Magic Punk

In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.

Xuanyi listened to Xiying's words, and these words echoed in his mind for a while.

It rained last night.

"I probably understand." Xuan Yi looked up at the ceiling.

All the crimson snowflakes around had already fallen to the ground, but they did not melt. Instead, they spread a soft blanket of snow in this luxurious mausoleum.

"Yes, after I woke up, I became much more beautiful than I imagined." Xiying squinted her eyes slightly and said, "You see, I have always been afraid that I am not good-looking enough, so I am afraid that you will not like me."

"But now I'm obviously so good-looking, but I'm actually not as happy as I imagined."

"Human beings are indeed such contradictory creatures. Actually, I still hope that I am still just that ugly little girl who can act coquettishly in your arms and simply do what I want."

The girl's voice was soft, gentle and beautiful.

Now she has the most beautiful skin in the world.

But she didn't feel happy at all.

Xuanyi also looked at each other.

After hearing such a long story, Xuanyi already believed that Yaoyao and Xiying, as they said, were different stages of the same person.

Just like when you pass through two different cities during your travels, the two cities have different scenery. When you arrive in the third city, you will definitely be quite different from the first city.

Because humans are animals that grow up while traveling.

"As long as you live, it will be fine." Xuanyi said.

"Yes, as long as I'm still alive, that's fine." Xiying repeated Xuanyi's words with some joy, but this happiness only lasted for a moment.

"But I'm about to die again." When the girl said this, there was no sadness, she was just stating a fact, such as I plan to eat beef for lunch today.

Everyone will die when they are born, but Xiying is the earliest and fastest type to die.

Even though this girl who was born in the same year, month and day as Xitian is actually over 1,300 years old now, in fact, because she spent most of her life in towers and mausoleums, she is His mental age is even less than nineteen years old.

Otherwise, it would not have been the first time she dreamed that His Highness was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

As for the second dream, he looked like he was less than ten years old.

"How much longer?" Xuanyi asked.

This is something that Xiying has already made clear just now. There are even big figures on the other side who personally gave their own predictions about the future, that is, Xiying's time is really running out.

And this time, Xuanyi woke her up, which actually sounded the bell to her death.

"I have become a little stronger." Xiying looked at Xuanyi and said quietly: "If I save a little, I can live for about three years."

Yes, Xiying has indeed become a little more powerful. Xuanyi looked at the girl in front of her who was actually a little proud. She should have learned to control her power a little now. Although she still can't practice and can't absorb power from the outside world, at least She has been able to slightly reduce the overflow of energy from her body.

And according to Xiying's meaning, it seems that if she saves a little and doesn't fight fiercely, she can live for three years?

Xuanyi thought quietly in his heart.

"Can't you continue to sleep here?" Xuan Yi asked: "Or have another dream? The consumption of dreaming should be smaller, right?"

The young man made a cautious suggestion.

As for Xiying's current problem, this is a problem that even Xitian and the golden humans on the other side can't solve. Xuan Yi doesn't think he can find a solution in three years.

But at least Xitian has come up with a feasible method before, at least a method that allows Xiying to survive for 1,300 years.

If Xiying can continue to sleep here, continue to seal her here as she is.

This time, I only had a small dream, a small dream like Yaoyao’s before. Isn’t it possible to live and be with Xuanyi at the same time?

Moreover, Xiying's ability to get feedback in the real world just by dreaming is too great.

The kind of greatness that makes people feel great to the extreme just by imagining it.

Xiying looked at Xuanyi and shook her head: "If you want to wait for my next dream, it will probably take a thousand years to accumulate strength."

"And why Yaoyao can only survive for three years is because my dream can only last three years in reality."

"And if you continue to dream, the dream time will become shorter and shorter."

"Because my strength is getting weaker and weaker."

Xuanyi fell into silence, because Xiying didn't say one thing, that is, when she wakes up from her next dream, whether Xuanyi will still be alive is a big question.

Her last dream was about the Third Highness. When she was the Third Highness, she had so many good friends in this world, but when she woke up this time, only Mo Xiaojing, who was a soul body, could Reconnect with her a little bit from the past.

That feeling of waking up from a big dream and a world of change, just thinking about it, you can feel the sadness that overflows from the words.

Xuanyi instantly understood how cruel his suggestion to let her continue sleeping was.

And Yaoyao will never come back. When Yaoyao decides to wake up and become Xiying, Yaoyao has become a flesh-and-blood memory and emotion for Xiying.

Because this girl's emotional history was originally an empty piece of white paper, and Yaoyao's existence was the most colorful stroke on that paper.

How can we forget?

"But if you walk in this world, you will die." Xuan Yi looked at the girl and said.

The tone was slightly trembling.

He is used to seeing death, but the death of some people is unacceptable no matter how he is used to it.

Just like the death of her sister, Xuan Yi is still worried about her, and she regards resurrecting her sister as one of her life goals.

When Xiying said the plain words "I can probably live for three years if I save some money," even though she missed her and wanted to, Xuanyi's first reaction was to let Xiying continue to sleep in this world.

"I should have died thirteen hundred years ago." Xiying looked at the young man's black hair and black eyes and said calmly: "Or, a little later, one thousand two hundred and eighty years ago, that I was just nineteen years old, and I was so sleepy that I couldn't muster any strength."

"I thought I was going to die at the time, but when I came to my senses, I was already sealed in this ancient tomb."

The girl's tone was soft.