Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

The sun hung high in the air, emitting a scorching light, which evaporated all the moisture in the air, and as far as the eye could see, yellow sand was flying.

She was alone, walking through the extreme desert on foot, as if a sword was being cut in her throat, and a fire was burning between her chest and abdomen, and it was difficult to even breathe.

She felt that she was about to be roasted dry. Three days ago, an internal battle between the monsters caused her to get lost in this vast desert. The sand kicked up, got into hair, into clothes, into untreated wounds on the body.

The fine grains of sand rubbed against the wound, causing bursts of stinging pain, his eyes blurred, and his sanity began to become less clear.

Almost climbing up a hill, she looked at the setting sun gradually westward with misty eyes, Hu Yan flapped its limp wings, and slowly slid across her head, she raised her hand to calm her breath, and the sword aura carried "Zizi" in it. The sound hit Hu Yan directly.

I don't know how long she walked along the direction of the sun. When the hoarse song pierced the dull air, her fingers were slightly lucky, and she caught the falling Hu Yan in her hand from the air, and pressed her dry lips against the weak and trembling feathers of the Hu Yan. Neck, the teeth bite hard to open the artery.

When the vitality of the fresh blood poured into her mouth, her survival instinct overcame everything, and she swallowed gulply, ignoring the salty, vomitful breath that went straight into her nostrils.

She doesn't want to die, death has always been her deep fear, she wants to live, no matter how difficult it is, she doesn't want to ruin her good life in this barren place.

Soon, Hu Yan turned into a shriveled skin, which could no longer suck a drop of blood.

As the sun set, she threw away the cold corpse in her hand, and took a long sword to find a place under the sand dunes to dig. The burning sensation in her stomach continued to erode her nerves. Nights in the desert are often accompanied by biting cold and The danger of the unknown is a fear weaker than hunger and thirst.

A deep hole about the size of a person was dug, she jumped in, buried her body in sand, leaving only her head covered with clothes.

Without the body protection of demon power, it is easy to freeze to death in the cold desert, and sand is the best thing to keep warm.

The cold wind was blowing fiercely, knowing that she couldn't sleep, but she couldn't help closing her eyes, in a daze, as if someone carefully hugged her into her arms, pressed her head to the crest of her neck, her nose tip, Smell the sweet smell of blood.

She opened her cloudy eyes, and there was a white haze in front of her eyes, as if it was the color of some kind of fabric, but she couldn't control it...

She was really hungry, the corners of her dry lips moved along with the scent of blood, and touched a piece of soft skin. Driven by hunger, she bit open that moist skin without hesitation.

Blood poured into his mouth like running water, and the arm holding her suddenly trembled, but instead of pushing her away, he pressed her head deeper into her neck.

She sucked greedily and swallowed frantically, until... that person was also shriveled up bit by bit like that wild goose...

"Ah—" A short scream burst out from her mouth, Hua Qiangu opened her eyes abruptly, and what caught her eyes was the pitch-black ceiling.

The pillow beside you is cold and empty, and you still haven't come back?

She sat up silently, touched her beating heart, the base of her tongue smelled of blood, and sweat dripped down her cheeks.

What night is this?This time, did he eat him directly?What kind of omen does this dream imply?

The fact is clearly not the case! When she was quelling the civil war between the two worlds of monsters, she did get lost in the desert once, but she remembered clearly that she was found after walking for ten days.

But why is this dream different?

Her heart was still beating wildly. Two years ago, when the master fed her the first cup of blood-red soup, she didn't notice it. She thought it was really just like what he said, and it was just a good medicine for the body. Now, she had to Doubt it.

Looking at the cold moon outside the window, she exhaled tremblingly, and lit the red candle beside the bed with her hand. After a slight flicker, it has been two years. Since she came back from the snow mountain two years ago, every once in a while, Master Give her a cup of fishy soup.

This dream was just a rudimentary form at the beginning, and as the strange potions were poured down, that dream gradually took shape and became a deeper and deeper fear in her heart. She began to suspect that the day before yesterday, she quarreled with her master again, Just because she refused to drink medicine.

Unable to stand his stubbornness, she said in a fit of anger that she wanted to leave him, and finally provoked him into a rage, and the two broke up unhappy.

It has been snowing heavily for three days, the windows are covered with snow, the air seems to have frozen into ice, and the sparrows under the eaves are shivering from the cold and shrinking their wings.

She gently got off the bed, put on a thick cloak, and pushed open the door against the wind and snow. The oncoming cold wind mixed with a few flakes of snow scraped on her delicate cheeks. She couldn't help wrapping herself in a cotton coat. His whole body was getting colder and colder.

Candlelight was still burning in the study in the distance, and Master's tall and generous shadow hit the casement, and her heart felt sour and warm.

She quietly groped into the kitchen, lit the stove, lit the fire, and boiled water to make tea.

There was a soft "squeak"——

Holding the food plate in his hand, Hua Qiangu quietly pushed open the door, and saw the master lying quietly by the desk, seeming to have fallen asleep.

In the past two years, the open and covert battles with the demons have exhausted the vitality of the six realms. Every plan made the master exhausted, and every battle exhausted him.

In the past few years, his existence has almost become the hope of the entire fairyland and even the whole world, and the reliance of everyone in the world. Everyone believes that as long as there is Changliu Shangxian, they can have peace.

It is no longer a rumor that Fuzheng Dao is not declining, and keeping the peace in all directions is no longer a rumor, but a belief that everyone firmly believes in.

Hua Qiangu gently put the food plate on the table, then took off the cloak covered in snowflakes, rubbed her red fingers, approached him, and put the cloak on the back of the chair for him superior.

A few white hairs on the side of Master's sideburns hurt her eyes. In the past few years, every time the demons stormed the fairy world, some of Master's hairs would turn white.

She couldn't help but put her fingers into his hair, groping for those tough silver threads, some were half white, some were all white, from the tip of the hair to the root of the hair.

Master was less than thirty when he became a fairy, and his spells are so pure that he shouldn't be old, but his spells have been worn out over the years, and he has to plan and plan all the time, which greatly damages his mental strength and makes his hair grow.

When Hua Qiangu realized that it was inappropriate to do so, his hands were grabbed and fastened tightly. Bai Zihua looked at her quietly with his dark eyes, and said coldly, "Didn't you say you want to leave? What else are you here for?"

The habit he has practiced in the battlefield for many years has made him sleep very lightly, and he will wake up when there is a slight disturbance, not to mention that tonight he just squinted for a while when he was tired from reading, and he was already alert when she walked in the door.

Hua Qiangu withdrew her hand helplessly, and uncovered the two small white porcelain cups on the food plate, she lowered her eyebrows, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those words, you... eat Let’s get something.” The crystal-clear red bean balls exude a sweet smell, lined with the small white cup, they are really beautiful, and the hot air will turn the snowflakes mixed in her black hair into crystal snowflakes. Drops of water fell on the table.

Bai Zihua silently took her little hand that was red with cold, covered it in the big palm and rubbed it lightly, pursed her thin lips lightly, said nothing, but cast her eyes on the other cup on the desk.

The scarlet decoction in the cup fluctuated slightly, exuding an unpleasant medicinal smell, Hua Qiangu gritted her teeth, picked up the blood medicine that had been cold to the bone, and poured it down in one gulp, she compromised again.

How could she not know what was in there, the master had reported the idea early in the morning, and wanted to purify the demonic energy in her body, and the most direct and quickest way was to replace her demonic blood with his pure blood.

Just like forcing Master to drink her own blood back then, the same method fell on her, and she had no choice but to compromise.

With a strong smell of blood in his mouth, Hua Qiangu resisted the feeling of vomiting, gently opened another small white porcelain cup, and smiled sweetly: "Master, can I eat with you?"

The author has something to say: Yesterday, I discussed the painting bones with my friend who thought it was, and found that the tragedy between the painting bones is an endless loop.

Therefore, the author will not write articles to cater to the tastes of readers in the future. I only write the stories I want to write, and I will no longer stick to the restrictions set by the original work, and I will no longer care about whether there is an outofcharacter.

Just as Disney can make "Hamlet" into "The Lion King", Zhang Yimou can make "Thunderstorm" into "Curse of Golden Armor", the same background presented through different angles is another brand new story.

☆、Drawing from the bottom of the pot