Someone was crying quietly in his ears, but his consciousness gradually deepened in the sobbing, and he slowly couldn't feel the presence of his hands and feet, but he could still smell the thick fat powder fragrance on the tip of his nose.

The aroma disgusted him a little, because it was too strong, mixed with all kinds of cochineal pollen.

"If you have already returned, why should you return it? ”

Who? I heard this soft sigh in a drowsy voice, but I couldn't tell the difference between men, women, and children.

A vague light appeared in the gray vision, as if someone had opened a door in the darkness, and he involuntarily walked over.

The woman's laughter, the harmony of the piano, the light and shadow in front of him quietly changed, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, the intensity of this fragrance was suitable, pure and attractive, so that he greedily took a few more sips.

looked down at his body, he was still a child's height discretion, a red shirt, flat boots, he was the little spring son of Yuecheng Fengmanlou, and he was also confused by Liu Jian, who was born in Yuecheng.

Twisting your face and not feeling any pain is just a dream.

"Come on. ”

In the fog, I heard the shouts in front of me, and the elegant room had a natural charm, pure and mixed with a hint of softness, which made the listener's body and mind transparent, and the heart was beating.

This is not the same as those flower girls who are soliciting customers in Fengmanlou, if it is a world of difference, I am afraid that it is a little demeaning to the soil under their feet.

After whistling to relieve the pressure, Liu Jian lifted his feet and followed the direction from which the sound came......

Xu Shiping said that all he saw was a romantic affair, and this dream was a spring dream that he had not encountered for more than 20 years.

The bluestone slabs under my feet are tread, and the red mud in the crevices is moist but there are no weeds. In the sparse forests and grasslands on both sides, there always seemed to be women playing, but when he turned his head to look, he couldn't really see it, only the light gauze black hair and white body.

The winding path leads to the secluded, twisting and turning, and I don't know where to take him. Then why did you go along the road? I went to the owner of the voice, which was as clear as water.

The sound of water and laughter correspondingly, and the soft groaning and low humming provoked reverie, so that some of the air hung in the air. Liu Jian couldn't help but perk up, took a few quick steps under his feet, and followed the sound of frolicking and turned around a forest edge.

Poof! The person was feverish, the corners of his mouth opened and a faint mist erupted, and his breathing was instantly short.

When he came back to his senses, he jumped directly behind the tree next to him, shrunk his hands and feet, covered his chest, and his little heart almost jumped out of his throat. After he calmed down his breath a little, he couldn't help but poke his little head out, and then look at the warm water jade pool.

The white steam swirled and misted, but it could not hide the snow-white slenderness in the pool. A woman was sitting on the edge of the warm pool with her back to him, her long wet hair combed with her jade fingers, and there was no flaw in her smooth jade back.

This beautiful back alone, I don't know how many goddesses in Liu Jian's memory who don't like to wear clothes in seconds. I didn't want to blink my eyes, so I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I wasn't in the mood to take a look at the scene of the virtual dragon and fake phoenix in the pool.

What this spring dream has done is worth it......

The sound of his saliva was a little louder, so that the three or four bathing women found out about his existence, stopped playing in the water and playing, and looked over here with a smile.

The woman with her back looked back slightly, carved her beautiful and unglamorous side face into the man's heart, and wrapped the cold and faint voice around his soul. "It's just a child. ”

If the voice is soft, the heart is soft, the eyebrows are like green daisy, and the light fall is leaning on the clothes.

Liu Jian, who is known as reading countless women, has more than ten years of experience in film and television observation and has been in the Qinglou for half a month, is intoxicated by this woman at the moment, and it is difficult to control himself.

The mist was slightly thick, and the warm pool and the woman passed quietly in the wind blowing in the forest, as if someone had lifted a picture scroll. When Liu Jian came back to his senses, he rushed out of the back of the tree, and stood on the bluestone road strangely;

"Come here, enemy. ”

The voice that made his heart pound shouted in front of him again, and the three-point coquettish outline of his daughter's state in his mind. The figure that had just stopped stepped forward again, slowly walking along the smooth path.

The laughter that appeared from time to time made him concentrate on his ears, and the faint fragrance that flowed from time to time teased the tip of his lips and nose, even if he was a child of seven or eight years old, he was faintly aroused by this soft fragrance dream.

Just like that, I wandered in this dream.

The eyes were empty, the sparse forest was no more, the greenery was no more, and the jade shadow was no longer visible at this time. There are only two green mountains, a grass house under the mountain, and cooking smoke, like an ordinary family.

The woman in white standing in front of the grass house seemed to be far away in front of him, and he couldn't see the real appearance. The woman beckoned to Liu Jian, calling softly in his ear, and the jade finger stretched out in front of him.

Reaching out and touching the white jade finger, it seemed to point into the calm surface of the lake, and the canvas was captured by a blue light, and the ripples rippled towards the green mountains in the distance.

The dream was shattered, so why didn't I wake up?

As soon as his eyes turned, the sound of flipping a book made him look down. It was the south wind passing by the desktop that lifted the layers of pages of the book, flashing the pictures of beauties.

What is this? Reaching out to stop the album, he saw that the light ink outlined the image of the woman. The smooth jade back and the side face looking back were slightly similar to what Fang Cai saw by the pool, which made him can't help but be a little intoxicated.

This album is like a villain book I read when I was in junior high school, with pictures of various ladies on each page, slightly 100 pages.

It is a slight deviation to say that it is a lady's picture, but it is too much to say that it is **. Although each woman in this painting is not dressed much, she is charming but not glamorous, delicate but not vulgar, and when people are upset, they can't afford to have many blasphemous thoughts.

Reluctantly closed the book, looking at the font printed in bold lead on the page, Liu Jian couldn't help but be speechless for a while-"Otaku Essentials: A Guide to Otherworldly Masturbation"

The font of the lead print is a little dazzling on the hard white paper, and it is estimated that it is in a dream that this strange and spoofed name exists. If dreams are the shadows in your heart, what do you think of at this time?

It was a great insult to the hundred women in the album! He reached out and wanted to tear off the cover page, but he heard a slightly clear male voice whispering something in his ear, and the familiar voice made him stop tearing.

"Now that you've chosen, you can go. ”

Selected? Liu Jian was slightly stunned, what did he choose? His eyes fell on the antique desk where the album was originally placed, and there were more than a dozen books on the table, and this album was only one of them.

"Records of Famous Generals of the Three Kingdoms", "Shushan Sword Gang", "Dharma Zen Sutra", ......

Liu Jian just glanced at a few names in a hurry, the world in front of him suddenly dimmed, and the sense of suspension provoked his nerves, but he didn't forget to stuff the book in his hand into his arms.

There is a little emptiness in my heart, as if I have missed something, what did I choose in my dream?

The sense of suspense disappeared in the thoughts, and the ears were filled with sobs, noises, and a somewhat shrill voice.

"How can you die so well. The old bustard wiped the corners of his eyes, and heard that a boy had died in the backyard, and she couldn't sit still in the embroidery building. "These days are always not peaceful, I don't know which way of worshipping the Bodhisattva. ”

"Mother Wang is the heart of the Bodhisattva. A girl flattered just right, but the old bustard sighed, "Okay, early in the morning, let's go back to sleep." Come on, what's his name?"

"Koharuko, his name is Koharuko. This crying voice is from the butterfly dance, and it is a little hoarse. After sleeping together for four or five years, she has cried since last night, and she has broken her throat.

"Little Haruko," the old bustard was also a little sad and a little abrupt, "yes, he is still my nephew, I haven't seen him for two years, but I almost forgot that this is still the name I gave him." Change his clothes and bury him on the ridge outside the city at noon. Why did you die!"

"Hey," he heard a shrill male voice respond, and Liu Jian couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart, it was the turtle prince who had robbed him of the silver just now. "Mom, don't worry, go back and rest, let the six sons deal with it here. ”

"Then remember to bury it deeper, but don't let the beasts and insects eat it. The old bustard shook his head, "After all, he is a member of our Fengmanlou, and when he gets down, don't sue me in front of my dead ghost." ”

Below?Yourself is dead?

This thought couldn't help but startle a cold hair, the body trembled, and the presence of limbs and torso could be felt. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he sat up straight.

"Ahh

"Oops!"

"Get up!"

"Hui, Huiyang!"

There was an exclamation in the house, dozens of girls and children crowded into the room, and a few people near the door fled in a hurry. The old bustard clutched his chest, his old face turned white, and he was held by several girls.

"Mom!" Wang Liu's legs went limp, and he sat on the ground, trembling all over, and a foul smell spread in the room, making the girls who had come back to their senses frown and hide their noses.

"Xiao Chunzi!" Butterfly Dance, who was stunned, suddenly exclaimed, jumped down on the bunk with bare feet, and squeezed behind the two girls, only revealing the little head with sheep's horns, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are a human or a ghost!"

"It's a person," lifted the thin quilt on his body, Liu Jian stood up on the big bed, his eyes swept over the room, and he glared at Wang Liu, who was shrinking under the bed, and suddenly had some scheming in his heart.

"Hades said that I should not die, caught the wrong soul, and let the little ghost send me back. ”

Suddenly, I have relatives, this inexplicable era when human life is cheaper than dogs, no one remembers that he has lived when he dies, and it is really not easy to live a life.

"It turns out that there is a Hades. ”

"It's strange to come back from the dead. ”

"Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless!" the old bustard patted his chest slowly, looked at the child in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Who was Hades going to take?"

"Him!" Liu Jian stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Liu on the ground, who had white eyes and fainted directly. Liu Jianqiang held back a smile, feudal superstition is unacceptable, Zi is silent and strange, it is just scary......

The palm-sized booklet on one side suddenly fell to Liu Jian's lap, causing the woman in the room to look at it.

Looking at the familiar cover and familiar size, Liu Jian couldn't help swallowing and foaming, and was silent...... Strange powers?

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