The autumn rain is getting heavier, crackling and dripping from the sky, weaving the night into a cold rain curtain.
The white frost deviated from the umbrella, looked left and right by the dim light of the lantern, shook his head and sighed.
"It's cold again tonight."
She frowned and muttered, raising her hand to withdraw the Sun Flint from the bush leaf into the snail's shell.
In this rain, the dew wrapped in the sun's particles was as steady as a rock, neither rolling down nor melting in the raindrops.
From the time the hoarfrost put it down to the present, there has not even been a half-point change in position.
"Wait!"
The Tailed Fire Tiger suddenly shouted in her heart, and the "shock" that she hadn't felt for a long time pierced through the hoarfrost like rolling thunder, and even her eyes trembled.
The umbrella in his hand fell lightly, lying silently on the ground, the umbrella face down, the umbrella bone facing the sky.
I was shocked by the sound of the Tailed Fire Tiger, but the umbrella in my hand fell and I was startled by the sudden appearance of a red halo.
That's right, the dream spider that White Frost has been painstakingly searching for and trying to "fish" has finally appeared!
Fortunately, after this period of cultivation, with the assistance of pills and Dawn Wine, her heart pulse has more than doubled.
The shock of the Tailed Fire Tiger did not hurt the heart and viscera, but it still quickly said sorry, and quickly checked Bai Shuang's body to feel at ease.
However, White Frost didn't bother with this for the time being, she was more interested in the small things that suddenly appeared.
Just as the Tailed Fire Tiger's "slow" sound rushed into her mind, White Frost saw that there was an additional red circle of light directly opposite the Sun Flame in the night.
The sleek aperture is as thin as an embroidered thread, and the color is like a reddish charcoal fire, or the kind with a shimmer!
In the blink of an eye, the outer layer of the aperture creates another aperture, and at the same time, more than a dozen straight lines appear on the edge of the first aperture in all directions, and each additional aperture connects a layer of aperture.
In an instant, a red "spider web" has appeared.
A little girl with delicate hair in a bun, with a high palm, appeared out of thin air in a red dress, holding a red "spider silk" in her hand Tingting fell in the middle of the web.
When the aperture was touched, the red thread in the demon's hand disappeared abruptly.
After the inspection, the Tailed Fire Tiger looked at everything in front of him through the eyes of the white frost, and said unhurriedly: "The dream spider you 'fished' is undoubtedly her." ” Really......
White Frost lowered her head, ignoring the rain that fell on her, and looked in amazement at the little demon who was standing on tiptoe on the silk mesh and gracefully walked to the edge of the bushes.
Suddenly, she jumped coldly from the outermost circle.
"Hey......"
Bai Shuang looked at this little monster dressed like a bride dumbfounded, why did he jump into the net as soon as he met?!
Just when she was dumbfounded, the little demon shot out a glowing red line in his hand again with lightning speed, and firmly "sticked" to the edge of the outermost circle, while the little demon himself was like an elf swinging, dangling above the bushes.
Call......
The white frost breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the autumn rain on his forehead.
"Human, is this the flint of the sun that you offered me?"
The little demon raised her head, and the delicate little face the size of the fingernail of the white frost's thumb looked at her excitedly.
The little demon pointed to the flint of the sun, and the other hand was still pulling the "spider silk".
Dream spider, dream spider, this little monster can't be a spider spirit, right?!
Bai Shuang thought in astonishment as he said, "Well, if you like it, take it."
She stretched out her index finger and ran it over the green leaves, bringing the ball of dew to her fingertips and handing it to the little demon.
The little demon opened his red lips wide, and reached out to hug the dew drop with a surprised face, yes, it was hugged.
Affected by her thoughts, the Tailed Fire Tiger shook his head in Bai Shuang's heart: "Although the dream spider has the word 'spider' in her name, she is not a spider demon.
It's a 'weaving' demon, and the category is called a dream spider.
The name of her own demon, I guess I don't have it.
It's called a dream spider. ” "Such a big sun flint is enough for me to eat for a year!
Human, do you have any regrets that you want to mend, or do you want to weave a dream that remembers reality completely?
” The little demon happily tightened the silk thread, and her whole body rose accordingly, and finally flew high, and when she fell back again, she immediately glued the dew to the net: "Although you are a human being, I can make an exception to fulfill your wish to weave a dream." ” Huh?
"What do you mean?"
White Frost asked the Tailed Fire Tiger in his head.
The latter also looked at the little demon with a sincere gaze from the eyes of the white frost, and said slowly: "The dream spider is a little monster dedicated to weaving dreams for monsters and repairing regrets in their hearts, and their strength is slight.
If this kind of ability is used on people, it will consume half of its demonic power and reduce its lifespan sharply. ” Half-life demon power?
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White frost was stunned, just for such a bite?!
"Hey, human, why don't you speak?
Your umbrella has fallen to the ground.
The dream spider waved at her vigorously, and her small body jumped on the net hard, and the height of the bounce was almost as high as a jaw of white frost.
The raindrops let go of her as if they had eyes, and they turned around and fell without even touching the wire net.
The little demon's clothes like charcoal flew in front of the white frost's eyes, and under the flying red dress, the white snow-like undershirt was particularly conspicuous, making the little demon alive and making up a vibrant flower, flying up and down.
Bai Shuang didn't turn her head to look at the oil-paper umbrella, she stretched out her hand in front of the dream spider: "I do have a desire to weave dreams, but not for myself, but for a monster." ” "Youkai?
That's fine.
I'll go with you.
The dream spider jumped on the palm of the white frost, and with a twist of the snow-white slender wrist like the thin leaves of the spring onion, the web that spread out between the fluttering red clothes disappeared.
Like coals of fire that have been burned out, they are extinguished in the rain.
What a simple-minded little monster, White Frost picked up the umbrella, put the dream spider on his shoulder, and carried the lantern before stepping on the water and leaving.
The night rain is like weaving, the lonely lamp is dim, and the girl holding the oil-paper umbrella is getting farther and farther.
The Tailed Fire Tiger looked at the vast night with her, and said casually: "Do you only weave dreams for the stone demon?"
What about your master?
Didn't you think about helping him repair his broken heart?
” It was something that White Frost said in her heart, and the dream spider standing on her shoulder would not hear it.
But when Baishuang heard it, the words were clear, with the meaning of questioning.
She pursed her lips and walked far before answering in her heart.
"Time can repair hearts, but it can't repair lives." "......"
Tailed Fire Tiger lay in her heart, although she didn't say anything, the corners of her mouth turned up.
This girl still has a little conscience, and it may be good to be a demon in the future, but I don't know what Cao will think.
Such an interesting person, will she live a little longer?
Its eyelids grew heavier, and it fell asleep with a big yawn open mouth.
In my ears, the sound of hoarfrost walking in the rain lingered for a long time......
However, there was another voice chattering on the shoulders of the white frost.
Dream Spider is like a chatterbox that has been holding back for a long time, enthusiastically selling to Baishuang the types of dreams she weaves - past, present, reality, unreal, there are many types, you can choose.
There is no weaving, only the unexpected.