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I don't know how many days have passed. When I saw Zhan Feng again, Xia Fan's emotions were wrapped in layers of complexity. Even if he peeled it off and crushed it, he didn't know which part to show him first.

He hasn't had time to digest the fact that he is a demon, and he doesn't know how to accept this situation and face this situation.

She just lay beside Zhan Feng and fell into his dream.

The bright and happy smile that hung on my face before will never be seen again from now on.

Even if you laugh, you can't laugh into your heart.

The scene of falling into a dream is very familiar. Xia Fan stands outside the archery field, behind Zhan Feng, curious about what dream Zhan Feng is in, so he doesn't say a word.

Clenching his fists, Zhan Feng looked at the two people in the archery range, his mind fell ill for a moment, his internal force swept away, and a small stone on the ground shot towards the field like wings, Xia Fan tilted his neck Look, well, the stone went straight to Shang Tian who was on the horse; what Xia Fan didn't expect was that Shang Tian clamped the horse's belly hard with his feet, and the force was not weak, and he slapped the horse hard with a golden light. fart.

After opening the wisdom eye, Xia Fan can see things that he couldn't see before, which can explain many unknown phenomena.

The horse got his wish and was frightened and threw the two of them off the horse. The stone that should have hit Shang Tian was hit on the back of his hand, and the back of his hand was scratched by the arrow. The things behind him became familiar.

Shang Tian did it on purpose.

Zhan Feng was so angry that he was about to become a fairy, and when he turned his head, the pain of loss in his eyes had not been concealed, and the panic had not yet come, but the panic had already begun.

Zhan Feng: "...Xiao Fan?"

Xia Fan raised a smile and tilted his head to say hello, "Zhan Qiyun?"

Zhan Feng was even more stupid.

Zhan Feng "You...how are you?"

Xia Fan raised his chin towards the central figure who was leaving the archery field, "Why did you hit him?"

Zhan Fengmeng had done a lot, and he didn't dare to tell Xia Fan the truth, let alone confess his love, so he just prevaricated: "He's a demon."

Xia Fan frowned.

The atmosphere between the two was awkward, Xia Fan sighed softly for a while, pulled Zhan Feng's wrist, "Let's go, come back with me."

Zhan Feng let him pull, Xia Fan pulled and pulled, the white light flashed and the scene changed, the others were standing outside the door of Shang Tian's room, Zhan Feng was looking in the dark with his upright figure.

Xia Fan frowned and walked forward, wondering why there were so many things he didn't know?

This time he jumped onto the beam and lifted the tiles to look inside.

Shang Tian was right behind Xia Fan at that time, and cut the palm of his hand with the tip of the knife, and blood flowed out impatiently.Shang Tian's blood was surrounded by a faint golden light, and did not flow wantonly to the ground. He put the hand that was surrounded by a golden halo on the back of his hand, and Xia Fan's whole body was immediately dyed golden.

Xia Fan on the roof frowned; What is Shang Tian doing?At the beginning, he said to test whether he was a demon...Zhan Feng told him about the blood contract to remind him...

Shang Tian wants to make a blood contract for himself?And why?Does he know that he is a human or a demon?And why do you want to make a blood contract for yourself?

What exactly does a blood contract do?

Shang Tian should have finished half of the blood contract, and was stopped by Zhan Feng outside the door, so he didn't continue; Xia Fan at that time had already gone to Taixu, and didn't pay attention to these important points at all.

According to his physical reaction at the time, even without knowing it, he was very cooperative with Shang Tian, ​​and he was very compatible with Shang Tian's blood, so he couldn't help accepting it.

Doubts emerged in Zhengxin, Xia Fan slipped and fell into the room; Shang Tian was decocting medicine, this was Zhan Feng's dream, and no one else noticed him except Zhan Feng.

Shang Tian rubbed his fingers, and the blood from his fingertips fell into the bowl; Xia Fan knew it was for him to drink.

That's why he vomited like that?

The snake demon said that he smelled like Shang Tian that day, Xia Fan's mind was confused, and he followed Shang Tian into the courtyard, only to realize that he had deviated from the point.

Shang Tian, ​​who was holding the bowl, suddenly disappeared, and Zhan Feng stood at the door of the room, as if he had made up his mind, and strode in.

Xia Fan looked at himself in the distance and was about to go in at that time, so he probably knew what the scene was.

It was the time when the ghost king attacked him and passed out!

Xia Fan, who was really curious about what was going on, had no choice but to go to the door to watch after he walked in at that time.

In the end, he didn't get the truth he wanted to know. In Zhan Feng's dream, Xia Fan in the dream didn't say anything good.

Xia Fan: "Why are you here again?"

Zhan Feng was a little embarrassed, "Listen to my explanation."

Xia Fan has never seen Zhan Feng like this before, his memory is gentle and clear, is it suitable for him to be so at a loss?

Xia Fan continued to stab the knife: "Did I say that you don't want to appear in front of me again? I don't want to see you for a moment, how many times do I need to say it? You make me feel sick! I hate you!"

Xia Fan gasped outside, why did he hate him so much in Zhan Feng's dream?What did he do to subconsciously think he was going to treat him this way?

Zhan Feng covered his head in pain, "I know, listen to me! Forgive me! Listen to me!"

Xia Fan didn't even listen, and turned around to disappear.

Seeing his back disappear, Zhan Feng knelt down on the ground with a twisted expression of pain, knocked his head on the floor tiles, covered his heart with one hand, and beat the ground weakly with the other, his shoulders were shaking constantly.

Xia Fan's heart suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed by something. He hurried into the room, put his hands on Zhan Feng's shoulders, "Zhan Feng? Zhan Feng! Wake up, look at me!"

Although I don't know what Zhan Feng did, but now Xia Fan knows that no matter what Zhan Feng does, he will not say those words, he will not blame him, blame him, or hate him.

Zhan Feng's eyes were not clear, he seemed to be holding back something, calling his name in confusion.

"Okay, okay," Xia Fan patted Zhan Feng's head, coaxing him softly, "It's a dream, it's a dream, Xia Fan wouldn't treat you like this, it's fake, it's all fake."

Zhan Feng embraced Xia Fan vigorously, unable to believe the reality in his arms, "Are you real?"

"Well, I'm real."

Xia Fan was held in his arms, and he patted him on the back like a child to comfort him, "When you wake up, you will see the real Xia Fan. The real Xia Fan will never tell you that you are hurt. words from the heart."

Xia Fan gently pushed Zhan Feng away, and looked at Zhan Feng firmly, "This is my promise to you, you have to forget everything else, but you must remember this sentence."

"No matter what, you have to believe it, that's never my intention."

Zhan Feng finally regained some sense of security, he asked, "You won't run away?"

Xia Fan thought it was funny, "Where did I run to? You can catch me even if I run away to the sky, can't I?" Xia Fan touched his eyebrows, "Can't you sense me? What are you afraid of? Just run away and catch me. .”

It may be that when we first met, Zhan Feng left a big shadow on Zhan Feng.Xia Fan secretly reflected.

Zhan Feng asked again: "Then you don't hate me?"

Xia Fan didn't know where he came from, "Of course I don't hate you!"

Zhan Feng let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, I will hide it well and won't make things difficult for you again."

Xia Fan was about to ask what was hidden when he was pulled from behind by a force.

"Well!"

Frightened by the weightlessness of falling off the cliff, Xia Fan sat up suddenly, looking at Lun Ling who was smiling at him in front of him.

"Stay for so long, do you want to be trapped in a dream forever?"

Xia Fan turned his head and glanced at Zhan Feng whose brows had been stretched, "How is he?"

"It's ready," Lun Ling handed the Anshenxiang to Xia Fan, "Go ahead and wait for him to wake up."

Halfway out, Lun Ling seemed to think of something and said, "Well, do I need to prepare a room for you? It's warm outside here, what do you think?"

Xia Fan slowly incensed on top of Zhan Feng's head, "Thank you, I'll just sleep outside."

As expected, Lun Ling stretched, "I'll get you the scales later."