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Yang Xiaofeng was in the shape of a big character, lying on the door of the first floor of the White Tower.

Then slide slowly to the ground.

Yang Xiaofeng felt as if he had hit an iron wall, his head was buzzing, and the bones in his body were extremely sore as if they were falling apart.

Yang Xiaofeng supported the wall and tried his best to get up. Without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and limped to the light, looking up at two blurred figures pulling on it.

The two were arguing, Ji Songze seemed to be emotional, and pushed forward. In a panic, the long-haired girl was pushed to the ground without standing still. Ji Songze was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down and reached out to help she.

When he got up again, the whole person had been forced to retreat to the window.

Yang Xiaofeng watched the woman's bright red finger pointing at Ji Songze's nose as if threatening, Ji Songze reached out to push it away, but the woman dodged it lightly, her slender fingers fluttered up and down, shining with light, forming a magic circle.

Ji Songze seemed to be frightened, and fled forward in a panic, but was easily caught by the woman.

Then he was thrown out without hesitation, the magic circle enveloped Ji Songze's body, and glaring red lights passed through his body, Ji Songze seemed to be in pain, his body shrank into a ball and let out a miserable scream.

Yang Xiaofeng stepped forward to catch Ji Songze, but it was in vain.

Ji Songze passed straight through him like this, and hit the ground with a "tong".

Yang Xiaofeng took two steps back, staring blankly at Ji Songze lying face up, his eyes closed, his hands and feet twisted unnaturally as if he had broken a bone, the most serious injury should be at the back of his head, with streams of blood oozing He came out, dyed his white clothes red, and stained to Yang Xiaofeng's feet.

Standing in the pool of blood, Yang Xiaofeng looked at the dying Ji Songze, without the anger or sadness he imagined in his heart.

Maybe it's because he clearly knows that this is a dream, what he sees now is illusory, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't change the fact.

But he felt the warm blood on the soles of his feet becoming more and more sticky, and the feeling was real, but it didn't seem like a dream.

The lights on the fourth floor were still on. Yang Xiaofeng stood there and looked up. The woman had long hair hanging down her shoulders and stood against the light, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

The woman poked her head out of the window and looked around for a while, looking at the dark surroundings, covered her mouth and looked at Ji Songze with a silent smile.

A translucent white mist has condensed on Ji Songze's body, barely gathering into a vague human figure, which is Ji Songze's spiritual body.

The soul that had just been forcibly stripped out by the spell was still not stable, and fluttered a few times in the night wind, as if it would disperse at any moment. Yang Xiaofeng looked at the hazy white shadow, and tried to support him with trembling hands.

A red light flashed in the air and hit Ji Songze straight.

The soul that had just formed was dispersed in an instant, and a few wisps of white mist passed through Yang Xiaofeng's body like this.

The blood under his feet was still warm, but the soul fragments passing through Yang Xiaofeng's body were extremely cold.

Ji Songze still had a sliver of desire to survive, and his soul still tenaciously gathered towards his body after being scattered.

Knowing that it would not affect anything in this illusion, Yang Xiaofeng took a few steps back, thinking that this would make his soul gather faster.

He didn't expect that at the moment when Ji Songze's soul was about to re-form, another red light flashed from upstairs.

Yang Xiaofeng looked up and saw the woman waving her arms, dancing around as if she had discovered something very interesting.

The frequency of the red light chopping down was getting faster and faster. The woman upstairs seemed to enjoy the process very much. Yang Xiaofeng couldn't hear or see clearly, but he had already imagined the smug smile on her face.

Yang Xiaofeng wasn't angry when Ji Songze fell from the window, but now his anger was tinged with despair, full of a sense of powerlessness towards reality.

What kind of person could do such a thing.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't know what kind of grievances there was between Ji Songze and her. In his perception, the woman pushed him downstairs and cast a spell, which was enough to vent her anger.

What she is doing now is just to see Ji Songze's soul disperse and gather again.

This woman is just there for fun.

Yang Xiaofeng turned his head to look at the souls floating around but trying to gather towards the body, and couldn't help thinking sadly: how painful Ji Songze will be if the spirit body is broken up again and again.What has he gone through to become what he is now.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became. Yang Xiaofeng looked up at the fourth floor, as if he was looking at a big mountain. He just wanted to grab this woman, pinch her neck and ask her why. It is best to cast these spells on her body. body, and ask her what it feels like.

Yang Xiaofeng held his breath in his chest, and felt that his whole body was about to explode. When he came back to his senses, his feet had already left the ground, and he flew up lightly.

He didn't think too much, and rushed directly towards the lighted window on the fourth floor. When he got in front of the woman, before he could see her face clearly, he grabbed her collar and punched her face.

The sound of the fist hitting the flesh, Yang Xiaofeng actually hit it with this blow.

The woman had no expression on her face, her eyes were dull, and she didn't fight back. She was at the mercy of others like a doll. "

Yang Xiaofeng was furious and didn't realize this. He jumped into the window, and a yellow light went straight to the opposite door. His psychic energy became stronger and stronger, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be erupting.

"Why did you do this? Why? Isn't it enough that he is neither human nor ghost now?"

There was no sound on the other side, but if you observe carefully, you will find that the woman's facial features began to blur, and finally disappeared slowly, becoming a faceless person.

Only then did Yang Xiaofeng feel that something was wrong, and hastily withdrew his psychic energy, grabbing the woman's shoulder and crying: "Don't, don't, get up. Tell me why. Tell me how to save him."

The woman's body also became limp, and her arms hung down limply, as if she was really a big rag doll without facial features. No matter how Yang Xiaofeng moved, she no longer responded.

Yang Xiaofeng wiped away his tears and looked around weakly, not knowing what to do.

"Xiaofeng, Yang Xiaofeng, wake up quickly."

Hearing Ji Songze's familiar voice, Yang Xiaofeng's mind gradually cleared up, and he patted his chest and told himself not to be nervous, it was just a dream.

Ji Songze had no confidence in the matter of the resurrection, and was anxious to spend more time with Yang Xiaofeng, so he insisted on bringing up the progress of restoring the spirit body. Su Yu asked him to rest for a while before leaving, but he also refused.

On the way, Ji Songze calculated happily: It is still midnight, Yang Xiaofeng must not have woken up yet, as long as he is still by his side, he will feel at ease.Yang Xiaofeng's sleeping appearance is very good, there is only the sound of shallow breathing, and the whole person curls up obediently. When Ji Songze can't sleep in the middle of the night, he will lie opposite him and watch quietly.

He should be happy to see himself in the dormitory when he wakes up in the morning.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ji Songze stepped into the 405 dormitory, he heard Yang Xiaofeng's breathing was very disordered, the quilt was kicked aside, his hands and feet were dancing wildly, and his mouth was opened wide as if he was shouting.

Knowing something was wrong, Ji Songze teleported to the side of the bed, and conveniently placed an enchantment to separate the surrounding area, in case there was too much noise, the three roommates woke up, then bent down and reached out to pat Yang Xiaofeng to wake him up.

Yang Xiaofeng seemed to be entangled in a nightmare, frowned, opened his mouth a few times, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Xiaofeng, Yang Xiaofeng, wake up quickly."

Ji Songze grabbed Yang Xiaofeng's wildly waving hands and called anxiously in a low voice: "Wake up quickly."

When Yang Xiaofeng woke up, he only felt a cloud of water vapor in front of his eyes. He stretched out the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, only to find that Ji Songze was half kneeling on the bed and calling his name.

Yang Xiaofeng sat up and swallowed, Ji Songze was about to ask what happened, but Yang Xiaofeng rushed towards Ji Songze whimpering.

Only when he held him in his arms, Yang Xiaofeng felt that he had come out of the dream.

Ji Songze is about the same height as Yang Xiaofeng, but his frame is thinner, so it fits well in his arms.Yang Xiaofeng buried his head on his shoulder, and finally couldn't help crying.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Ji Songze patted him on the back to comfort him.

"I saw that night, you were lying there like you were going to die."

When Yang Xiaofeng thought of Ji Songze lying in a pool of blood, he clasped his arms tighter and tighter, crying even harder.

Ji Songze didn't understand this nonsensical words at all, he just thought he was having a terrible nightmare about himself, he still patted him with his hand, and twisted his waist again, Yang Xiaofeng hugged him too tightly, he felt strangled It hurts.

Feeling Ji Songze's small movements, Yang Xiaofeng let go of his hands like a child who made a mistake, stopped crying and wiped his eyes, his hands covered with tears and snot.

Seeing that Yang Xiaofeng's mood gradually calmed down, Ji Songze patted his back again, and asked softly, "I'm here, I won't die."

"No," Yang Xiaofeng stopped crying, but his voice was still nasal, "It was the night you were pushed downstairs."

When Ji Songze heard it, his movements froze: "Xiaofeng, it's a dream, don't be afraid. I'm right here."

"I'm not afraid, but I hate, hate that woman, and hate myself."

"You were only young at that time, and it's none of your business to hate yourself for what you do." Ji Songze couldn't help rubbing his messy hair, "Or it had nothing to do with you in the first place."

"It does matter," Yang Xiaofeng grabbed Ji Songze's hand and said stubbornly, "You are my boyfriend, and your business is my business."

"Okay, okay. Don't think about it any more. Things will be all right."

Yang Xiaofeng nodded vigorously, took a breath and said again: "This dream is very strange. I have had nightmares before, but it is not so real."

"Maybe you've been too tired recently and thought too much."

"No, I don't think it's a dream at all, it's a fact, it's a reappearance of what happened 13 years ago." Yang Xiaofeng shook his head, rubbed his temples and expressed his inference.

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