The first little white face in the Three Realms

Dreams are generally chaotic jumps.

But this time it's different, no matter the furnishings inside the house, the sun hanging in the sky, or the wind blowing in from outside the door.

The texture of the breath of grass and petals has an overly real feeling.

This yard is different from the one they live in in reality, and there is an indescribable, inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be a combination of the Xie family mansion, the palace Xie Randeng has seen, and the courtyard where they once lived.

The only thing that is different from reality is Luo Qingyao.

In Xie Randeng's eyes, Luo Qingyao is very obedient, obedient, and capable, but sometimes he is too clingy, and his brain doesn't seem to be very easy to use.

But kittens don’t need to be smart as long as they are cute.

But Luo Qingyao who appeared in his dream today seemed to have changed from a kitten to a big tiger.Cute is still cute, but the ferocity level is many times higher, and there is a wild beauty that is different from the past.

The other party was wearing a black dress like the one they wore when they first met.

It's just that when I was in the ruined temple, the clothes were tattered, like a bunch of rags randomly sewn by bad girls.

This one is different, it is very complete from the sleeves to the hem, and the neckline, covering Luo Qingyao's whole body, except for his face, no flesh is exposed.

In fact, even the head and ears are covered by the hood attached to the clothes, the long snow-white neck is also hidden, and a pair of black boots are on the feet.

What the young man had were two not-so-beautiful but very slender and powerful hands, retracted into the wide black hem of his clothes, covering them tightly.

In broad daylight, the sky above the blue sky is bright, the sun is shining brightly, and when it shines on the vegetation, every leaf is shiny green.

Sitting in the yard like this, a man in black looks particularly conspicuous.

Xie Randeng stood about seven or eight steps away from the other party, because there was an unbelievable sense of strangeness in his heart, he just stood there, quietly looking at the person next to him.

There were no messy patterns, just a whole piece of cloth, covering Luo Qingyao's whole body like a black cloud.

This kind of black which is pure to the extreme, reveals a colorful feeling under the sun.

Dark, evil, and uncomfortable black, worn on Luo Qingyao's body in the dream, a little more fatal lust.

"Qing Yao."

Xie Randeng called out aloud, but did not speak again.

How the dream develops seems to have its own script, and he has always been like a bystander, following the script woven by the dream.

But today is different from the past, there is no dream god to stuff the background and direction into his mind, in this overly real dream, Xie Randeng is actually a little cautious.

Perhaps it was because Luo Qingyao felt too strange to him now, and he was afraid that he would do something he shouldn't do.

When he was in the city that never sleeps, he almost fell into the hands of that pearl because his memory was confused.

During the day, he read a whole book, knowing that some demons and ghosts in this world can enter people's dreams and do things that confuse people's hearts and absorb people's energy.

Xie Randeng took a step back calmly, his vigilance was high.

Hearing his voice, sitting in the middle of the yard, the man on the swing looked up.

The face covered by the black hood was indeed Luo Qingyao.

The face is still the same, but the subtle feeling is different from that of the young Luo Qingyao.

His little wife is quite childish, and the outline of her face is a bit green, but the person in front of her is more like a mature adult, with more three-dimensional facial features, and sharp edges and corners that seem to be able to cut through the palm of a person's hand.

Rather than saying that the other party is Luo Qingyao, it is better to say that this is an elder brother who looks similar to Luo Qingyao.

Luo Qingyao doesn't remember the past, so Xie Randeng has no way to know whether the other's parents are alive or not, and whether he was the only one born.

The young man standing under the tree coughed, and this time he took two steps back in embarrassment.

Perhaps it was because the sun was too hot, which made him dazzled, Xie Randeng's two steps back were just right, and he just stepped back under the shade of the tree.

It was summer in real life, and the trees in the yard where they lived were all green and lush, but there was not a single flower.

From Baiyucheng to Shangjing, the acacia trees that bloomed beautifully on the road slowly passed their flowering period, and long, thin green acacias grew in the yard.

Then it was picked off by Xie Randeng, soaked in warm water, and used to wash people's hair.

After practicing martial arts, the two of them would always sweat a lot, especially Luo Qingyao, who was covered in thick dust and had dirty hair.

After washing with acacia water, the hair has the unique fragrance of plants and trees, which is not as fragrant as the ones sold in shops for my daughter's family.

But in the dream, both time, space and seasons are disordered, but the flowers of the acacia tree that bloom in spring are just right.

Two or three trees are close together, and the pink and white flowers are blooming one after another, blown by the strong wind blowing from nowhere, the petals are falling down one after another, sprinkling a beautiful scene. rain of flowers.

Standing under the shade of the tree, the pure white youth raised his head, and the petals fell on his smooth and perfect shoulders, on the blue silk that felt better than satin. Obviously, the petals were enough to be charming and charming, but the people were three points better than the flowers.

The wind stopped, and so did the swing in the courtyard.

The time in the dream is always chaotic, Xie Randeng was not at all surprised that Luo Qingyao was swinging on the swing one second, and appeared in front of him the next second.

The clingy wife was still looking straight at him, his eyes turned into a cold and slippery snake, slipping from his cheeks into his neck, and then all the way down.

Xie Randeng subconsciously stretched out his hand to gather the hem of his clothes, inexplicably feeling that he was being watched by the other party.

Luo Qingyao didn't call him husband as usual, it was really not like usual.

As soon as this idea came into being, the other party tilted his head and reached out to pick off the petals that fell from his shoulder: "Husband."

This expression, this tone, was clearly the Luo Qingyao he was familiar with again.

Maybe he was thinking too much, this is just an ordinary lucid dream.

Luo Qingyao suddenly covered his chest, his face was pale, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I feel uncomfortable."

"Go to the doctor!"

If you are sick and feel uncomfortable, you should not go to the doctor.

It’s just that the doctor in the dream doesn’t know where it is. I don’t care about it. According to my previous experience of lucid dreaming, I put the person on my back and start walking from the door. I can always find the destination according to my intuition.

Xie Randeng didn't think much about it, he bent down and put the person on his back at once.

In reality, Luo Qingyao is not heavy, but in the dream, she is even lighter and weightless.

He only took a step outside, bent his knees, and knelt down on one knee unbearably.

It was as if there was a huge mountain on his back, making him unable to move at all.

Xie Randeng was turned over by the guy who crushed him hard, and lay flat on the ground. The person riding on him had red eyes and the hood fell down.

A head of black hair turned into beautiful white hair like snowflakes and silver.

It fit Luo Qingyao perfectly, where there was a black robe, it was a cloud of black air.

The black mist fell on the ground, and the tender and delicate flower petals and vibrant vegetation all withered quickly, and then turned into ashes.

It looks inconspicuous and highly corrosive.

Xie Randeng felt a little cold for no reason, felt the cold air rising from the soles of his feet, and his scalp was numb.

"do I look good?"

The "Luo Qingyao" in front of him is covered in skin and flesh like ice and snow. His facial features are obviously similar to Luo Qingyao's, but they are more beautiful and attractive.

Xie Randeng turned his face away and didn't speak.

The other party asked again: "I am so good-looking now, or I am still good-looking at ordinary times."

Xie Randeng said: "How do I know what you usually look like?"

Luo Qingyao held his face, forcibly met his gaze, and told me, do I look good now? "

Xie Randeng uncontrollably told the truth: "It looks good."

"Am I pretty, or is your wife pretty?"

Sure enough, it was a dream monster or something!If he knew this earlier, he should have acted stupidly and shouldn't have come out.

Xie Randeng didn't want to answer, but he couldn't control his mouth: "My wife is pretty."

The ghost on Xie Randeng was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that he would be so blind.

"In my heart, he is naturally prettier than you."

According to normal aesthetics, this "fake Luo Qingyao" is indeed full of attractiveness.

But for Xie Randeng, Luo Qingyao, who was still with him, was more pleasing to the eye.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that's probably what he said.

"Bah"

The ghost on his body was not only not angry, but kissed Xie Randeng very hard.

"I knew my husband would not lie to me."

The snow-white hair turned into black hair, and the youth's taller bone frame also shrunk a circle, becoming what it used to be.

Luo Qingyao, whom Xie Randeng was familiar with, came back and rubbed against his chest like a boneless cat.

Wait, what's going on here?The change is too great, Xie Randeng is a little at a loss.

"This is my dream, but there is an old man with a white beard who snatched my dream away, and then dragged you in, my husband. He turned me into what I am now, saying that he wanted to test my sincerity. "

In the shadow of a tree in the distance, the poor Qingxu little ant was so angry that his beard was trembling.

This man is simply shameless, and all kinds of dirty water are poured on him.

He did the previous thing, but he didn't do anything later.

Xie Randeng looked at Luo Qingyao suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, but it seemed to make sense.

Luo Qingyao became white-haired and red-eyed again: "The old man said, this is what I look like when I'm old. I'm old, ugly, and graying. Your husband won't dislike me, right?"

Xie Randeng has an answer outside of nature and dreams: "No."

This look is obviously becoming more beautiful, how can it be compared with being old and ugly.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Xie Randeng was a little helpless: "Then how do you believe it?"

Luo Qingyao crushed a handful of pink petals, and applied the flower juice on Xie Randeng's sharp collarbone.

He murmured and kissed, and pulled off the belt with nimble and skillful fingers, "The body can't lie."

The flying petals suppressed Taoist Master Qingxu's sight, covering the entire illusion in pink.

The aura belonging to the mirror was crazily drawn away, and it kept pouring into the two people under the tree covered with flowers.

To be precise, it was stuffed into Xie Randeng's body.

Although it has been reshaped by the Ice Lingzhu, Xie Randeng's body is like an endless black hole, continuously absorbing everything given by the outside world.

The hidden black mist lingering around Luo Qingyao's side, the spiritual energy of the fantasy world mirror, and the breath of the ice spirit beads.

These three forces are twisted together, making Xie Randeng hot and cold at the same time, there is a strange sense of refreshment.

The fantasy world mirror was broken, and Xie Randeng also woke up.

Everything that was clear in the dream quickly faded and gradually became blurred.

He looked at Luo Qingyao, who was tightly wrapped around his body and sleeping soundly, with a complicated expression.

He has already passed the age of youth and ignorance, and he can still have that kind of dream. It must be Luo Qingyao's fault that he is too lustful and dissatisfied at ordinary times and leads himself to ruin!

The author has something to say: ! !It's May Day, it's specially put on May Day, try the day 6 in the new month

Daoist Qing Xu who died of being crushed to death by flower petals: cursing