Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." She grabbed her hand and wiped it.

The palm of my hand was smooth, everything was as usual, I felt nothing.

It was as if the burning sensation just now was just an illusion.

Strange illusion.

She remained silent, raised her eyes, and stared at the white mist that filled the sky.

Staring quietly, slowly, he lowered his hand.

Quietly and unmoved.

"Is this a dream..."

she muttered.

I always feel...

She is dreaming.

It's still a lucid dream.

She looked around and frowned slightly.

She wanted to retreat, but it was so big here that she couldn't seem to retreat to the end.

She raised her hand again.

After looking at it, there was nothing unusual.

She pursed her lips slightly.

Is it a dream?

She thought with some uncertainty.

She backed away slowly.

He also pinched himself.

...It was indeed a dream, and it didn’t hurt at all.

She stepped back, her naked feet stepping on the cold ground step by step.

Under the white mist, between the water vapor in the sky.

She couldn't see anything, anyone, or anything alive.

It's so quiet here, even a little eerie.

Instinctively, she almost wanted to run.

I want to run away from this place.

She backed away slowly and turned around.

The next second.

She saw a huge palace.

Resplendent and majestic.

The light shines brightly, and the purple clouds are magnificent.

High up, standing above the clouds, majestic, majestic and solemn.

It just appeared above the white mist that filled the sky, with dazzling light.

Yun Si was caught off guard and raised her hand to block the excessively dazzling light.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked in the direction of the palace.

"Zi...Wei...Gong..."

She stopped and muttered the words on the plaque on the palace.

After reading it, she was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he reacted.

Ziwei Palace, isn’t that—

Spirit world! ? !

She secretly said something bad, and out of demonic instinct, turned around and ran away.

He ran away quickly, turning his back to the palace.

result--

The splendid and huge palace was located in front of her like a phantom.

Ghostly, front, back, left, right.

All are surrounded.

Surround her with no way to retreat.

She turned around and looked around.

"Damn-"

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Yun Si woke up from her dream and was covered in sweat.

Drenched in sweat, he opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Her hair was hanging down, and she was wearing a thin plain dress.

She was wearing plain white clothes, her back was covered with sweat.

The clothes were soaked, and the fragrance of the flowers was so strong that it filled the whole room.

She sat on the bed, with the quilt covering her waist, eyes lowered, and breathing low.

His chest was heaving violently, and his hands were clutching the quilt tightly.

He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

It was like having a long, long nightmare, and my body was extremely cold.

At this moment, it is already dawn.

The room was quiet.

The window was slightly open, and it was raining outside. The sound of rain came from the crack of the open window, which was moist and cool.

The person sitting on the bed gasped and raised his eyes slightly.

Her pretty little face was pale and her body was covered in sweat.

Yingli's eyes were wet. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, her hand holding the quilt relaxed slightly.

He lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a feeling of surviving a disaster.

She lowered her eyelashes, covered her throbbing heart, and rubbed it.

Talk to yourself.

"fine……"

fine……

This is just a dream.

fine……

He is still himself, not that weird god.