After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Wang Yinchuan's expression was indifferent and her tone was casual. She raised her head and met Wang Baochuan's shocked eyes, "I know what you want to ask. You don't have to tell me, I know everything."

Those sparkling eyes seemed to contain a small world. There was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but Wang Baochuan was shocked!

Wang Baochuan's mind went blank. She thought she had covered up the matter with yesterday's vague words, but she didn't expect that Wang Yinchuan would see through all the acting skills she thought she had concealed. She actually knew everything. Yesterday

Just watching myself lie poorly!

The embroidery needle in Wang Baochuan's hand shook, and her voice trembled, "Second sister, do you really know everything?"

Under her nervous gaze, Wang Yinchuan smiled and nodded, "That's exactly why I came here."

"I don't know the specific content of your dream, but I can make some guesses. Gods can enter dreams, and so can demons and ghosts. Are you sure that it's really an immortal revealing secrets?"

The tone was as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, and could even be called as tender as water, but when people heard it, they only felt creepy, and the body was suddenly surrounded by a terrifying atmosphere. Wang Baochuan was about to believe it when he woke up the dreamer.

She heard the so-called immortal's words, but Wang Yinchuan's words led her into a brand new speculation.

Wang Baochuan opened his eyes wide!

Yes, not only gods have this ability, but other things also have it!

Although this thought made her a little scared, it made her come out of her conviction.

Most of the so-called dreams in history books are just to consolidate the power of the people in power. I have never heard of any serious gods specifically entrusting dreams to the emotional entanglement between two people.

Wang Yinchuan hasn't finished speaking yet, "You don't need to care too much whether it's a god or a ghost. They say dreams are the opposite. If it's a god, he's kind and generous. Maybe he's trying to remind you to break off the relationship with him as soon as possible.

If it were anything else, it would be even more unbelievable."

"Besides, everyone is the master of their own destiny. Since you made up your mind yesterday to stop interacting with Xue Pinggui, you have your own judgment. Do you believe in your own judgment, or do you believe in an illusory dream?"

There is an irresistible temptation in Wang Yinchuan's eyes, which makes it easy for people to believe him.

Wang Baochuan said firmly, "Of course I believe in myself more!"

"That's right, it's just a dream, and we don't live in a dream. Besides, if those people really have any ability, why do they only dare to hide in their dreams and not dare to come out openly?"

Wang Baochuan nodded solemnly, "Yes! If I really believed in fate and gave in easily, I wouldn't have been so angry with my parents because I wanted to marry Xue Pinggui. I am not a person who believes in fate easily."

She raised a smile and saw the encouragement in Wang Yinchuan's eyes, and she became even more convinced that the dream was nothing.

She said, "Second sister, don't worry, I won't be affected by that weird dream. From now on, I will make my own judgment when doing things."

Wang Yinchuan smiled and said, "Okay."

In order to let Wang Baochuan continue to pursue Xue Pinggui and admire Xue Pinggui like a puppet on strings, He did not hesitate to appear in Wang Baochuan's dream. Then Wang Yinchuan beat him into evil spirits. It was just a dream. If He really had control.

The power of the world had long since obliterated her, a person outside of her predetermined destiny.

However, not only is she alive and well now, she can even drag Him in the dark onto the table and beat him into a monster. Since Huineng and the others regard her rebirth as an accident, wouldn't it be aggrieved if she doesn't do something?

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Wang Yinchuan's smile deepened a little.

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Outside the city, in the cold kiln.

The two jars of wine that Dai Zan brought were already empty. One jar was broken into pieces and splashed everywhere. The other jar was lying crookedly on the ground. The leftovers on the table were in a mess, and the table was full of mess.

The ground was also very messy, scattered clothes were mixed together, soft light-colored gauze clothes were among the moon-white coarse cloth clothes, and shoes were scattered everywhere.

Jade bodies were lying on the bed, and two people were sleeping hugging each other under a quilt.

Suddenly, I heard a cock crow outside.

This sound was very strange. The chicken might have a hoarse voice, and it screamed a few times and then stopped.

But the person on the bed was woken up. Dai Zan opened her eyelids, there was no hint of drunkenness on her face, she just frowned. She seemed to have expected it. She turned her head and saw Xue Pinggui, who was still sleeping soundly.

He has a talented appearance, and his eyelashes are like small fans. Even when he is sleeping, he still looks very elegant, upright, and meticulous. His tall body is covered with a thin layer of muscles. He is probably drunk, with a blush on his face.

The white skin is warm and makes people a little greedy.

Dai Zan glanced at it, stretched out her finger, and traced his sleeping face in the void. With a smile of determination on her red lips, she said silently, "So what about Wang Baochuan, isn't he still defeated by my men?"

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"Xue Lang, come with me back to Xiliang. There, I will give you the most splendid palace to live in."

No one responded, Xue Pinggui was still asleep, but Dai Zan was very happy.

With her red lips raised, she raised her upper body and pressed a kiss on Xue Pinggui's lips. She carefully got out of bed. She picked up her clothes and dressed them neatly. She turned around and left a letter she had written long ago on the pillow.

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She glanced at Xue Pinggui's sleeping face again, turned around, and walked out of the thatched hut without looking back.

Behind the hidden slope, Mir's eyes were red, and the jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes seemed to rush out and tear everything to pieces, but he didn't. He looked at Dai Zan, who was humming a song and dressed up and walked towards Dai Zan.

Zan, that girl who is as delicate as petals and beautiful in lavender clothes, is the only bright color in this desolate and withered world.

All his emotions were caused by her, and she would not respond to any of his emotions, so he endured everything. Before Dai Zan came to him, all the surging emotions were hidden in those eyes as pale as glass.

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Finally, she came to him. He lowered his head, his eyes were blood red, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, Your Majesty, please return home as soon as possible."

Dai Zan played with the withered grass in his hand carelessly, a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes very quickly, "I understand. Are you my father's person or mine?"

"There are still three days before I leave."

She raised her head and didn't even notice that he had his head buried in his head, nor did she see the crazy jealousy in his eyes.

He was like withered grass plucked on a whim in her hands, not worthy of any attention at all.