After this big dream, she was pulled back and forth by the nightmares that followed, and she couldn't clear up.

Those dreams are shiny, dim, and terrifying, and they are vivid. It's about her, and some about him.

The whirlpool of memories swirled, blooming large flowers of blood around her. There were too many blood-colored flowers, overlapping each other, turning into a blood-colored canopy, rushing straight down, wrapping her in it, so that even her heart could hardly beat and she could not breathe.

She suddenly thought of the remote alleyway many years ago, the alley where she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe. At the end of the alleyway, those are lit up with such a dazzling blood-colored, shadow-filled with colorful lotus lanterns and bright red fireworks. The petals of the mountain flower floated down from the sky and fell slowly on her hair, and at that time, a large slender hand was light like a catkins floating, slowly pulling away the petals at the tips of her hair. When she raised her eyes, she could see the young man with clear eyebrows.

It's a pity that the boy died. Died so thoroughly, so passionately and quickly. But in the battle of Netherworld, he died. But she gave him the fire pill, and he died.

The pain in his chest was inexplicable, as if he had been stripped of the softest piece of flesh by a sharp knife, and the hot places were gone, leaving only cold and hard.

She tried to break through the bloody curtain and escape from the dazzling blood, but she was powerless to resist, and was injured by sharp knives and blood curtains, and finally fell into the abyss of consciousness, endlessly, over and over again.

Later, when the bitter and sour medicinal juice was poured into the abyss, and those dreams and nightmares were broken, she saw a slightly clear scene. In the haze, there seemed to be an aqua blue figure in front of her, who was turning her head to the side and saying something.

Touching the gauze tent in her hand, she realized that she was on the bed, and wanted to roll over to the edge of the bed, but her elbow was forced, but her body did not move. The nausea and sourness in her stomach was still writhing, and the force seemed to be more than her elbows.

Her lips moved, and she spat out all the bitter decoction. She spat out the potion all over her face, from her face to her neck, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to wipe it.

"Oops!" the aqua blue figure cried out, "She moved, she actually moved!"

Then a crimson figure ran in from outside, and wiped the potion she had spit out with her sleeve. While wiping, he instructed the aqua-blue figure: "Go and fetch a few buckets of hot water." ”

She closed her eyes and fainted again.

When I woke up again, I was already lying in the bath. This time she saw much more clearly than before, and in the dense vapor, she gradually saw the scene around her clearly. The small glass window, the white light shines in, and it is just sprinkled on the water surface of the bath. The sour branch wooden frame within reach, the Xuanyuan mirror inlaid with gold and silver dragon carp, the bronze camel lamp carved with Hanlian, the incense barrel with bamboo and stone patterns, the small soft gold wire, and the comb with luodian winding silk...... It's all the same placement she's all too familiar with.

The small bathing pool of the Fengyang Hall of the Netherworld Palace, the small pool where she has splashed for 50,000 years.

The water vapor was getting more and more, and she looked at the object in front of her in confusion, wondering if the water vapor was coming from the bath bucket or from her eyes. She was even more unsure if these were real or part of a dream.

There was another wave of nausea in her stomach, she couldn't help lying on the edge of the pool and was about to vomit, a pair of slender hands holding a white porcelain jar just to catch the decoction she spit out, and quickly wiped the medicine stains on her lips with a brocade handkerchief.

She looked up, and now she saw that it was a girl wearing a crimson tail-wried skirt. Seeing the girl's cinnabar-colored pupils, she probably guessed that this was a demon demon. Look at the double bun on the top of the head, and the corsage knot, it is actually a palace person.

But the palace people of the Netherworld Palace were slaughtered in the war three hundred years ago, where did this palace people come from?

was stunned, and the little demon knelt down in front of her respectfully and said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, do you want the slave to come over with a decoction again?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess...... In this way, it is probably a dream again.

She sighed and sank herself in the hot water, revealing only her eyes and nose. Not to mention, this is still the most comfortable dream, this pool water is really warm. It would be nice to stay in such a dream forever.

"Your Royal Highness?" the little demon in scarlet asked again.

She slowly lifted her chin, lifted her face from the water, and asked the little demon, "What's your name?"

"The slave Dandan is a safflower lycoris on the bank of the Lechuan River, and she has to be turned into a demon. The king asked Dandan to wait for the princess, and now Dandan is the princess's person. The little demon raised his eyes and smiled, and his bright apricot eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

"Your Majesty...... Who's that?"

Feng Ling thought for a moment, her mind was still a mess, and she couldn't find someone to match from her memory. It seems that I have heard someone call her father like this, but the average palace person will not take the initiative to mention her father in front of her, they are more accustomed to saying that. It's like saying it's bad if the one blames it, be careful that the one knows, and so on. After all, the palace people are always careful to avoid the title of the Demon Lord.

Could it be that the dream has gone wrong, and there is no distinction between reality and fiction? So she asked, "But Daddy?"

The little demon named Dandan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said cautiously: "Yes...... It's the new Demon Lord. ”

Feng Ling was surprised and wanted to sit up again, but she couldn't exert her strength, and her body sank deeper into the water. Seeing that the water was about to pass her eyes, Dandan reached out to support her and helped her to the side. The clothes were already prepared next to her, and Dandan called the palace people next to her to come over and help her dress together.

While dressing, Dandan replied to her: "The princess has been in a coma for three months, and many things may not be known yet. In the battle of gods and demons three months ago, northern Sichuan was originally going to be captured, but the king reversed the situation with his own strength, turned defeat into victory, and even successfully recovered southern Sichuan. The people of the demon clan all said that the king was a clever man, and he was able to guess the dark line laid by the heavenly clan, and soon embraced him as the new demon lord. ”

"You said I slept for three months?" Feng Ling chuckled in her heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition, who would tell her how long she had been asleep in the dream. She endured the pain like a tearing throat, and hurriedly asked, "Which battle of gods and demons is it? Who led the soldiers on the Heavenly Clan's side? Who led the soldiers from the Demon Clan?"

"Well, it should have been three and a half months since the princess brought the princess back. In the case of the war between gods and demons, the Celestial Clan is the leader of the Three Highnesses, and the Demon Clan is the Great ...... Well, it is the king and the lord of the hidden lord who lead the troops. At that time, the king ambushed many soldiers on the steep mountain peaks, and also laid a lot of poisonous miasma. No one believed that the enemy would come from the top of the mountain, but they didn't expect it to be true. As a result, the king annihilated the main force of the Celestial Clan in one fell swoop. ”

When the palace people on the side heard this, they couldn't help but interject: "Yes, our lord is really heroic, not to mention defeating the main force of the Heavenly Clan, so that even the three highnesses will be destroyed." If it weren't for the North ......"

"Let's go to the dining room and fry another pair of medicines. Dandan interrupted her words and gave her a look: "The clothes are almost there, I'll take care of the rest." ”

"His Royal Highness, he ......," Feng Ling looked up in confusion.

She didn't know what she was confused about, and she didn't know why she was asking him. She only felt a splitting headache, a pain in her stomach, and the feeling of weakness made her even more annoying.

Dandan didn't speak, carried her back to the small soft collapse in Fengyang Palace, and hurriedly went out.

She was half-leaning on the soft floor, and before she knew it, she fell asleep again, and slept in the dark.

This dreamless sleep is waking up in the aroma of bijian soup and plum blossom soup cakes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a warm figure sitting at the head of the bed against the light, and the brilliance sprinkled him, shining his dark robe like gold.