Pick up a handsome man as a wife

Sanwazi hugged the beautiful boy, Xingyuan led the way, and soon arrived at Xingyuan's home. Before the end, it can be seen that Xingyuan's life is not very good. The house is not as good as imagined. It is similar to Sanwazi. It can barely be regarded as a single apartment. !

It's rare for him to be so nostalgic. There are so many houses in the post-apocalypse, but he didn't choose a good, luxurious one.

Sanwazi put the handsome boy on his bed. The big red cotton made by himself in the countryside was earthy and festive. Half of the handsome boy's face was buried in the soft pillow, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was very satisfied.

Sanwazi joked, "I don't know what I dreamed of, how can I be so happy every day?"

Xingyuan sat by the bed, tried to play a few notes, adjusted it, maybe it was tuned, and he started to sing, the same old song, "Peach Blossom Tribulation", singing it over and over again, countless notes drilled into it He sang for more than two hours, his forehead was slowly sweating, his pale fingertips were injured, and drops of blood were hanging on the guitar strings.

Sanwazi didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to interrupt him rashly, but asked him in a low voice, "Does it matter?"

He was afraid that Xing Yuan would not be able to hold on, so he put his hand on Xing Yuan's shoulder, and healed his injury with kung fu.

Xing Yuan was already dead, and his whole body was full of dead air. It would be harmful for him to enter Sanwazi's true energy. The anger instantly assimilated his dead air, causing Xing Yuan's face to turn pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, which made him very red. The sheets add red.

Sanwazi was startled, and quickly stopped, "I'm sorry, are you okay!"

He hurried to Fu Xingyuan, "I didn't mean to..."

"I know." Xing Yuan interrupted him, "I'm already dead, this thing can only do me harm, not good."

"En." Through this time, Sanwazi also knew.

Xing Yuan wiped his mouth, "I almost know the reason. This bat's sonic attack is similar to mine. It triggers dreams through emotions, making people trapped in dreams forever. If he dies in the dream, he will You will think that you are dead, and you will never wake up again."

"Then what should we do? How to wake him up?" Sanwazi asked anxiously.

"It's not impossible to enter his dream."

"How to enter?" Sanwazi asked.

"I've tried several times just now, but I was rejected by him, and I couldn't find what he would dream of in his subconscious mind?" Xing Yuan wiped off the blood on the guitar strings, and continued, "Most people have subconscious minds, such as Some people are afraid of ghosts, subconsciously they are afraid of ghosts, the more afraid they are, the more ghosts they dream about, some people subconsciously like someone, and in his dream that person is his, the beautiful man always has a smile on his mouth, which shows that his subconscious The things inside are holding him back, making him fall into a dream forever and never wake up. As long as you know where he is most at ease and happiest, it will be fine to bring him out."

"But...how do I know what he feels the happiest? And how do I get in?" Sanwazi looked at the handsome man on the bed with a headache.

"Don't worry, I can send you there, he rejects me, maybe he rejects you." The injury on Xing Yuan's hand has healed, and the anger in his body has been sucked away by Sanwazi.

"What is your happiest place?" Sanwazi smoothed the handsome man's hair that was blown by the wind, and said sadly, "Is there me?"

He closed his eyes and thought about the past, was the safest and happiest place for a beautiful man to be by his side?

Sanwazi looked forward to it, "Okay, send me in!"

"Okay, you lie down, I'm going to hypnotize you."

"En." Sanwazi pushed the beautiful boy and let himself lie side by side with him. To be honest, it is very dangerous for people to hypnotize himself, but Sanwazi has inexplicable confidence in Xingyuan, as if he had known him for a long time, and he There is nothing useful except space, and there is no need to lie to him.

Even if the space is known, it cannot be taken away. As long as he dies, it doesn't matter if the space is still there or not.

Sanwazi lay down with peace of mind, without any resistance, let Xingyuan's notes penetrate into his ears, his notes seemed to have magic power, singing the most beautiful song, waiting for others to step into the trap, and catch them all.

Because Sanwazi had no reason to resist at all, he fell into a dream very quickly. In the dream, he got up from a place of whiteness. This place seemed to be a white world, only white, and even a little dazzling.

Sanwazi called out tentatively, "Beautiful boy? Xingyuan?"

A hollow voice came to respond, "This is your inner world, you are only in a light sleep now, and your mind is still awake, so there is no