The candles flickered, and the warm yellow halo was soft and warm, enveloping the small room.
The towering Zhu Lan, the light-colored curtains fluttering gently, the glazed screen is full of brilliance, and the clusters of flowers are competing for splendor, delicate and moist, reflecting the spring scenery on one side of the pool.
A light golden bee flew leisurely, slowly stopped on the edge of the basin, and then flew up quickly, avoiding the flying spray.
A tiny flame was burning under the bathtub, it was beautiful crystal blue, and upon closer inspection, it was actually pieces of crystal clear crystal stones, and profound energy danced within the transparent crystal stones, like jubilant flames.
There are green spiritual leaves floating on the water surface, overflowing with a faint fragrance.
Xie Ziyou stared blankly at himself sitting in the bathtub, the water glistened down his condensed black hair, dripped onto his shoulders, his skin seemed to be covered with a layer of oil, reflecting the dim light of the candle, the neck was warmed The water evaporates, showing a beautiful crimson color.
… what a shame.
Xie Ziyou wanted to cover his eyes, his cheeks were so hot, he caught the system and growled: "What's going on, he peeked at me taking a shower?"
These can't be dreams.
Everyone's dream is to modify the pictures they have experienced and seen. If Xie Ziyou hadn't traveled from the 21st century and seen row upon row of bustling cities, Wuminghua would not have been able to transform into a frozen city to fake tragedies. make him despair.
Not to mention that this dream is very realistic, every stroke on the screen is detailed, and even the system appears in real life, perfectly recreating the scene of two people playing in the water.
The reality of the situation and the meticulous details almost made Xie Ziyou think that Xie Heng installed a camera in his bathroom.
After a long silence, the system cautiously said: "Youyou, is it because the illusions are interlinked? Wuminghua extracts details from your mind and piece them together, so as to create a more realistic dream for Xie Heng?"
It hadn't finished speaking, and the world was spinning in front of Xie Ziyou.
The angle of view turned sharply, and he felt himself being grabbed by a warm hand and thrown into the pool.
Gululu's bubbles floated up, while Xie Ziyou sank slowly.
An even more impactful picture was presented in front of him, still with exquisite details and perfect details, even a small mole on his shoulder and back was clearly outlined.
The black hair is fluttering, the skin is radiant underwater, and the ripples are everywhere, like a dream.
Xie Ziyou's voice trembled, and he said in disbelief, "System, is this also memory splicing?"
How can this be
When did he sneak into his bathtub and watch from such a perspective
The system also had a headache. One person and one system pondered for a long time. Suddenly, a stream of light flashed through Xie Ziyou's mind. The young man suddenly raised his head and said in a daze, "Sword bone!"
This is the perspective of the sword bone!
The sword bone is not life, it is impossible to be pulled into the illusion, and the memory splicing is self-defeating.
There is only one possibility left.
No matter how unbelievable it is, Xie Ziyou has to admit that there may be a special connection between the protagonist and the sword bone, and he can use the perspective of the sword bone to monitor his every word and deed!
unacceptable.
Xie Ziyou covered his hot cheeks, and gritted his teeth, thinking, this bastard looks like a dog, what kind of gentleman is he pretending to be, and he is behind his back... He is really shameless and shameless.
This bastard took all the cheapness.
Even if you are an old man, you can't play like this!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he hated that Xie Heng's figure was not within his field of vision, otherwise he would have to rush forward and slap him with a big ear photon.
Fortunately, not long after, a soft call came from a distance, and an unfamiliar female voice said: "My lord, the auspicious time has come."
The screen in front of Xie Ziyou turned again.
He saw himself standing in the brightly lit hall, dressed in a luxurious, vermilion brocade robe embroidered with elegant gold trim, and the exquisite hibiscus pattern overflowing under the colored lights.
Her black hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, her eyes were pale and glazed, and there was a slight smile on her red lips. She was tall and elegant, with a leisurely appearance.
Red candles were hung high, and big red happy characters were pasted on the door. A faint blush was reflected on the young man's fair cheeks, and blurred between the delicate eyebrows and eyes, turning into an unconcealable joy.
Xie Ziyou slowly put out a question mark in his heart.
What's going on here
Could it be... Xie Heng's most terrified scene is that he did not accept his love, but instead married someone else
Although Xie Ziyou was worried about Xie Heng's state, but thinking about this, he couldn't help but raise his jaw slightly, feeling a little proud.
What this person cares about the most is himself.
But in the next second, a figure striding towards the door broke Xie Ziyou's guess. Xie Heng's feet were blown by wind, and the hem of his brocade robe fluttered as he walked. The eyes are shining like stars.
Seeing the figure standing still in the room, Xie Heng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help raising his breath to leap forward. The short steps from entering the door to entering the hall actually caused him to use his profound energy to shorten a few seconds.
The air bubble in Xie Ziyou's heart was punctured with a "pop".
He watched himself in the phantom being embraced by Xie Heng, his cheeks were twinkling, and he kissed the boy.
The scene changed silently, the two kissed each other, and fell sideways on the bed.
The golden thread red is arched, and suppressed gasps and forbearable moans gradually come from below, thin and shallow, like a kitten.
The big red wedding candles were lit all night, and the low humming sounded all night.
Until the end of the long night, there was a gleam of light in the sky.
Xie Ziyou's blood was rushing all over his body, and he could almost hear the beating heartbeat in his ears - he knew it was an illusion, but the "Xie Ziyou" in the dream was too real, his eyebrows and eyes almost mirrored his face, watching this erotic palace was like being in a look in the mirror.
Countless mixed memories of the previous life echoed in the boy's mind, and behind each picture was a happy time.
The memory gradually overlapped with the picture in front of him. The eyes of "Xie Ziyou" in the phantom were raised, the back of his neck was smeared with red, and there were fine teardrops hanging on his long eyelashes like crow feathers. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to wet sweat , with a beautiful arc stretched from the neck to the back, like a winding snow line, and like a swan's neck, it is very attractive.
"Is this a nightmare?"
Xie Ziyou covered his ears tightly, and yelled, "System, open your eyes and see, is this the scariest thing?"
This is clearly called "I don't know I'm a guest in my dream"!
The system also had a headache, moved out the heavy data in the system space, searched carefully for a long time, and pointed out the definitions and descriptions of "Wu Ming Hua" and "Styx" to Xie Ziyou.
One person, one system, big eyes to small eyes, looking at each other in blank dismay.
"Wait a little longer," the system said helplessly, "Youyou, wait a little longer. The speed of time passing in dreams is different from that of the outside world. These may be just foreshadowing, and there are deep meanings hidden behind them. Don't worry."
Xie Ziyou wanted to fuck his deep meaning, there was no deep meaning, it was clearly someone's sperm.
The young man bowed his head deeply, covered his hot cheeks, and tried his best to ignore the sexy moan that floated into his ears, his hands were tightly twisted together, his knuckles tensed.
He can't wait to perform a craniotomy on the two people who rolled on the bed.
But what the system said makes sense. If Wuminghua really aims at the most vulnerable part of the heart and strikes with all his strength, then these are just foreshadowing, and the most important part has not yet come.
Be patient, Xie Ziyou said to himself, be patient.
…and then he was forced to watch the second night, the third night… the seventh night.
The passage of time in the dream was indeed different, as if it was just a short moment, and as if seven days had passed, Xie Ziyou huddled in a corner in a trance, trying to rub his dark circles away, and said dejectedly: "System, I want to kill someone."
So decadent.
At first, he was simply watching. Later, Xie Ziyou gradually discovered that the longer he stayed in the illusion, his spirit would gradually sink, and he would quietly approach the illusion.
Especially in this dream, there is an illusion based on him.
In the last night, Xie Ziyou almost possessed the illusion, instead of communicating with him, every warm kiss of Xie Heng actually fell on his lips, which was so numb and intoxicating.
The young man has handsome features, black eyes full of affection, and because of practicing sword all the year round, his hands have thin calluses.
Being looked at affectionately by a pair of familiar deep eyes, the slightly rough fingertips gripped his wrist, and opened his five fingers one by one, Xie Ziyou trembled all over, and the stimulation like an electric shock ran along the nerve center, making it difficult to hold on.
Come again tonight
If things go on like this, what's the deal
The system was so helpless, it had no choice but to comfort Xie Ziyou: "Calm down, don't be impulsive. You're enjoying yourself, right? I think the phantom was very unfamiliar at first, but it has become more enthusiastic and active these days..."
"What nonsense!" Xie Ziyou blushed and said viciously, "That's an illusion, not me!"
The system didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said softly: "Okay, okay, it's not you, it's all the fault of the illusion."
Xie Ziyou turned his head away, grinding his teeth hard.
For seven days, the two of them didn't do anything, just lay on the bed and did it.
Simply insane.
But on the seventh day, it was different.
The fog billowed, the picture turned sharply, and the morning light was twilight. Xie Heng changed his clothes, which were dark brown in spirit, with low-key dark gold patterns embroidered on the cuffs.
He seemed to have just trekked dozens of miles of mountain roads, his neat short boots were covered with dust, but the gold buckle was still shiny, his hair was blown by the mountain wind, scattered around his ears, messy and sexy.
As soon as he entered the room, the young man couldn't wait, and went straight to Xie Ziyou, the phantom, and said cheerfully: "Youyou, I brought you a gift!"
The phantom turned around curiously, raised its eyebrows slightly: "What gift?"
"you guess?"
Mirage frowned slightly: "... I don't guess."
"Then give me a kiss."
The real Xie Ziyou watched as the two of them kissed each other with their greasy crooked eyes. There was also a moist and warm touch on his lips, as if something was gently sucking his lips, and then deftly penetrated inside, along the neat teeth. The seams are constantly licking and prying.
Xie Ziyou had a fever in his ears, and he covered his slightly swollen lips.
Unable to speak, he winked and complained silently to the system: It's too much!
The system said gently: "Ah, ah, it's been so many days since we kissed, this one is not bad."
"It's not about how many kisses!" Xie Ziyou squeezed out a few words through the gap between his teeth, "It's too time-consuming. There was a movie in my previous life. It said that someone died in a dream, and he would wake up in reality. How about you Give me the full TN/T and let's fuck the fuck up..."
"Wait, Youyou, don't be impulsive!" The system hurriedly said, "This is not a simple dream, remember the frost marks on your arm?"
Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback.
Right.
If the scene here can be reversed to reality, he can't take drastic methods of awakening Xie Heng.
Otherwise, Xie Heng in reality would be blown to a bloody mess, and he would have no place to cry.
... But it's not the way to keep doing this
Xie Ziyou covered his kissed mouth, with complicated emotions, watching Xie Heng and the phantom tender enough, his slender hands reached into the skirt of his clothes, and took out something preciously.
It was a cluster of spiritual grass.
The blades of grass are in the shape of sharp little swords, with wonderful dao patterns suspended all over the body, swaying without wind.
The colorful lights flowed from the roots of the grass, gorgeous and colorful, and as soon as the whole cluster of grass leaves was taken out, the light illuminated the entire room.
Xie Heng held the blade of grass carefully, handed it to the phantom cherishingly, and said gently: "This is the legendary sword grass, which only grows in the ancient realm of secret space that opens every hundred years, and has many benefits for those who cultivate swords... eh Be careful! The blades of grass are sharp, you should hold the grass roots here, don't cut your hands, I will feel bad."
Zhen Xie Ziyou watched eagerly, and saw that the delicate blade of grass, which was a hundred times brighter than jewels, was gently lifted up and placed in the palm of the phantom with care.
Damn, sour.
Xie Ziyou felt that his heart was bleeding, he grabbed the system, and said fiercely: "He never gave me a gift!"
"...No way?" The system was puzzled, "Guan Heng has been with you for a hundred years and hasn't given you a gift?"
Xie Ziyou said angrily: "That was the last world, not this world, it was Guan Heng, not Xie Heng!"
"... Aren't they all the same?"
"How can it be the same!"
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth hard, looked at Xie Heng with a very unfriendly gaze, thinking about you bastard, I will wait for you.
How do you explain going out of the illusion.
On the other side, Mirage took the spirit grass and looked at it for a while, but he lacked interest.
He casually put the spirit grass aside, waved at Xie Heng, and smiled slightly: "What a coincidence, I also have a gift for you."
Xie Heng was pleasantly surprised, and happily stepped forward—
Xie Ziyou's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of uneasiness enveloped him instantly. He subconsciously raised his head, regardless of whether Xie Heng could hear him, and shouted: "Don't go there!"
"Stab—"
It's too late.
Xie Heng kept leaning forward, his back suddenly tensed!
His pupils constricted in disbelief, and he stared blankly at the clear and handsome face that was so close to the illusion. The false "Xie Ziyou" nestled in his arms, with crooked eyebrows and a sweet smile.
Bai Bai held a sharp knife in his hand.
The knife glowed brightly, with a cold light flashing, and it penetrated deeply into Xie Heng's waist.