Since that day, after going to the barren mountain, Shuyi has sat in a strange dream every night, with a raging fire, a steaming hot pot, a beautiful fragrance of flowers, and a scorching dress.

He could see everything clearly in his dreams, the mountains were dry bone mountains, the forest was dry bone forests, the river was corpse water, the wind was black demon energy, the dew was red blood, and the demon was ...... Pillow ......

And he himself is like a white skeleton walking among the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, half of his body soaked in blood.

Awakening from a nightmare of broken flesh and blood day by day, he was so palpitating that he didn't dare to close his eyes again.

But every day he would always fall asleep, not only him, but even all the dark guards lurking in the Netherworld Temple would fall into a coma at that special time.

He checked it carefully, and there was no trace of the invasion of foreign thieves, it could only be ...... The hands and feet of the people inside!

It was another midnight dream, and Shuyi looked at the painting heart sleeping beside him with complicated eyes, and for a while, his heart was full of emotions. Before he knew it, his hand reached into her heart.

The heart is the source of the heart, and it has always been more sensitive than other parts, and Shuyi woke up immediately when she touched it.

"Idiot, what are you doing again. Huaxin pressed Shuyi's hand, only to be ** again, and said with a blushing face, "You are really getting more and more insatiable now." ”

This can't blame her for being amorous and thinking crookedly, it's really Shuyi's hand that can't be touched, not to mention that since he wanted to leave that day but was caught by him and gave birth to a son, he was imprisoned in Gentle Township, day and night, day and night, and he was upside down with him all day and night, tossing and turning, she almost had no spare energy to ask about other things except eating and sleeping.

Looking at Shuyi's pair of phoenix eyes with very smooth lines, the painting shook his head again and again and sighed: How could such a good skin like a son like jade give birth to such a heart that is not as good as a beast...... Always look like you're looking dissatisfied......

She thought, if this continues, Princess Yi's position, she will be tired sooner or later.

Seeing that the painting heart had misunderstood, Shuyi simply followed her misunderstanding and continued to be light, but he couldn't ...... Tell her directly...... He's going to steal her hidden lamp.

He smiled silently while moving his hands up and down: Husband and wife can probably be regarded as having different dreams in the same bed when they do this.

"Nerd. Seeing that Shu Yilai was real, the painting heart that had not yet eased his breath immediately grabbed his hand, and the hero begged him shortly, "You can spare me all night today...... I'm sleepy, I'm tired, I'm ......"

Shuyi naturally did not give up, "When did you conceive the son of this king, when did this king let you go." ”

Huaxin touched his stomach, and suddenly became desperate, almost crying without tears, if it goes on like this, when will it be a head......

Shuyi is more diligent than anything else in giving birth to a son, he just wants to toss her, make her sleepy, and make her tired, so that she doesn't have the strength to go out and eat people.

He found that as long as he could keep an eye on her, and if he didn't let her have a chance to go out from the time he was a child to the end of his life, the city would be a Christmas Eve.

He also found that no matter what happened on weekdays, he would always be unable to hold back and fall asleep at some point when he was young, unless...... He has been having fun with her.

I don't know if it's an illusion, it's obviously a very physical thing, but every time he walks, he feels that the strength in his body is getting more and more abundant, as if a powerful and unfamiliar divine power is slowly merging into his body little by little from her body.