Although he had woken up from the dream, he remembered the content of the dream clearly, although the man in the dream was good-looking, he fell to death his child, and if he hadn't woken up in time, the next second, it would be himself who should be damned, right?
Yue Qing'an had palpitations, patted his chest with one hand, touched the restless fetus in his abdomen with the other, and comforted in a low voice: Don't be afraid, it's just a dream, no matter what happens in the future, Dad will protect you.The little one seemed to understand him, and slowly fell silent.Good boy.Yue Qingan looked down at her stomach, chuckled and closed her eyes again.Although I slept for a long time in the afternoon, I kept dreaming, and I felt more tired than climbing a mountain.It's just that what I didn't expect was that as soon as Yue Qing'an closed his eyes, it was as if he had entered a dream, but the dream at this moment was no longer the smoky cave, but a sea of blood-red flowers, and he was in the sea of flowers at the moment.He recognized this place, and there were always some broken dreams in the past, but every time he woke up from the dream, he didn't remember the content of the dream very much, and over time he didn't care much about the things in the dream.Now back here, Yue Qing's peace of mind is cold, and a faint bad premonition arises.In view of the previous dream, Yue Qingan habitually reached out and touched his stomach, and sure enough, the child was gone again.But this time he calmed down, stared coldly at everything in front of him, and shuttled through the sea of flowers.Because he knew that it was a dream, he became bold, no matter what he saw on the way, he could ignore it, follow the feeling in his heart, and came to the middle of the sea of flowers, until he saw a person in front of him, he stopped his pace.The man had his back to him, so Yue Qing'an couldn't see the man's face.Looking from behind, I could only see that the man was dressed in red, with his hair scattered, and his limbs were tied by huge chains, hanging behind the man, dragging him long, hidden in the sea of flowers, and I didn't know where the source of the chains was.The man lowered his head, as if he were writing, as if he were carving a stone, and the movement of his hand shook with the chains, and there was a ding-dong sound.Hello Yue Qingan stretched out her head and called the man carefully, she wanted to ask the person something, but the person was indifferent to his greeting.Yue Qing'an saw that he didn't react, thinking that he didn't hear it, so he raised his voice and shouted again: Hello, can I ask you a few questions?
This time he shouted extremely loudly, unless the other party was deaf, otherwise, it was absolutely impossible not to hear it.But in the face of Yue Qing'an's loud shouting, the man was still unmoved, still burying his head in something, ignoring him at all.This made Yue Qingan have to be depressed, is this guy deaf or deliberately ignorant of himself?
With such a question, Yue Qing'an walked quickly in front of the man: Did you hear it, I'm talking to you!
While you were talking, Yue Qingan stretched out his hand and wanted to put on the other party's shoulder, but his hand passed through the other party's body, and his body leaned forward by inertia, landing directly on his face, and fell into a.Yue Qing'an sat up a little angrily and glared at the man, but was stunned when he saw the man's face.I saw that the man had the same face as Yue Qing'an, and he was holding a white hosta tattooing something on his arm at the moment.Yue Qing'an glanced at the arm, it was really a little blurry, and he couldn't see what he had carved.I only saw that between the bloody wounds, there were drops of blood slipping down, and the blood dripped down the arm to the ground, and a small bud immediately grew on the ground, as more and more blood slipped down, the bud seemed to be sucking his essence and blood, and it rose rapidly, but in a moment, the bud grew to the same size as the surrounding flowers, and a small flower bag grew from the branch.The branches of that flower were the same as those of the flowers around them, but the flowers that bloomed were white and flawless, and they looked so pure and flawless among the thousands of blood-red flowers.It wasn't until the flowers grew up that Yue Qing'an saw the man smile bitterly, squatted down to caress the petals, and said in a low voice: Can you help me find him?
I can only hope for you now, find him, tell him that I am here.Although this person has exactly the same face as him, Yue Qing'an knows very well in his heart that this person is definitely not herself.This look and way of saying it is more like Yue Shuran.Before he could figure out who the person in front of him was, the scene in front of him scared Yue Qing'an.I saw that the pure white and flawless flower on the other side suddenly changed its appearance, and it actually transformed into a person.And that person actually has the same appearance as himself.The flower looked at the world with some novelty, as if she didn't see Yue Qing'an, and directly skipped him to look at the young man in red, and said to him with a dull look: You created me?
The young man in red didn't answer his question, and directly handed him the white jade hairpin in his hand: Your limbs are not bound, take this to find a way to leave here, go to Heaven to find Lixuan Shenjun, and give this to him.Hua's eyes were still confused, but he still took the hairpin in his hand, looked left and right, looked at the young man with some dissatisfaction, raised his eyebrows and said: Let me help you, how can you repay me?
The young man obviously didn't think that the person he had created would actually say such a thing, and after being slightly stunned, he looked at him coldly and said calmly: What do you want in return?
Hua was not polite, and pointed directly at the young man's heart, and said: I want all your divine power to shape a perfect body for me.Do you want to be human?
The boy looked at him in disbelief with some surprise.Hua nodded and said with a smile: What is the difference between a puppet without a dream and a salted fish?
Just say yes or no!
If you can't give up your divine power, then forget it.Yue Qing'an looked at the self-proclaimed puppet flower in front of her, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.Compared with the young man, it seems that this puppet is more in tune with his own character, and the young man almost didn't hesitate, and nodded: I promise you.Okay, deal.The flower seemed to be very happy, and walked away happily with the hairpin.The young man looked at the back of the flower leaving, frowned slightly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: I hope you can leave here safely.As soon as he finished speaking, another man in clothes stood behind him, grabbed his shoulder, and said in a gloomy tone: Do you think he can break out of these eighteen layers of hell?
The man sneered a few times and continued: You must be too naïve!
In this world where evil ghosts are rampant, he carries half of your divine power like a walking fragrant bun, not to mention hell, I'm afraid that he has been eaten by evil ghosts before he comes out of this Lechuan Ze.In the face of the man's words, the young man was indifferent, but the clenched fists revealed his state of mind at the moment.This man, Yue Qing'an, recognized that it was the one who had dropped his child in the last dream.Seeing him, Yue Qingan unconsciously clenched his fist with a click, if he hadn't been able to touch the other party, he would have already greeted the other party's face.Just now Yue Qing'an understood, in the last dream, he dreamed of himself as the protagonist, and personally experienced the encounter and mood of the protagonist in the dream.And this time it was a little different, this time he came to this dream as a bystander, the person in the dream could not see him, he could not touch the person in the dream, he could only watch quietly as things happened.Unable to allow Yue Qing'an to think too much, the man suddenly became furious, grabbed the young man's hair, and dragged him away from here.Although it was not himself who was caught by the hair, Yue Qing'an felt a pain in his scalp when he looked at it, and he couldn't help but shudder.Suddenly, the picture turned, and when Yue Qing'an came back to his senses, he had come to a place full of evil ghosts, the evil ghosts were all blue-faced and fanged, and they looked very terrifying, even Yue Qing'an, who was usually not afraid of the sky and the earth, would feel that his scalp was numb.Although he knew that the demons couldn't see him, Yue Qing'an still tried not to touch them and followed behind the man.The man dragged the young man in front of the two ghosts, threw him on the ground, and sneered: Eighteen layers of hell, you can't survive or die, this is the first layer, you just have to bear it!
With that, he left the place without looking back.Yue Qing'an watched as the two ghosts grabbed one of the young man's hands, and several other ghosts came over with different torture instruments, all of them looked at the young man gloomily.One of the ghosts held a red-hot iron seal and pressed the young man step by step, making Yue Qing'an feel stunned.He had seen this thing before, in ancient times, it was called the punishment of cannon branding, and he didn't need to experience it personally, it hurt every time he looked at it.Before the ghost could imprint the iron seal on the young man's body, Yue Qing'an covered his eyes with his hands without a hint, only to hear the young man's scream, and he also woke up from his dream.It was drizzling outside, and the wind blew in through the window, blowing on his face, making him feel a little sober, and he reached out and touched his face, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.Obviously, he has no sadness in his dreams, but why?
He couldn't explain his state of mind at the moment, but he was terrified at the thought of the terrible punishment that the young man would be subjected to next.This dream is not the end, but the beginning of a nightmare.Chapter 97 I want to sleep with you for more than ten days in a row, as long as Yue Qing'an lies down, he will enter the dream, and the content of each dream continues from the previous dream, he plays an irrelevant bystander in the dream, as if watching a movie, watching things happen, unable to stop it.The content of these dreams is basically a tragic picture of a teenager being tortured, and the level of blood once made him want to be nauseated, and even in his dreams, he felt terrified.I can't sleep well, I don't have much energy during the day, I don't sit for a while, and I start to be drowsy again, but as soon as I fall asleep, the dream will follow, so a vicious circle, but after a week's effort, Yue Qing'an will lose weight visibly with the naked eye.At the time of the meal this day, Yue Shuran finally couldn't help but probe his forehead with his hand, and said with some concern: His face is so bad, is there something uncomfortable?
Yue Qing'an lay on the table weakly, looked at his favorite sweet and sour fish and sweet and sour pork ribs on the table, pulled the corners of his lips hard, shook his head and said: It's okay, I just haven't rested well recently.Seeing that the temperature between his foreheads was normal, Yue Shuran also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and withdrew his hand: I see that you have eaten very little recently, and I mentioned your situation to the prince, he made your favorite dish, you eat more, and then lie down when you are full!
Hearing him mention Mo Jinzhi, Yue Qingan sighed a little unhappily, nodded, picked up the chopsticks on the table and added a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth.The pork ribs are sweet but not greasy, the sweet and sour are moderate, and the selected pork ribs are basically free of fat, so they don't feel oily when they eat it, and the taste is naturally excellent.But in the face of her favorite dish on weekdays, Yue Qingan still didn't have much appetite, so she reluctantly ate a few bites and pushed the bowl away.I'm full.Yue Shuran glanced at the food that didn't move a few chopsticks, frowned, and finally nodded without saying a word.Then you go back to your room and rest, and I won't bother you.Haoyue Qing'an watched him leave, and it was not until the other party left his line of sight that he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to lie on the table weakly, looking at the green plants outside with wide eyes, but his mind drifted thousands of miles away.Yue Qing'an always felt that Mo Jinzhi seemed to have become different from before recently.Although the two of them had no love before, because he had his child in his belly, he always kept up with himself.But recently, I don't know what's wrong, the other party suddenly became extremely cold, not to mention the cold and warmth, even people, he can't see people.Thinking about it, his eyelids became heavy again, and when he was about to close them, there was a sudden pain in his abdomen, and the little guy kicked him hard, startling him and sobering up directly.The little guy has been more than seven months, and compared to before, the force of kicking people is much heavier, and every time he is kicked, Yue Qingan frowns in pain.He reached out and rubbed his lower abdomen, feeling a warmth in his heart: You also know that Dad doesn't want to sleep, right?
Although the child's father ignores him now, at least the baby still feels sorry for him and reminds him that he can't sleep!
Thinking that he would be able to meet his little baby in more than two months, Yue Qingan showed a rare smile, patted his lower abdomen gently, and looked at the azaleas in the courtyard again.Xu is body is always easy to be tired during pregnancy, even if it is deliberate, Yue Qingan still can't resist Zhou Gong's call, and closes his eyes again.Sure enough, as soon as he fell asleep, he fell into the dream again, and the torture in the dream continued, and he watched as the boy who looked the same as him was subjected to the criminal punishment, and the legendary punishment of hell was endured one by one, and now he has been subjected to the tenth layer.Although it was not herself who was tortured, Yue Qingan felt that sometimes watching others suffer in front of her eyes was also physical and mental torture for herself.Looking at the bloody picture in front of her, Yue Qingan only felt a convulsion in her stomach and wanted to gause.The salt-soaked whip seemed to be whipped on his heart, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain.Every time he stopped, his hand passed through the bodies of those people, and he couldn't touch them.Finally, the boy screamed, and he also woke up from his dream, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Yue Shuran's slightly worried eyes.What's wrong?
Having a nightmare?
Yue Shuran raised her hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at his tearful eyes, and her tightly knit brows tightened a little.Yue Qingan didn't deny it, nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, sniffed, and said with some frustration: I feel like I'm evil, I have been having nightmares lately, and the lingering nightmare really makes him a little exhausted, and he doesn't plan to hide it, so he told Yue Shuran everything one by one.Yue Shuran listened to him very carefully, occasionally taking a sip of the tea in his hand, until he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Yue Qing'an, and said thoughtfully: So, your face has become more and more ugly recently because of these dreams?
Well.Yue Qing'an lay back on the table again, stretched out her hand and flicked the edge of the quilt: Is it Liang Qi's ghost that is making it, or is there really something dirty entangled in me.For Yue Qing'an's question, Yue Shuran didn't say anything, and after a while, he sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled his hand and said: Don't worry about this for now, let's have dinner first!
When we finish eating, let's analyze what the problem is.Well, Yue Qing'an nodded, got up and followed Yue Shuran into the kitchen, and helped him bring out all the food.Yue Qing'an thought that the food was made by Mo Jinzhi, so when he ate, he could finally see people, right?
Who knows, when he followed Yue Shuran to the kitchen, the kitchen was empty.On the table next to him were his favorite meals, still steaming.There was a piece of paper pressed under a plate.Yue Shuran stepped forward in a few steps and picked up the paper, glanced at the words on it, and handed him to Yue Qing'an.They ate and left.His tone was very helpless, and his eyes darkened when he looked at Yue Qing'an: The prince seems to be very busy recently, and every time he casually picks up a few mouthfuls of food and goes out again, I don't know if something happened in the capital.Oh, although I don't want to admit it, Yue Qing'an is really a little lost in her heart at the moment.How busy is it?
I'm so busy that I cook a meal for them when I come back, and I don't even have time to serve it and eat with them?
He casually glanced at the letter in his hand a few times, threw it back on the table, took the food out of the kitchen, and found a place in front of the table and sat down: Let's eat!
Good.Yue Shuran sat down next to him, pinched a chicken wing for him, and then moved his chopsticks himself.Yue Qingan still didn't have much appetite, but he was afraid that Yue Shuran would be too worried, so he forcibly ate a few bites before putting down the chopsticks: I'm full, you use it slowly, I'll go back to the room first.Wait a minute!
Just as Yue Qing'an got up and was about to leave, Yue Shuran stopped him.