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"Cough, Bailong sister does not have to worry about it." Song Shuhang gently coughed, said: "Even if the sixteen did not enter the quota of the trial of the holy mountain of Gar, but not the white-predecessor's 'breaking black house version' one-off Flying sword."

Su Shi’s A-16 looked up at Bailong’s sister and said, “And, if you want to pump energy, you shouldn’t draw your strength from Bailong’s sister?”

Song Shuhang nodded in agreement: "After all, you are the real dragon of Bailong sister."

White Dragon sister is silent.

She looked down at Song Shuhang and stared at him for a long while.

In the end, she shook her head gently and sighed: "Sure enough, I have been talking with you for a decade of grinding a sword, the frosty blade has not tried, especially tired. To create opportunities for you, you can not grasp "" - I assist you, do you want to tie me with a tentacle?

Song Shuhang: "???"

I always feel that Bai Long’s sister is turning to taunt him.

吱~

At this time, the door was pushed away again.

"So late, are you still not resting? Can't you sleep?" The white predecessor came in with an empty kettle and handed it to Song Shuhang.

After Song Shuhang took the empty kettle, he naturally sent it to the core world ‘live spring’ spring, filled it with water and handed it to the white predecessor, saying: “I just finished.”

"I read the book room light is still on, just come and see." Su Shi A-16 back.

"Since I haven't slept yet, I invite you to drink tea. When I was shopping in the animal husbandry industry at noon, I bought the flower tea. After drinking this tea, it can enhance the quality of sleep. The effect is very good." The white senior smiled.

In the small pavilion under the moon.

The white predecessors began to boil water and brew tea.

The tortoise predecessors, the green onion, the Su Shi A XVI, and Song Shuhang sit in a row.

I don't know what white flowers this white tea made, especially incense.

After Song Shuhang drank a cup, his eyelids were heavy.

After a cup, I fell asleep after drinking and drinking.

Confused, Song Shuhang dreamed of a familiar scene.

It is a white cloud world.

Song Shuhang walks in the clouds, like stepping on cotton.

In front of him, there is a figure who is leading the way, he follows.

Walking, the figure in front suddenly turned.

Confucian saint!

The eyes of the sage are as bright as the sun.

Seeing the familiar sage, Song Shuhang’s waist is faintly painful – he studied it, which is probably a pregnancy low back pain.

This time, what surprises does the saint bring to him?

After three eyes and heavy squats, after studying spiders, is this saint to study flies?

Surprisingly, the saint in the dream did not talk about the topic of 'eyes', but asked out, "Do you know Yuan Ying?"

"Know that when the seven-pronged realm is in the realm, Lie Shanghualian is born with a baby." Song Shuhang replied.

"Wrong." The sage's eyes are stunned: "If you don't experience pregnancy, where is the Yuan Ying?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

After a big turn, is the topic still going back to the ‘pregnancy gaze’?

Routine, this is a routine.

"No pregnancy, no baby, have you realized?" The sage's eyes shine brightly.

knock! It is a strong identification!

Song Shuhang was shocked and suddenly, consciousness came to a cool, awakened from his dreams.

"Fortunately, it is a dream, but it is a dream." Song Shuhang muttered.

As he spoke, suddenly he discovered that his consciousness was still floating in the air.

Dream... It seems that it is not over yet?

A serial dream? Dreaming in a dream?

I don’t give people the opportunity to quit landing at all.

In the dream.

His consciousness floated and finally floated into a building he was familiar with - that was his former alma mater, a teaching building of Wenzhou No. 2 Middle School.

In this teaching building, the students listened carefully.

On the podium, there is a familiar and unfamiliar teacher who is teaching the students the knowledge of life.

Including - the process of birth and the birth of the baby.

To say it, still pregnant.

Song Shuhang: "..."

This nightmare, endless, isn't it?

[There is no end! Why are you a big man, and all the dreams are ‘pregnancy’! 】 A delicate voice, dissatisfied.

Song Shuhang: "???"

Who?

Is this someone who is affecting his dreams?

I said, how suddenly I started to have a nightmare related to ‘pregnancy’, it turned out that someone was secretly messing with me.

Since I know that someone is in trouble, then I will solve it.

The dream aspect and the spiritual aspect are the longevity of Song Shuhang.

The talent for entering this dream will not be mentioned first.

Whether it is his meritorious snake beauty, the creation of fairy, or the black skin feather soft, the heart of the red sword, have the ability to target 'dreams' or resist dreams.

""I am a meditation"!" Song Shuhang actively opened his own "conscious space."

The vast space of consciousness opens.

[Speaking, I haven’t paid attention to my true self for a while, I don’t know what it’s like now. 】 Song Shuhang sacrificed his own ‘true me’.

During this time, he was attached by the Confucian saint. How do you feel that you have a few Confucian temperament?

Soon, ‘true me’ emerged in the space of consciousness.

This time, Song Shuhang actually guessed it correctly - his true self, indeed influenced by Confucian saints.

For example, on top of my head, the Confucian style of the scarf!

Look down again...

The following is gone.

Really, like the body, there is only one bachelor's head suspended in the air, and it also emits a dark metallic color.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at his true self.

The creation of the fairy appeared, she reached out and touched the true self of Song Shuhang, and sang: "I ~ Song ~ dumb ~ use the tongue ~"

Gongde snake beauty interface said: "In the void, one stroke."

After thinking about it, he said: "Write a tragic word?"

"Tragic." Song Shuhang did not refute.

"Don't be skinned, who is the guy who affects your dreams?" asked the demons.

As an orthodox demons, it did not even sense that someone was secretly affecting Song Shuhang’s dreams from beginning to end.

The beauty of the meritorious snake is a light of merit, and it has not received a warning of mental attacks.

"Come out." Song Shuhang turned his head.

I saw that in the space of consciousness, there was a figure that was forcibly ingested by Song Shuhang and formed into a cohesive shape.

Short hair with shoulders, pretty little face, well-trimmed eyebrows.

It is a long version of the A-16.

"Is it you?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes.

He really didn't think that it would be her to influence her dreams.

Opposite, the big sixteen calmly looked back at Song Shuhang.

"Say, who are you, why should it affect my dreams?" Song Shuhang’s hair glimpsed, and the symbol of Confucianism, which is not easy to stick, flew out.

A devil flies.

"I am... Su Shi A." The big sixteen slowly replied.

"She is lying." Black skin Yuko is sure.

"Six." Big sixteen card for a long time, spit out the last word.

Song Shuhang: "..."

The demon red scorpion sword stared at the big sixteen, solemnly said: "If you are a Soviet Supreme 16 ... then you must expire."