Girl, there's something wrong with you

Early next morning.

Xing Yunzhi suddenly woke up from the bed.

She struggled to sit up, her black hair was draped, her whole body was wet and cold, she was breathing heavily, and her head was a little dizzy and had lingering fears.

It took her a few minutes to calm down before she saw Cheng Jinyang coming to the bedside and handing her a glass of hot milk.

Xing Yunzhi drank the hot milk in one gulp, feeling that her still spasming heart seemed to feel better.

"How...how have you persisted? After so many years." She held the cup with both hands, slowly feeling the heat on it.

"It's just your first time to experience a full-length nightmare, so you're not used to it." Cheng Jinyang said lightly.

"Are you used to it?" Xing Yunzhi murmured.

At the beginning of the nightmare, the two of them were still running around energetically, trying to use various means to slay the monster.

After more than 4 hours, this endless running became torture and suffering. After all, nightmares are not a game. You can't press Esc to pause when you are tired, and you don't even have time to rest.

The longer the time and the greater the pressure, the easier it is to make mistakes, and if you make a mistake, you will die easily. There is great terror between life and death. The survival instinct from the heart will squeeze out every potential in the human body.

Xing Yunzhi felt like she was about to turn into ashes, and then... she finally woke up after an unknown amount of time.

"How do you feel?" Cheng Jinyang asked.

"It feels... terrible." Xing Yunzhi sighed, "I'm starting to doubt whether I should continue to live here."

"You said at the beginning that you were going to sleep every day." Cheng Jinyang showed a half-smiling expression.

"Absolutely impossible, I take back those words." Xing Yunzhi got up from the bed and shook her head. “Once a day is too much for me.”

"If it weren't for the effect of increasing blood concentration, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to support it for that long. You..." She looked at Cheng Jinyang with complicated eyes, "You can actually get used to it..."

"I have no choice." Cheng Jinyang replied.

Xing Yunzhi picked up the bloodline detector and tested herself: 167 horses, an improvement of 2 horses.

I measured Cheng Jinyang again: 118 horses, which was also an improvement of 2 horses.

Xing Yunzhi clearly remembered the number of demons killed, about forty.

In other words, killing a demon can give you almost a 0.05 horse bloodline purity bonus, if the instrument detection error is ignored.

"It's not bad to think about it this way." Xing Yunzhi said thoughtfully, "At least there will be a bonus of 2 horses every night."

"Yes, but monsters are not easy to kill." Cheng Jinyang reminded her not to be blindly optimistic, "Don't forget, so far we have mostly relied on terrain-dependent ambush to kill monsters."

"To put it bluntly, we don't have the strength to deal with monsters head-on. In the past, when I didn't master supernatural powers, I relied purely on swordsmanship and fighting. I could kill up to 4 monsters every night. If I can't find a suitable starting point, , weapons and environment, you may die nearly a hundred times throughout the night without getting a chance, can you accept this?"

"Of course you can." Xing Yunzhi said casually, "Even if you die a dozen times, it will still be a death in a nightmare, not a real death, right?"

"Your mentality is very dangerous, Ah Zhi!" Cheng Jinyang's expression suddenly changed and he said sternly, "If you don't take the death in the nightmare seriously, be careful of it spreading to the real world!"

"You mean..." Xing Yunzhi was certainly not an idiot, and she roughly guessed what he meant immediately.

"Nightmares are very realistic." Cheng Jinyang said seriously, "Even in virtual online games, the simulated pain can only be adjusted to 50% at most. This is to prevent you from getting used to pain and death in the virtual world and returning with this mentality. In reality, he was unable to react in time when he was in danger and died."

"If you are used to dying in nightmares, can you guarantee that you will not still have this mentality when you return to reality? The survival instinct is not just a burden, Ah Zhi. It is also indispensable for us to survive. of help.”

"Sorry, I understand." Xing Yunzhi whispered, "Also, even if you point out my mistakes, you can't call me Azhi."

She got up weakly and stumbled into the bathroom, intending to wash her sweaty body.

"I'm going to see a doctor outside." Cheng Jinyang's voice sounded outside.

"Okay." Xing Yunzhi responded in the bathroom.

Take off your clothes, turn on the faucet, and face the cold water spraying from the shower. It seems that the whole world has become cleaner.

Xing Yunzhi breathed a long sigh of relief, and then became a little distracted.

The increase in blood concentration was an irresistible temptation for her; however, the blood-stained battle in the nightmare - whether it was the death of herself and Cheng Jinyang, or the death of the demon, was all accompanied by splashing flesh and blood - light Just imagining them getting on her body made her feel sick.

Cheng Jinyang...how have you endured it for so many years?

………………

Wu Quemei's clinic is located in the town center about 2 kilometers northwest of Cheng Jinyang's home.

Although her bloodline is "sensory manipulation", the clinic's main business is not mental illness, but general general consultation - in this suburban satellite town, most of the patients who come to the door are suffering from headaches and fever. A common cold or a truly mentally ill person would not come to her.

Usually they are sent to Qinglong Mountain and locked up.

When Cheng Jinyang walked into the clinic, he saw Wu Quemei writing a prescription and asking the patient to take it to the door to find a nurse to prescribe the medicine. Then he took out a can of beer from under the table and drank it.

"Sister Wu, do you still drink at work?" Cheng Jinyang greeted her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that the patient will smell the alcohol on your body?"

"What do you know? Alcohol is used for disinfection." Wu Quemei said nonchalantly, "Isn't it normal to smell a little alcohol in the hospital? Come on, let Sister Wu see how you are developing."

"I'm here to see you." Cheng Jinyang pointed to his temple.

"Yes, what else?" Wu Quemei asked in confusion.

Cheng Jinyang:………………

Sometimes I don’t know if she is teasing me intentionally or if I have misunderstood.

So he sat down on the chair and stretched his head over. Wu Quemei put two fingers on his temples and began to control his senses.

"Well, the recovery is going well." After the treatment, Wu Quemei retracted her fingers and nodded.

"Thank you, Sister Wu." Cheng Jinyang nodded and said. The huge amount of stress accumulated due to frequent deaths in nightmares disappeared as soon as the treatment ended.

That's right. In fact, I lied to Ah Zhi. It was not a question of whether I was used to it or not, but because I came here every day to relieve stress.

Cheng Jinyang was thinking this way when he suddenly saw a person coming out of the clinic.

Sister Zhou?

Ah, no, it’s not Dr. Zhou Xingzhi, but a beautiful older sister I’ve never seen before.

The wavy curly hair was highlighted in light brown and draped neatly on her shoulders. Her facial features are full and charming, and her measurements are extremely close to the golden ratio. She has the kind of super-perfect body curve that makes people exclaim "I'm fine" just by looking at the silhouette.

She wore a high-necked pink knitted sweater on her upper body, but nothing on her lower body...well, she wore a short white pleated skirt, which was only covered by the hem of the sweater, and long over-the-knee boots restrained her calves. Tight curves, beautiful thighs exposed between the skirt sole and boots, the thickness is just right, plump without fat, slender without losing voluptuousness, great, great.

The sky is full of spirits and the earth is full of spirits, look away! receive!

After thinking about it several times in his mind, Cheng Jinyang quickly looked away and said to Wu Quemei as if nothing had happened:

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow..."

"Wait a minute." Wu Quemei stopped him, then turned around and waved to the beautiful elder sister, "Xinnan, come here, Jinyang is here."

"Ah, you are Cheng Jinyang, right?" The beautiful elder sister's eyes lit up and she immediately came over with a smile, "Do you still remember me? I am your sister Xinnan! Cheng Xinnan! I went to your house when you were a child!"

"It's Sister Xinnan, haha." Cheng Jinyang said that he had no memory at all. It was obviously something that happened before the death of the original owner's father.

However, he soon suddenly realized that the name of the transferee for the living relief funds transferred to his account by the Cheng family every month was "Xinnan". Although he didn't know how to pronounce this word and didn't look it up, he suddenly realized it now.

Xin sounds the same as "heart". The person who transfers money to me every month is this beautiful big sister.