar melted in front of him out of thin air, and he felt much more comfortable when he smelled the smell.

"Where is it so easy, I've seen that place myself, and after the monster was broken by me, there was still a trace of vitality hidden in the underworld, which will be a disaster sooner or later. The god of war threw the cup casually, reached out and took the lotus petal to cover his eyes, "There are all kinds of things, big and small, it turns out that reorganizing Liuhe is such a troublesome thing." For a while, it was really a headache to find a reassuring immortal to take care of Mingze. ”

The god of war babbled and complained, and suddenly a carp stood up, "Otherwise, Ah Yi, you can go!"

Yi stared at him intently, there was no surprise in his eyes, and there was no other look of rejection. "Me?"

"yes...... You're the one I trust the most, and you're the god of Sale, and your flute is the best way to soothe your grievances, and you're sure to be able to calm that annoying thing. ”

The person in front of him agreed after a little thought, "Okay." ”

When the god of war got permission, he smiled like a child, and he didn't have the murderous anger in front of the gods. He rolled on the couch and soon fell asleep without hesitation.

The god of war in the dream fell asleep, but the owner of the dream woke up here many times. Qingle didn't know how many times he was scared to wake up, and when he woke up, he immediately checked his body up and down, for fear that he would become the male fairy in his dream as soon as he woke up. She also felt very strange, why she kept dreaming the same thing, and why she was not a goddess in her dream. Who is he in the dream, and who is the man who keeps appearing?

If it is a dream, it doesn't look like a dream, those feelings are really engraved in my mind, whether it is joy, sadness, anger, but every time Qingle falls into a dream, what I feel the most is the endless regret that swells up from the bottom of my heart.

Almost every dream is related to the person named "Yi", and the dream she fears most is when Yi dies, which is a terrifying scene she has never seen before.

In the dream, everyone was waiting for Yi to say something, but he didn't say a word.

Yi's body slowly began to void in the sky above the underworld, Qingle had seen how painful it was when the body of the punished immortal was blurred, it was the pain of dismantling bones and flesh alive, but Yi didn't say a word, and his eyes kept looking at the god of war. The eyes were calm, as if it was not himself who was about to disappear, but he saw that Qingle felt desperate in the dream.

Then Qingle himself fell into a tearing headache and was forced to wake up from that terrible dream.

The days of being haunted by the same dreams have been going on for hundreds of years, and they have somehow been getting worse lately.

Although Qingle has a high status in the heavenly realm, his popularity is indeed very poor. With no one to ask, she shrunk in the Yuan Xiao Palace, thinking that she would draw the things in her dreams and study them slowly. It's just that when I pick up the pen to paint, those things are blurry all of a sudden.

Strange things are really getting more and more.

It's just that these things haven't waited for Qingle to find a name for themselves, and the heavenly tribulation that every main god has to go through will come quietly. Qingle, who used to be protected by her master, was shattered by the spell mark of her body, and her own primordial spirit was also torn apart in an instant......