Not a Taoist priest, but Jianchun

The bodyguards cleaned up Qi Youyu's clothes, headgear, and oil paint on his face, and changed into pajamas. Now he is lying quietly on the big bed in the hotel.

"Mr. Yun, do you really not need to send Young Master Qi to the hospital?" Darong asked uneasy.

"It's okay, I guess I'll wake up in the morning." Yun Qingchen sat on the sofa calmly, watching them finish their work. "Go down."

Da Rong wanted to say something, but was dragged out by Juanzi.

Yun Qingchen frowned, slowly wiping the sword in his hand.

This time I was really careless, and I didn't find when the magnetic field of the different energy field affected Qi Youyu.

The first time I encountered a different energy field was a field that had just taken shape. This time it was a field that was about to dissipate. If it wasn't awakened by the energy fluctuations in Qi Youyu's body, I wouldn't be able to feel it at all.

It's just that these two kinds of energy fields cannot be compared with those there.

Look at the person on the bed, he should still be in that ghostly dream.No harm, just a nightmare.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Yun Qingchen stood up and looked at the martial suit on his body, he didn't want to be so high-profile.

Yun Qingchen replaced Chi Ming on his body, the black linen clothes on his body were torn by sutras, when he released the first aura under the sword, he knew that the clothes on his body could not withstand the sword aura, so he called out his own aura before that The clothes I brought, who knows, turned into pieces of cloth.

Throwing the rags into the trash can, and entering the bathroom naked, in the rising mist, a red light flashed in his eyes, but Yun Qingchen didn't notice it.

The long damp hair was scattered behind her, and the bathrobe was hanging loosely on her body. The rare feeling of fullness in the past few days made Yun Qingchen feel lazy all over her body.

He walked to the bed, and the sleeping Qi Youyu had a mournful expression, "What did this guy dream about? This kind of little daughter-in-law doesn't look like him. He is like the little prince of sunshine, and he doesn't feel sorry for himself." '

Yun Qingchen was leaning against the bed, in fact he was quite confused, even if he was asked to destroy the supernatural energy, he didn't have the mood to go, it was because of this reason that he was set to eat the supernatural energy core to be able to Full stomach, but what is it now.

Shaking his head wildly, thinking so much about what to do, what should come will always come, just now it was like being haunted, not like himself.Take a look at the person on the bed. Anyway, there is a tile to cover you, and you can cut everything with your sword.

The quiet atmosphere in the hotel room has nothing to do with Qi Youyu in the dream.

There is no feasting here, but there are applause and applause, which makes people dazzled.The rewards and applause from the audience were Chengjiao's pride, but the pride collapsed so quickly like a tower in the sky.

No one sees the benefits of just three springs.If you don't guard against the noise of the sinking fish, falling geese and birds, you will be afraid of the shy flowers closing the moon and trembling sadly.

"Master X wants to praise you, go and sing a song for him tonight."

"..."

"Don't be shameless, Mr. X praises you because he thinks highly of you."

"..."

"Actors are also **, sooner or later, get ready and take you there at night."

Orioles sings warmly every day, and people smile when they meet amorous feelings.

"You are a famous actor in Yijing first, and if you want to praise you, you must have that qualification."

The silk of the clear wind blows to the courtyard, shaking the spring like a thread.

"This is Mr. X. He likes your singing (Peony Pavilion) the most, and wants to exchange singing skills with you in private."

"..."

Life and death follow people's grievances, so miserable and miserable, no one cares about them,

"Peony you sang (Peony Pavilion) is the most beautiful love I have ever heard."

"you're so beautiful."

"How about I take you away?"

"One month, one month later, the batch in my hand will be released, and I will redeem you."

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

"It's been a month, Mr. X won't come, and the money he gave has been used up. Today, you go to X's mansion to hold a meeting, and understand how to do it."

"No, Grandpa..."

"Putting on stage, you still take it seriously."

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa..."

The aggrieved feeling in the dream almost drove Qi Youyu to death. Damn it, this is the dough. How can I bear this grievance? I hate myself for not being able to live up to my expectations. Why do I just do what others tell me to do.

Resist, the worst is death.

In the dream, Qi Youyu almost pissed himself off. The only thing he did with integrity was to set everyone on fire, including himself, during the biggest performance.

In the blazing fire, Qi Youyu suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the first-person perspective dream.

Staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, he could distinguish between dream and reality.

The right hand covers the eyes, the sense of powerlessness towards life and obsession with love are still entangled in Qi Youyu's heart.

Stretch out your hand to look at the crystal chandelier on the white ceiling through the gap.It's just that he is not him, he can decide his own life, he will never let go of his love, he will use all methods to keep love.

He has the ability to squeeze his palms tightly and hold something in his hands.

When Qi Youyu got rid of the feeling in the dream, he heard a voice in the living room.

"Miss Jiang, I don't want to have breakfast now, sorry, please."

"Don't, don't turn it off..."

Click, the sound of closing the door.

Qi Youyu felt a little happy in his heart, why he was happy, he had never thought about why his mood fluctuated because of his behavior.

"You're awake." Yun Qingchen in a white bathrobe came in from the living room.

Looking at the small piece of pectoral muscle exposed by the neckline, Qi Youyu's mood was not beautiful.

"Are you wearing one to open Jiang Xin's door?"

"Huh?" Yun Qingchen looked at himself, it would be impolite to open the door in a bathrobe, so he said embarrassedly: "My clothes are rotten again, I don't have any regular clothes to wear."

Looking at Yun Qingchen who didn't know the reason, well, it's because he was inexplicably unhappy, Qi Youyu decided to prepare a few more sets of clothes, which came with the car, and it was best to wear national style, which was very conservative and suitable for his temperament.

"Don't you ask about my clothes?" After all, clothes always disappear.

"When you want me to know, I will know. If you don't want me to know, I don't have to ask. I just hope that when you are with me, you can feel at ease." Qi Youyu picked up the phone and called room service to deliver breakfast.

Yun Qingchen was debating whether to say it or not, but the most important thing was to say it from there, feeling very troublesome.

"Can you tell me what happened last night? I don't have any memory." I don't know if Qi Youyu saw his entanglement and brought the topic to another place.

Yun Qingchen put aside her entanglement and seriously talked about what happened last night.