Yan Huan jumped up, forgetting the difference between reality and dreams, and also forgetting his current situation. Everything he saw in the dream made him terrified and crazy.
Maintaining the shape of a dragon, he opened his huge mouth that was big enough to swallow the world, and took Liu Fuguang into his mouth, bringing him into a space that was completely isolated from the outside world.
Liu Fuguang: “…”
Liu Fuguang only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and he was already in endless darkness. The ground under his feet was no longer solid and smooth jade, but some sticky, slippery, and rugged terrain that looked like a throat.
He stood quietly for a long time. Here, Yan Huan's vague sobs and sobs were like wind coming from all directions, spreading everywhere.
Liu Fuguang looked calm, counting the seconds in his mind. After half a quarter of an hour, he could not count the other half, so he decided not to wait any longer. He took out a lotus seed and pressed it on the center of his thumb with the middle finger of his right hand.
Although he has lost his Dao Heart Dantian, he is still a pure Dao body that is one in a million. As long as there is an external object acting as a medium, the spiritual energy contained in his flesh and blood can still be released.
The lotus seeds emitted a crystal clear white light. Liu Fuguang flipped his hand and flicked it, and like a sharp, glowing arrow, the lotus seeds broke through the air, carrying with them the aura of supreme goodness and karma, and "whoosh" into the boundless darkness, like a red-hot iron knife stabbing into the ice and snow. Yan Huan's crying stopped immediately.
The dragon rolled its nine eyeballs slowly, and the slight burning pain woke him up as if from a dream, and he realized what a foolish thing he had done. Yan Huan froze, and his sad crying turned into vague and hesitant humming.
"I, I..."
He opened his mouth awkwardly and let Liu Fuguang out intact. Facing Liu Fuguang's indifferent gaze, the dragon's body shrank smaller and smaller. Finally, Yan Huan was like a python or a bundle of particularly thick black hemp ropes, curled up listlessly and piled at Liu Fuguang's feet.
"I was... having a nightmare, I didn't mean to..."
Liu Fuguang didn't say a word. He climbed onto the bed, sighed tiredly, and then closed his eyes.
I couldn’t fall asleep, so I just closed my eyes and rested, which helped me regain some strength.
Yan Huan didn't dare to say anything, nor did he dare to close his eyes again. After thinking for a while, he plucked up his courage, slightly indulged the strong greed in his heart, and quietly swam to Liu Fuguang's bedside.
The word "Qingqing" was swirled around in his mouth for dozens of times, but he finally swallowed it reluctantly. Yan Huan said softly, "Fu Guang..."
After being called like this, Liu Fuguang looked normal and pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed.
Yan Huan continued, "Fu Guang, I'm sorry to have woken you up. Are you unable to sleep? Let's talk, okay?"
**As usual, there was silence, but Yan Huan seemed to be encouraged. He swallowed and tried to make his voice soft and gentle, like the gurgling of a stream.
"I still remember that you were always the one talking and laughing. I often laughed at your naivety and sentimentality, but I was actually confused in my heart. Why do you always have so many good things to discover and dig up?" Yan Huan said softly, "You don't have to say it now. I'll tell you."
He thought for a long time. In fact, if we really want to share life, we can only share those stories seen through the eyes of the most evil. How can this be considered good? Therefore, Yan Huan racked his brains for a while, and finally hesitantly said: "I have seen a very interesting thing in a small world under Niuzhou in Xihe. There is a country in that place, called 'Muni'. There is a prince in the court who is sensational and boasts that he has a wide range of friends. Not only can he make friends with officials in the same court, but also those people from all walks of life, chickens and dogs, and even beggars begging for food on the street, can gain his short and shallow friendship. However, such a ridiculous behavior has earned him a reputation of being courteous to the wise and humble, but in my opinion, he is just a shabby sedan chair that seeks fame and reputation. Even the cheapest prostitute is more exquisite than him. Sooner or later, this sedan chair will carry a distinguished guest who wants to overturn him."