Born short-lived

The so-called witchcraft is nothing more than refining the remnant soul of the Vulcan from the broken jade beads at the most cloudy moment at night, using vegetation as the medium, but this medium can't last long, Dong Sheng must take it in time to catch up with the remnant Absorb the soul before it dissipates.

Zhou Zirong knew that there was no way to explain to him the matter of eating other people's souls into his stomach, so he didn't tell him the specific content of the witchcraft from the beginning, only saying that it was some spiritual power left by Vulcan in the broken jade beads back then. It just so happens that it hasn't finished yet, and this meeting can be regarded as the return of thousands of streams.

Since Dong Sheng didn't know about the "remnant soul" at all, so he didn't suspect him, but just said with emotion - it would be great if he could see Vulcan himself with his own eyes again, no matter what, thank you.

Zhou Zirong teased the question of whether he was prematurely aging, and began to hurt the spring and the autumn. Dong Sheng's face was a little bit unstoppable by his words, and he rolled his eyes.

Zhou Zirong thought to himself: In fact, you have seen him a long time ago, and you will never have to thank him.

He is already very happy.

That night, Jiang Huailan chose the place on the high platform of Yueming Palace, surrounded by gauze tents one foot high, Zhou Zirong, as a "miscellaneous person", did not approach him, and could only wait in the air corridor fifty steps away .

Thinking about it, it makes people laugh and cry, it is obviously his own remnant soul, and he can't see with his own eyes how it was swallowed by others.

The white crystal psychic palace lantern hanging in the corridor swayed slightly in the night wind, emitting a clear light like cold water.

He looked at the high platform under the moonlight in the distance, and the gauze curtain moved as if a god descended from the sky. He thought that he could at least feel the loss of the last ray of soul... but he found that he had no longer felt it at all.

The last part of him as a god is also completely gone, and he is a prison in the hustle and bustle of the world, guarding his only obsession.

Next to him, Luo Chi babbled on what he had seen and heard along the way, and eight out of ten sentences were complaining about Yuan Li's "slate face".

Zhou Zirong's eyes were always floating on the high platform in the distance, and he didn't know how to hear a few words, but finally reached out and patted Luo Chi on the back of the neck after the movement over there stopped: "Yuan Li, take him back first." have a rest."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the high platform quickly, Luo Chi was puzzled for a while, but when he turned his head, he realized what Zhou Zirong said - Yuan Li had been standing quietly behind them not far away, Leaning on the pillar with arms folded, he looked at him with that expressionless face like a "bluestone slab".

Luo Chi: "..."

When Zhou Zirong rushed to the high platform, the witchcraft had already been performed, and Dong Sheng had already fallen asleep after eating the grass and wood pill containing the soul of Vulcan. Jiang Huai Lan half-kneeled beside the soft couch and pinched his wrist to feel his pulse: " It's all right, take it back and have a good rest."

As he spoke, he was about to call the guards below to come up, but Zhou Zirong raised his hand to stop him: "I'll carry him down."

Eunuch Lin, who was waiting under the Yueming Terrace, narrowed his triangular eyes, and saw the prince walking down with one arm behind his back, his heart jumping into his throat like a rabbit whose tail has been stepped on. Son: "Ouch! My lord! You can't do it, my lord! Put your majesty down quickly... Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai hey

Jiang Huailan lifted up the light gauze curtain in front of her eyes, and Zhou Zirong under the high stage was surrounded by a group of people and was led in by Dong Sheng from the back door of the bedroom. She moved her neck that was a little stiff from not moving for a long time, and by the way, raised her head. He looked at the moon tonight.

It's not the most perfect, but it's still full of brilliance.

She smiled wryly.

That night was the last time Dongsheng had the dream about Jinyun in the sea of ​​flames. It was still a sea of ​​burning flames as far as he could see. A man in ancient armor walked through the burning sea of ​​flames, slowly walk towards him.The hot fire distorted the air, Dong Sheng felt no pain in his dream, and frowned, trying to see the appearance of the person clearly.

Vulcan walked up to him, under the red-lighted helmet, there was a pair of eyes that were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar.

Dong Sheng saw the face of the man in the dream clearly for the first time, and was dumbfounded: "Zhou..."

He opened his eyes suddenly and jumped up from the bed.

Zhou Zirong, who was leaning in the chair by the bed, was a light sleeper, and woke up as soon as he heard the sound: "Are you awake?"

Dong Sheng stared at him blankly, and was about to say something, but found that the image that seemed to be etched in his heart just now had quietly disappeared in his mind, leaving only a blank space: "..."

Zhou Zirong asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Dong Sheng: "...I just had a dream..."

Zhou Zirong: "What dream?"

Dong Sheng frowned: "...I don't remember."

Zhou Zirong: "A nightmare or a good dream?"

"..." Dong Sheng frowned and thought about it for a long time, "I don't remember it either... It's strange, I remember it in my dreams before."

Zhou Zirong said seriously: "Isn't it old?"

"Screw you."

Zhou Zirong was shoved by him, took his hand and kissed it on the wrist, then stood up with a smile: "I'll bring you breakfast, and dress yourself."

Dong Sheng let out an "oh", looked at Zhou Zirong's back as he turned and pushed the door away, and sat on the bed thoughtfully.

Strange, what did you dream about?He couldn't remember the content, but vaguely knew that it was a very important dream.

Dong Sheng looked at Zhou Zirong's cloak that fell on the chair, was silent for a while, and sighed in a fairly good mood.

Think about it, if it's a nightmare, it's just a dream—if it's a good dream...

That's not as good as reality.