The villain's palm pet's vest fell off again

Chapter 11 Whispering in a Dream
As the night gradually deepened, Li Duanyang asked Xiu'er to go down to rest, and he also lay on Chang Ling's bed.

The quilt on the bed is clean and soft, without any extra odor.

Li Duanyang is still acceptable.

As soon as I was free, a lot of doubts emerged in my mind.

When she traveled here, Chang Ling should not have died. Now that she occupies Chang Ling's body, where did Chang Ling go?

Could Chang Ling's soul be swapped with hers?She has become Chang Ling in the book world, will Chang Ling become her in the real world?
If this is the case, Chang Ling must be more exposed than her. At least she still knows part of the plot, but Chang Ling doesn't know anything.

If it is really the exchange of identities, I hope that after Chang Ling crosses over, he can treat her relatives kindly and do filial piety for her.

While thinking wildly, the nerves that had been tense all day gradually relaxed, and Li Duanyang fell asleep unknowingly.

When he was in a drowsy sleep, Li Duanyang suddenly found that he couldn't move his body, just like the "ghost pressing the bed" that old people used to say.

Consciousness gradually came to him, but his body was still unable to move. When he wanted to open his eyes, his eyelids seemed to be stuck with glue. Li Duanyang began to panic in his heart.

His face was flushed red, and he wanted to greet Xiu'er outside, but he couldn't make any sound.

His body seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and the oxygen in his chest was squeezed out little by little.

Li Duanyang lay on the bed like a fish out of water.

"Hurry up, leave Chang's house quickly."

"If you don't go, you will die!"

"Take Xiu'er and leave together. Xiu'er's deed of prostitution is in the hands of the eldest lady."

"Go to the Yuelao Temple in the south of the city to meet someone on the Double Ninth Festival."

"..."

Suddenly, an anxious voice appeared in the ear.

The voice was erratic and inaudible, but it could only be vaguely distinguished as a woman's voice.

"Who are you? Are you Chang Ling? Why do you want me to leave Chang's house quickly?" Li Duanyang asked in his heart.

"Go, go..."

But the voice next to her ear ignored her at all, and just kept chanting some intermittent sentences in her ear.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Li Duanyang lying on the bed rolled his eyes and kicked his legs straight. It seemed that there was only breath left, but no breath.

Suddenly, the gravity on Li Duanyang's body suddenly lightened, and a large amount of air was poured into his chest and lungs, causing tingling pain in his internal organs.

Li Duanyang sat up from the bed gasping for breath, looked around, but saw nothing.

That voice seemed to appear in her ears out of thin air.

Is the speaker really Chang Ling?
Is there any secret hidden in Chang Ling?
It was already getting bright outside.

In my mind, the words left by that voice still surround me.

"Leaving Chang's house, I will definitely leave."

"I went to meet someone on the Double Ninth Festival, who is that? Does it have anything to do with Chang Ling?"

Li Duanyang's mind was in a mess, he sighed while holding his forehead, lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.

As soon as there was a little noise in her room, rustling sounds came from outside, and then there was a knock on the door, and Xiu'er's voice came from outside, "Miss, are you awake? Do you want to wash up now?"

Li Duanyang rubbed his forehead and opened his mouth to let Xiu'er in.

I don't know what else will happen. With Xiu'er by my side, I can have many companions.

When Xiu'er came in with the toiletries, Li Duanyang found that Xiu'er's swollen cheeks had subsided a lot. It seemed that the aloe vera juice was still very useful.

(End of this chapter)