[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

It was such a dream again.

Lorca has lost count of how many times such a similar dream has occurred.

And the dream became more and more clear——

He can be sure that the environment in these dreams is a cave. The dark space echoes faintly with the sound of gurgling water, often accompanied by heavy panting in his ears. He feels that he is surrounded by hot breath, and he can even feel the raging heat. Burning with rage, greed, anger.Strangely, at the same time, he also felt intense sadness and pain, both intertwined in this passion and screaming silently.

Although he left the secret realm, Loka did not relax his practice.He worked harder to train his mental strength.With his current cultivation and attainments, his spiritual power has been refined to be very pure and powerful.For a high-ranking priest like him, under normal circumstances, he would not dream. If a dream occurs, it must be an important revelation.What's more, the meaning of such recurring dreams is even more extraordinary.Over the past few months, he can even connect the scenes in these dreams together.

Lorca is more and more inclined to-these dreams are strongly related to the lost memories of the time when he disappeared mysteriously.

As the feeling in the dream became clearer, Loka felt that if this was his experience during the time when he disappeared, it seemed that he was experiencing some strange things.

The touch of stroking my body, the feeling of being hugged, almost wanting to embed my body deeply in another soft body, all these feelings are like, like the love between him and Custa The warm embrace, even more, fanatical, more wanton indulgence...

At midnight in the wilderness, Loka woke up from a short nap.They have already left the battlefield where all traces have been wiped clean, changed their clothes and sneaked secretly.Loka waved his hand to instruct a few guards to replace the sentry posts. In the dark, no one noticed the abnormal blush on Loka's cheeks that had not yet subsided. He jumped onto a towering spruce, and among the intertwined branches and leaves, several A light jump reaches the highest point of the canopy.The night sky above his head was vast and starry, and he needed to be alone and calm down.The dream just now was really too...

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The overly intense feeling in the dream still lingers on the skin all over the body, so real.Lorca's breath could not restore his usual calm for a long time.

In that dream, Loka not only saw the underground river again.This time, he was in the river, and he felt himself plunged into the water from the surface of the water, as if he had slipped into the river from the arms holding him. The icy river water quickly covered his whole body, and the dark, cold water wrapped him around. , he vaguely saw the dim light on the surface of the water getting farther and farther through the turbulent water body, his arms stretched out inadvertently with the washing of the water waves, his posture seemed to be flying freely in the water waves, but in fact he had no choice Drifting with the current, drifting and sinking aimlessly, a string of ethereal blisters floated up from his mouth and nose, like a fragile life escaping.

Suddenly he stopped sinking, because this icy body was imprisoned by powerful arms, and he was pressed against a body that was almost as icy as his own. The boa constrictor was so tightly coiled that it almost crushed its flesh and bones.Afterwards, the water wave shook, and he was no longer surrounded by darkness and suffocation.He suddenly found that the water around him was filled with soft light, and the person hugging him was pressing his cheeks tightly.He felt that at the bottom of this dark water, the fragile breath of life had to rely entirely on this cold confinement to survive, but at the same time, he felt the deep attachment and despair of the person hugging him, as if he needed to get out of his coldness. The body absorbs love and warmth to survive.

I don't know when he found that he could stand upright in this softly glowing water wave, and he didn't know what kind of power allowed him to float still like this, no longer drifting with the water wave.He could vaguely see the figure in front of him, and he felt the man's fingers inserted into his hair, combing the fluttering hair with the water, stroking his eyebrows, lips, neck, pale face His hands greedily stroked every inch of his body, and the tender touch gradually gained the strength of kneading into the bones, which even made him feel a dull pain. His eyes suddenly went dark, and only the hair floating like dark water plants was in his vision. Covering his lips, he could feel the stinging pain of being bitten, and then his lips and teeth were pried open without hindrance by the dexterous tongue, and he felt that the entire mouth was swept away forcefully. The pressure forced his head back, but the back of his head was tightly held by the man's hand, which not only made him unable to stay away, but also made the raging bullying go deeper.In the hazy field of vision, one can see a string of small bubbles like broken crystals rising continuously in the hazy water waves from between the fluttering blond hair and black hair.His blurred vision swirled, maybe it was two cold and pale bodies entangled and turned violently under the water, maybe his body and mind had been rubbed by that person until it was broken and melted in the turbulent light and shadow water waves.

Loka sat on a branch at the highest point of the canopy, and could already see the deep wilderness.Under the silence of the night sky, the night wind of Lie Lie had already dried up his slight sweat, and his breathing was already calm and calm.But the confusion deep in his heart was like a strange vine sprouting from the ground and quietly spreading and growing. He was basically sure that these dreams must indicate his experience during his disappearance.What made him uneasy was that he found that no matter where he was in the dream, on the ground or in the water, lying on his back or prone, or even standing upright, no matter what his posture was, he never moved!He only had a vague perception, and he passively endured it, allowing the mysterious person to arrange his body into a posture that was convenient for that person's needs.

Lorca is now fully aware of what that mysterious man is doing!Under the water, on the gravel on the shore, he was even invaded by that mysterious man!Even though he had regained his calm from the trance in the dream, the indescribable shame and anger in his heart still couldn't be calmed down!

He found that in his dream he could be manipulated by that person to immerse himself in some kind of strange sensory experience, which seemed to surpass all pain and pleasure, and his whole body and heart were broken into countless shining quicksands, melting in the endless extreme rising in the light.After waking up, he thought about it in a daze for a long time. After he realized what it all meant, he felt extremely ashamed of himself.

Under the quiet night sky, the mountains and forests are vast, and the guards of the Aranti tribe are scattered and hidden in the jungle to guard.Their Royal Highness Loka has been exuding an aura of repelling people thousands of miles away since he came to the secret border, and the smile as bright as the sun in the past has not appeared for a long time.At this time, he was alone at the top of the crown of a hundred-year-old spruce tree. He didn't know whether he was looking at the route of tomorrow or thinking about the next strategy.At this moment, they suddenly sensed the terrifying power sweeping from the position of the spruce to the surroundings, and everyone immediately retreated hundreds of steps. All the huge trunks were instantly shattered into pieces, which were mixed in billowing smoke and dust and exploded in all directions.

If you look down from the air, this small piece of primeval forest seems to be ravaged by a hurricane out of thin air. The ground is covered with huge trunks of towering trees, criss-crossed. The guards quickly gathered from their hiding places to the center, but everyone was a little ashamed. Embarrassed.Their Royal Highness Loka stood alone on a fallen tree trunk, his heroic and upright figure was as sharp and cold as a blade under the moonlight, his face was solemn and stern, and for some reason, there seemed to be some lingering anger in the air meaning.

Pete stepped forward cautiously, and tentatively asked, "Your Highness?" Seeing that Lorca's expression was unkind, he didn't dare to speak out. Didn't he say that he was going to go to Sunset Town in secret? The commotion was too loud.

"Everyone gather! Detour! Let's go!" Although His Royal Highness Loka's order was as cold as pig iron and simple without any explanation, the well-trained guards quickly integrated the team.Their figures quickly disappeared into the jungle of night.

The author has something to say:

Poor Centennial Spruce...

Now it's the innocent flowers and plants on the side of the road that bear the wrath

What about the future...