"Brother is back, shall we rest early?"
After busy work, Xiaodong has already spread the quilt. Usually seniors seldom lie down to sleep peacefully, but today after being tired outside all day, Xiaodong thinks it's better to lie down and have a good night's rest.
"Brother, don't worry about sleeping, I've laid two layers of mattresses underneath to ensure it's soft."
"I'm not tired, you go to sleep."
"I've made it too." Xiaodong made two quilts, and the pillows were also arranged neatly. Xiaodong even smoothed out the wrinkles on the pillows: "Let's go together."
Mo Chen smiled: "OK."
As usual, there is a bowl of calming tea before going to bed. Xiaodong picked up the bowl and gulped it down, then kicked off his shoes, climbed into the quilt first, pulled up the quilt to cover himself, with only his head exposed.
Mo Chen also lay down beside him.
Sure enough, Xiaodong didn't talk too much, the bed with two layers of mattresses was really soft to sleep on.
Not long after lying down, Mo Chen felt movement.
Xiaodong stretched out his hand from his bed, and then sneaked into Mo Chen's bed like a little animal poking its head.
Mo Chen suppressed a smile in the dark, and naturally lowered the hand that was placed on the lower abdomen, and pressed it to the side of the quilt.
Well, it happened to press Xiaodong's hand underneath.
Xiaodong froze for a moment after being pressed by Zhengzheng.
He wanted to tell himself it was a coincidence—but reality was harsh. For a master with such a cultivation level, there is no coincidence.
Mo Chen felt that after Xiaodong froze for a moment, he tried to pretend that nothing had happened, and quietly pulled his hand back.
His arms slowly moved downward.
Xiaodong smokes, smokes again... I can't smoke.
Senior brother actually has such narrow-mindedness sometimes.
But Mo Chen would not chase after him fiercely, and the strength on his arm became lighter again.
As a result, Xiaodong broke the jar this time, not only did not withdraw his hand, but even pushed his whole hand in, scratching with his fingers on the left side and rubbing on the right side.
When he touched Mo Chen's palm, he still didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and his movements froze again.
Mo Chen felt that he carefully grabbed one of his fingers.
It's his little finger.
Then Xiaodong stopped moving.
His hands kept the posture of crossing the boundary, satisfied with this little contact with the elder brother, the calming tea had already worked on him, Xiaodong soon fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Chen could have pulled out his own hand when he fell asleep, and put Xiaodong's out-of-bounds hand back to its original place.
Anyway, under the effect of calming tea, Xiaodong not only finds it difficult to dream, but also won't wake up because of such small movements.
Mo Chen just let him hold it like this.
If this can make Xiaodong feel more at ease.
Considering that Xiaodong has never met his parents since he was a child, although Yun Lie and him are in the name of uncle and nephew, Yun Lie is obviously not a person who will pamper and pamper children. When Mo Chen returned to the mountain, Xiaodong was ill. When Xiaodong was in a daze, if he held onto his hand, he would hold it tightly and would not let go.
He has been looking forward to having someone close to him and someone he can rely on.
Even in his sleep, this reassured him.
Mo Chen closed his eyes, but did not sleep peacefully.
He lay quietly, thinking about the events of the day.
The process is simple. The skills of the people who went today are by no means mediocre. When the demons found out, they had nowhere to escape, and they beat them without saying a word.
Then hit it.
In the end, no one escaped, and more than half of them died under their swords on the spot, and a few were actually restrained, but nothing was pried out of their mouths.
He also killed a few.
Close your eyes, and the scene at that time comes to mind again.
The splattered blood, and those unwilling wailing sounds before dying.
Mo Chen's eyes suddenly went dark the moment he saw the bloody color, and when he recovered to normal, there was only the fallen corpse in front of him.
He didn't know what was going on.
That doesn't seem like a good thing. If there is such a situation next time, and something goes wrong at this critical moment, it may be fatal.
That moment of absentmindedness... the time was really short, from when he swung his sword to when the man fell to the ground, it was only a snap of his fingers.
But at that moment he was completely unconscious, without sensation.
It was as if someone stole that moment from him, or some power replaced him at that moment, causing him to lose control of his body.
This has never happened before.
Perhaps, only when there is blood? But he killed more than one person today, and this happened only once.
Or was it that the devil he killed today was weird
Xiaodong's hand holding him suddenly moved.
Mo Chen opened his eyes and turned to look at him.
Xiaodong didn't move, and his expression seemed calm, but his hand holding Mo Chen's finger tightened suddenly.
"Junior Brother? Junior Brother? Xiaodong?"
Mo Chen called softly.
Xiaodong showed no signs of waking up.
Mo Chen's heart sank.
In this situation... Has the calming tea lost its effect
Mo Chen didn't let go of his hand.
Xiaodong also held him tightly in his dream, and he dreamed of the place that disturbed him and wanted to escape
Or did he encounter some danger in his dream
He was so close, and he could hold him tightly, but it didn't help at all. He can only face Xiaodong's difficulties alone, and Mo Chen can't help him no matter what.
Mo Chen stared at Xiaodong closely, not letting go of any slight changes in his expression.
Xiaodong frowned, except that he was holding Mo Chen's fingers tightly, there was no other abnormality in him.
What does he see now? Have you been hurt? He must be scared
At this moment, Mo Chen wished that he could enter his dream, protect him, and bring him back instead of letting him get lost in a strange and dangerous situation.
After about a cup of tea, Xiaodong's frown slowly relaxed, and his hands were not so tight.
Although the time is not long, for Mo Chen, the time for this cup of tea is extremely long and difficult.
Even though Xiaodong didn't look as uncomfortable as before, Mo Chen still didn't relax.
Because Xiaodong still didn't wake up.
As for Xiaodong at this time, his dream was similar to the previous few times, but this time there was a change.
He saw a person.
The man appeared abruptly, wearing a plain gray robe, with his hair hanging down and tied with a cloth belt. Just looking at the back, one can feel... This person is beautiful.
Yes, the person who appeared in his dream was a woman.
A person suddenly appeared in the unchanging empty place, which made Xiaodong feel more relaxed when he was surprised.
There are living people... It's much better than only the boundless emptiness and death.
But he wasn't stupid either.
Who knows what kind of variable this person is? Is it good or evil
Could he be found if he wasn't careful
Xiaodong didn't dare to get close at all, he just looked at this woman from a distance.
I don't know if the other party has noticed something, but the slow pace of walking forward suddenly stopped.
Xiaodong's heart tightened, wondering if the other party had discovered him.
But in the dream, his figure has always been invisible to others—except for the accident in the Burial Sword Valley, the big brother.
At other times, the dreamer would not be aware of his existence.
Even when Ning Yu was at the stone pagoda that time, only the compass detected something different, and Song Yu himself hadn't noticed it before.
The woman stopped and turned her head slowly.
She is indeed beautiful. Without powder, it looks clean and dust-free, just like a clear and quiet lake.
Xiaodong is sure that he has never seen her.
If he had seen such a face, he would never forget it.
but…
I can't say why, but the look in her eyes made Xiaodong feel a little familiar, like deja vu.
She didn't see anything, she stood silent for a moment, then turned around and continued walking forward.
Xiaodong wanted to know where she came from, and even more wanted to know where she was going.
He couldn't find any doors, windows, or exits here before, and he was extremely anxious when he was trapped, and he wondered if this was inside a formation. If it is a formation, it will be even more difficult to get out from here.
But since someone can come in, then it must be possible to get out here.
In short, some people have variables.
Xiaodong was still afraid.
But don't stop because of fear...
This seems to be what the elder brother told him.
Or did the master tell him
Hey, no matter who said it, Xiaodong bravely followed.
really.
This person is the variable.
Xiaodong followed her, the stairway that would never go far, the gray and empty space that never changed gradually changed.
It's like the mist surrounding the body is gradually dissipating, or... one step out of the chaos.
He is now standing on a long corridor paved with white stones, and there are also white stone pillars on both sides. From a distance, he can see a courtyard full of exotic flowers and plants, and stone lanterns are hidden between the flowers and leaves.
Xiaodong is no longer a country boy who has never seen the world... Well, at least compared to the same year before, he has seen the style of a big sect in Tianji Mountain, and the ostentation of a big city like Beifu City.
but! Whether it is Tianji Mountain or Beifu City, it seems that in terms of grandeur, it is not as good as this place.
Where is this? Surely it's not some unknown barren land, right
He hadn't seen anyone else yet, with such a flash of effort, the woman in front was already going far away.
Xiaodong hurriedly followed.
Passing through a pond full of lotus flowers, and passing through an empty stone pavilion. This pavilion is also carved out of white stone, but... it doesn't look like there is any trace of splicing and stacking. From top to bottom, the whole body looks like it was carved out of a whole huge stone.
Xiaodong didn't know what kind of stone it was, but it looked warm, delicate and flawless, like a high-quality jade.
So what exactly is this place
He glanced up hastily, and there were three characters written on the pavilion——
But he doesn't know any of them!
Xiaodong also knew that his background was poor, but after he became a teacher, he recognized a lot of characters and read a lot of books.
The problem is that the font of the three characters on it is very strange, with so many strokes that he really can't recognize them. (to be continued)