The devil attacks me every day

Meng Qi'an almost shouted the word 'Zhuang Nanhai'!

But after the last encounter with Mo Yuan, he didn't know whether Zhuang Nanhai was a human or a demon.

Secondly, he is mainly afraid of death...

The air was deadly silent, and Meng Qi'an felt that even the sound of his breathing was unnecessary.Just when he didn't know whether to advance or retreat, a woman in black

Zizi broke into the room between the two with a crying voice: "Master, he is about to die, why..."

Halfway through speaking, she turned around with hesitation, and met Meng Qi'an's gaze.

It was a delicate, clean, heroic face.

"Little Taoist priest!"

"Faceless water ghost!"

Meng Qi'an said in unison with her.

He actually met her here again!

Meng Qian frightened the faceless water ghost so that its face turned white again and again, and when it seemed that it was about to lose its transformed face, Meng Qian listened to Zhuang Nanhai

He spoke: "Nightmare beasts create dreams?"

The Faceless Water Ghost didn't care about being afraid anymore, and started to choke again, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

will die..."

"Nightmare beast?" Meng Qi'an looked shocked, "Are you talking about the nightmare beast that can dream and devour human memory at any time? Isn't that just from ancient books?"

Is there something... How could it be possible now? "

The Faceless Water Ghost is naturally unwilling to talk to him, and now Zhuang Nanhai doesn't seem like someone who will take the initiative to explain.

Xing walked around the two of them and looked at the collapsed person behind the water ghost.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a slender figure, with two rather flamboyant strands of hair left on his forehead, who else could this be, if not Master Gu Shan from Taoxi Town?

Just now, Meng Qi'an did not mishear Gu Shan's call for help, but how did he appear here?And how was it attacked by the nightmare beast?

He Dapeng, who was hidden in the black umbrella, dripped water and whispered to Meng Qi'an: "Meng, little master Meng...that, that girl...

... "

"It's the faceless water ghost singing in the well, right?" Meng Qi'an rushed to answer.

He Dapeng nodded desperately, "Yes, yes! She, why is she here?"

"..." How did Meng Qi'an know?He also wanted to ask why Zhuang Nanhai was here!

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching from behind, the heavy steps of the person coming, came from the silent ghost domain, even with a slight echo.

Meng Qi'an knew that he was Zhuang Nanhai.

"Nightmare beasts feed on dreams. If there are no dreams, they will create dreams, and if there are no one, they will eat resentful souls and remnants of dreams." His voice sounded deep and thick in the quiet and dilapidated mountain city.

Chong, "Look up at the sky."

Meng Qi'an didn't know whether Zhuang Nanhai was talking to him, but subconsciously raised his head.

On the original black and blue sky, there were faint white shadows floating around, one after another, floating from this section of the ancient city wall to another section of the mountain range.this

The mountain city located in the mountains is old and desolate at the moment. It has not been contaminated by living people for many years. Large sections of the city walls piled up with huge rocks are full of life.

Covered with dark moss, damp and gloomy.

Those white shadows sometimes gather into a larger group of light and shadow, sometimes disperse into dots of starbursts, sometimes stop on dry branches, sometimes linger

In the once lush streets and alleys.

"I'm a god..." He Dapeng only felt that the dark air was very suitable for him to survive as a ghost before, but he never thought that there was such a ghost hidden above the sky.

There were too many wandering souls, and they immediately screamed out in fright: "This, are these all ghosts?"

But those ghosts were different from him.They have no consciousness, no purpose, just wandering in this world instinctively.

Zhuang Nanhai slowly stretched out his hand to catch one of the stars, "There are lingering resentful souls everywhere, and that nightmare beast came because of them."

Xingmang stayed in Zhuang Nanhai's palm for half a moment, and then flew away quickly.

"It's not resentful souls..." Meng Qi'an half-kneeled on the cold stone street, holding out his hands to pick up those unconscious wandering souls, "They're just...

…reluctant to leave home. "

The little white shadow was illusory and fragile, it slowly landed on the white palm of the boy, leaning against him like a tired bird returning to its nest.boy's palm

Gentle, with an innate traction, making it reluctant to leave for a long time.

Even the ghost He Dapeng couldn't help holding his breath, staring at the wandering spirit in the boy's palm with wide eyes.

The faceless water ghost didn't notice the conversation between the two, and just kept crying, "Master...you save him, you save him..."

The white awn perched in Meng Qi'an's palm was frightened, took off and slid towards the blue-black sky.

"Oh..." He Dapeng felt a little pity, "Master Meng, that ghost just liked you very much..."

Meng Qi'an's outstretched hand shook lightly twice in the air, and then he retracted it with nostalgia. He lowered his eyes and smiled, and those beautiful peach blossom eyes smiled.

Two crescent moons, "Yes, they like me very much."

I like him who is still alive, I like the continuation of the original blood, I like the different reunion after a hundred years, I like no matter how they are

Exist, but still share the fetters of fate.

Meng Zhao and Meng Qi'an from Liufeng Mansion are back.

The teenager who was not welcomed by any clansman a hundred years ago was attached by their blood origin a hundred years later.he was half kneeling on the ground

The body is a little weak, it is true to feel grief, and it is also true that the mood is difficult to calm down. It lasted for a long time before I felt that my body had strength, and I stretched out my hand

To touch Gu Shan's forehead.

"Don't touch him." Zhuang Nanhai's hand was faster than his voice, and his ghostly figure flashed in front of Meng Qi'an, gently holding him

wrist, stopping his harmless touch, "If you don't want to fall asleep together, then don't touch him."

The touching skin seemed to be electrocuted, and Meng Qi'an subconsciously shook off Zhuang Nanhai's hand.Zhuang Nanhai's face was covered by the grass, so he couldn't see

Clear expression, but He Dapeng noticed the moment he was thrown away, trembling slightly.

"Then, what should I do?" Meng Qi'an's voice tightened a little, "When his dreams are devoured by the nightmare beast, it will be his soul that is eaten.

"

The faceless water ghost who was burning anxiously beside him cried his heart out, "Let me go, let me come into his dream!...I'm not human, I'm fine,

I'm going to bring him out..."

When she was not frightened, she always had that delicate and heroic face, but now she was crying like pear blossoms and raining, so touching.

But this kind of scene made Meng Qi'an confused. He looked embarrassed, and after he struggled in his mind for a long time, he coughed lightly and asked, "May I take the liberty to ask?"

Next... May I ask this 'girl', who are you?Do you know Gu Shan? "

The Faceless Water Ghost raised her pretty fair face, and shed two lines of tears, "I, I..."

She closed her eyes, wiped away the tears on her face, and replied, "My name is Lu Zhixue, and I'm his...wife."

The author has something to say:

ok i admit i'm short and small

Although, I am short and small but cute (not) ah! !

In fact, it's Kawen (I have nothing to love) + my mentality is a bit broken and I need to adjust it, see you the day after tomorrow!