The rules of survival of the magic stick

That's right! !Tune the tiger away from the mountain!The moment Tang Su and Gongyifu's eyes met, he already understood the function of this formation. Preparations——

--run! !

He let go of his legs in an instant and started running out of the garden quickly, and then pushed open the closed door of Ying Rumeng's room! !

There was silence, or rather, dead silence.

Looking at the decoration here, Tang Su was in a daze for a moment.

The maids guarding the door fell asleep quietly, their necks crooked and looked very drowsy, everything stopped turning the moment he stepped into the door, he carefully walked around these deep sleeping maids, The quiet breathing is accompanied by this quiet air, and the occasional wind outside the window can be heard dimly here, as if it is getting away from the real world a little bit.

The furnishings here, even after so many years, have never changed.

Tang Su's fingers gently slid across the ice-cracked porcelain placed on the wooden table, which was already covered with a thin layer of dust, but it still did not hide its luster, shimmering in the dark.

The feet under his feet were still as soft as before, he knew that it was a velvet blanket with lily of the valley pattern, and Rumeng's favorite flower was neither the most popular graceful peony, nor the pure and white lotus, but the simple and unadorned lily of the valley.

The same layout, the furnishings and rooms he is familiar with, three steps forward, the same three-color bead curtain, and after turning over the bead curtain, it is her couch covered by layers of fine gauze.

Because Tang Su'an was originally a man, it was inconvenient for him to enter and leave Ying Rumeng's boudoir, but with his monkey spirit and unrestrained rules, it was difficult to restrain him. Lin An and Ying Rumeng were both women, and the relationship between them Naturally, there are topics that Tang Su'an can't get involved in at all, and if he can't even go to the place he is going to, he can't stand it.

As a result, the plan to overturn the wall was staged again.

This is also the reason why it is so easy to sneak into the prime minister's mansion. Tang Su'an has already known the short routes above, including where is the blind spot, where he can avoid the patrolling guards, and where is the shortest route. Clearly.

In fact, the map of the entire capital is now very clearly imprinted in his mind. He knows all the winding routes, hard-to-find places, and the distance to these places, otherwise Tang Su would not be able to escape The pursuit of Baixiang Pavilion at that time.

Until now, Tang Su gently opened the bead curtain with his hand, and slowly walked towards the couch.

Layers of gauze curtains are right in front of his eyes, lying close to him and Ying Rumeng who is lying down, making the figures inside blurry.

He looked at the person lying quietly in that layer of veil. After a few years, even Lin An had become very mature. He didn't know that this smiling and peaceful woman had now turned into a mysterious appearance.

Unable to help but clenched his hands slowly, Tang Su took a deep breath, it was the scent of the familiar incense left in the air, everything was so familiar, yet strange enough to make him hesitate.

Things are people and nothing is done, and tears shed first.

Even though Tang Su was excited and frightened, he did not lose his mind. He keenly discovered that there were no soul collectors here, let alone people, everything was so quiet that there was not even a ghost.

He looked at the sky again, and through the window, he could just see the moon hanging directly above, impartial, and it was the time when the Soul Seizing Spell began.

But look now, he is already standing beside the person involved, but nothing happened.

This is so strange, Tang Su is now caught in a fierce entanglement in his heart, should he wait for Gong Yifu to arrive and then watch Ying Rumeng's situation together, or lift the veil first by himself.

Lift the veil first, or you'll run out of time.

Saying this in his heart, it strongly stirred his heart, making it pound.

At the same time, in the distance of the capital, a man sitting in the room, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes closed, tapped his fingers on the table in a leisurely manner, causing vibrations in the already cold tea in the cup. Small ripples are formed, spread out and disappear in a very short time.

There is another person standing next to him, both of them are well-dressed, and it is obvious from the materials of the attire and even the belt that their status cannot be distinguished, but it is obvious that the status of the sitting man is higher than that of the standing one. People are respectful, but their eyes turn to the moon in the night sky from time to time.

Finally, when the moon was about to set, he couldn't bear it any longer. He was about to speak but was stopped by the sitting man.

He raised his slender index finger and gave a soft "shh", and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

"Don't be impatient."

The man slowly opened his eyes, put his fingers on the table again, and the sound of knocking seemed to hit the tip of the person's heart.

"In that case, give him some time."

Tang Su bit his lip, finally stepped forward, and lifted the gauze curtain.

It is still the familiar face, but now it has faded away from the immature appearance at that time. The woman's picture is peaceful and beautiful, with red lips, pink and pale eyebrows, and long hair spread on the bed. She is closing her eyes calmly, except for her weak breathing. There is almost nothing wrong with it, and it looks like it is deeply asleep.

Tang Su couldn't help but changed into kneeling on the floor stall, looking at the woman's face at the same level, the amber pupils shimmered, flickering on and off.

Ying Rumeng is younger than Tang Su'an and Lin An, but she is more dignified and sensible than any of them. Now this woman looks gentle even when she is asleep. At a flowery age, it is hard to believe that she is slowly growing up. withered.

Before she even bloomed, she was on the verge of withering.

Tang Su clenched his hands tightly. The woman in front of him was not as thin and out of shape as he had imagined. If there was something wrong, it would probably be that her face was paler, her breathing was weaker, and she was motionless in a deep sleep. There was nothing wrong with it. Get angry and look like a dummy.

But it seems that in the next second, this woman will open her pupils as usual, and her almond eyes are slightly bent to look at herself, smiling without missing teeth, and graceful.

At this time Tang Su held his breath, he found that the corners of Ying Rumeng's mouth were slightly curled up, as if he had fallen into a beautiful dream and couldn't wake up, he was peacefully drowning in it, unwilling to come out.

He lowered his head, biting his lip.

The man in the distance of the capital stopped knocking on the table, withdrew his hand, slowly took out the snow-white silk cloth, and wiped his fingers one by one.

"That was a dream she chose to live in."

"Because you can never give her what she wants.

"So she chose never to wake up, even if it was just a dream."

The man seemed to be talking to himself, and suddenly sighed, a little helpless and very complacent.

"Stubbornly resisting in the corner, blocking the car with the mantis' arms."