Si Tian Guan

"I never touched him! He called himself! I didn't do anything!"

Baishiyan spews a sip of tea.

He thought he was brave enough to run on his friends at ordinary times, but he didn't expect that there were people who were even more afraid of death.

"Courageous enough, kind!" He gave a thumbs up, and asked in disbelief, "What will happen next? What? Expecting this to make you keep him? How can there be such a naive person?"

Liu Chongming rubbed his temples.

This is the first time in his life that he has encountered such a person whose words and deeds cannot be inferred by common sense. He has absolutely no idea what the other party is thinking. Finally gave him this one.

I just want to die.

This thought flashed in his mind, and he suddenly shuddered.

When I chatted with Shi Yan about Pan He before, I seemed to have said the same thing - dare to trample on Pan He's face, it's enough.

But why don't you want to live, but instead want to die?

Who is the master behind the little monster?

Is it true that he is a soldier, and he is thinking about this matter fundamentally? Was it not deliberately placed by someone?

He has not been so troubled for many years, and even regretted why he had to save people in one fell swoop, but those dreams were so real, and the people in the dream appeared clearly in front of him, making him unable to ignore .

The more I want to draw a clue in the dream and reality, the more I am entangled.

"Why is Fang Wuyang so slow now! No news yet!" He couldn't help but get angry.

"It's only been a few days." Although Fang Wuyi was in a state of drunkenness and death, Baishiyan justly defended his grievance: "It's still a matter of whether he confiscates your letter. You What did you ask yesterday?"

"I didn't ask anything," Liu Chongming rubbed his face in annoyance: "It's really like a mute, I would rather be tortured than open my mouth."

"What about people now? Dead?"

Baishiyan felt that this question was superfluous, no matter whether Chongming had touched a little monster or not, he dared to be so angry with Chongming, let alone a slave, even if he was an ordinary person, someone should give it to him next year Go to the grave.

But Liu Chongming was stunned for a while, and in Baishiyan's increasingly unbelievable eyes, he pretended to be calm and sneered: "To die so easily, isn't it cheap for him?"

Baishiyan grew up with him since childhood. Since the accident of the Liu family eldest brother, he has become accustomed to his steady and calm look, and always laughs at people old-fashioned, and now suddenly see Liu Chongming's face The flash of embarrassment was like seeing a monster.

He stayed for a moment before revealing a sly smile: "That's it, I can't bear it, I understand, I understand."

"You know the shit!"

"Tsk, we Liu Shizi is going to eat meat today and say so much foul language, the little monster is quite capable."

Each of the servants in Qinglou is better than each other..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned over to avoid two hidden arrows, jumped out of the window, and walked away with a long series of loud laughter.

He actually dreamed that he also made an ambiguous gasp.

Heavy breathing made a heavy wheezing sound like a worn bellows, infinitely amplified in my ears, and was still sweating, as if I was in a furnace.

But the unspeakable joy was running and whistling all over the body, and even the toes couldn't help curling up.

They were so close, they could even feel each other's breath.

But the man didn't make a sound, and covered his face with the back of his hand, as if he had endured everything and endured his unscrupulous actions, only when he couldn't bear it, he bitten tightly His lips quivered a little bit of forbearance.

The surroundings are not bright, they seem to be hiding in a hidden place, tasting the excitement and pleasure of cheating.

"Does it hurt?" His heart suddenly twitched, and he held the hand covering his eyes.

He was full of tenderness and joy, and was full of bad thoughts that wanted to bully people.

"Do you still want it, just call it out and listen to it, I'll give it to you."

"Hurry up..."

Those eyes again!

Liu Chongming screamed, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes in a loud noise, gasped for a long time, and realized that it was just a dream.

But in the blink of an eye, he froze again, his face gradually flushed, and he reached out to touch the quilt, and it was really cool and slippery.

He was in an inexplicable spring dream...

Too bad.

Another thunder blasted overhead. There were a lot of thunderstorms in early summer, and the dull air before the rain made him even more irritable at night.

He didn't dare to lie down and continue to sleep, for fear of dreaming again, he leaned against the lamp and read a book for a while, but couldn't read a word.

After walking back and forth in the house for a few times, Liu Chongming finally made up his mind, put on his clothes and went out.

Standing here involuntarily.

Under the dark night, Liu Chongming looked at the ordinary wooden door and felt like he was in a dream again.

As if the dream was real, and he was just an illusion standing here.

He stood for a moment before slowly closing the door behind him and lighting the candle.

Weird colored wings.

The figure is like a butterfly bound in a net, fragile and helpless.

If you leave people alone like this, after a few days, the wounds soaked in water will start to stink and rot.

That dream...is it really a witchcraft?

Torturing this little monster to death, will you rest easy from now on?

But the dream is so real that it seems to be within reach.

He wondered why he had such a strange and real dream.

Who is "he" in the dream, what happened to "he", and who is that well-behaved and shy person?

If it is witchcraft, where does the end of this dream want to lead him?

Is it really because he was too surprised and persistent with that rare pupil color, that he saw those pair of demon pupils in his dreams again and again?

His fingers stretched out involuntarily and, through a layer of black cloth, pointed to those eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the muffled thunder, or the whole body wound caused by the rainy weather. He raised his head vigorously, and intermittent pain sounds escaped from his blocked mouth.

, realized what.

Not too cheap!

He pulled out the sackcloth from Qu Shenzhou's mouth, and was about to untie the binding on his wrist, but when he leaned over, he heard a whimpering sound.

"Restatement..."

It was such a whisper again, as if at this moment it suddenly overlapped with the dream that was ashamed to tell.

Liu Chongming felt as if someone had poured a spoonful of oil into his heart.

Like a child lost in the dark, weeping timidly, he can only use this whisper-like voice to call the name of the closest person, groping for himself to move forward The courage and strength to go.

The house was plunged into darkness again.

Without the lighting of the candle, it seemed that she could avoid everyone's attention. At this moment, she sank from reality into a dream. Liu Chongming's hands rested on the bed for a while, and suddenly hugged like a convulsion. people living under.

"Who are you..."