Chapter 113

Flowers bloom more and more, red, white, pink and purple, interwoven into a picture. You seem to hear the sound of petals blooming, like the slightly open red lips on a woman's pink face.

Pollen is blown everywhere by the wind, like colored autumn fog.

The cuckoo said with a smile, "does it smell good? Smell more!"

"Poppy flowers are really beautiful and smell good, but they are poisonous!" Aoki sighed.

"Knowing that it is poisonous, how many people can resist?" the cuckoo hugged Qingmu's neck, leaned closer and closer, and the breath of speech had been sprayed on Qingmu's face. "It can make you want to be immortal and die, so why care about whether it is poisonous or not!"

"Is there opium in the medicine pot you soaked?" Qingmu also hugged the cuckoo's waist, and the two rolled down in the flowers.

"Hehe, guess what?"

"Have you heard about Humen's destructed Opium?" asked Aoki.

"Huh?"

"A historical story tells you how to fight opium."

"No one can resist the temptation of opium! Unless you don't touch it."

"No, there's a way."

"What?"

"A fire burned."

Cuckoo giggled: "your knowledge of history is not clear, and you do not understand opium. Humen did not use fire to burn tobacco. Lin Zexu used the method of burning tung oil, but the burnt soaks will infiltrate into the underground, so that you can extract it, so your burning method is not good, and opium is not burned."

"But you are not opium, you are just a poppy."

"What's the matter?"

"Poppies can be burned."

"Hehe, do you want to burn me too? OK! I've already burned. Come on, hurry up..."

However, in the midst of the fragrance, the cuckoo smelled an uncoordinated and choking smell of smoke.

She sniffed her nose and looked sideways and saw that black smoke was rising in the corner of the wooden building.

She remembered the cigarette butts thrown out by Aoki just now. The meteor crossed the sky and seemed to remain in the room of the small wooden building.

The wind kept blowing in dead leaves from the window and gathered them towards the corner, just like moths jumping on the flame.

Where the black smoke has been smoked, the poppy flowers wither one after another.

"Fire!"

Cuckoo wants to get up and put out the fire. Once such a small wooden building burns, it can't escape.

However, she is now tightly held by Aoki, with her four legs intertwined. Aoki doesn't loosen, and she can't stand up at all.

"Hey! There's really a fire!" cried the cuckoo. "I didn't expect you to break my incense skill in this way. You're powerful this time! Let go of me. If you don't let go, we'll be burned!"

Aoki looked at her with a smile: "poppy flowers die, and being a ghost is also romantic!"

"You!" the cuckoo struggled hard, but couldn't get rid of it. The two people were like two * * snakes. "What are you doing, don't move! I admit defeat! Oh, no... let me go..."

Her body trembled, and pleasure and pain came at the same time. She obviously felt wrong, but she didn't know why.

The black smoke is getting less and less. That's because the fire is big. The fire not only burned the dead leaves, but also the floors and walls of the small wooden building began to burn.

Everything here is combustible. There is nothing to block the fire or put out the fire.

There's still time to escape!

"Let go of me! If you want to be cool, I'll make you cool enough when you go out! But don't choose such an extreme method, okay? I don't want to die with you." the cuckoo even began to beg.

"Who said I would die with you?"

Aoki's voice was lazy, and there was no burning anxiety at all.

incorrect! The cuckoo found that the sound of Qingmu didn't come from under her.

She looked up.

The man at the head of the chicken nest was standing in front of him, his hands in his trouser pockets, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with a smile.

There were flames everywhere.

The cuckoo saw Aoki's old windbreaker expand backward under the impact of flame heat flow, like an inflated hot-air balloon.

And the damn man was still in the mood to force in the fire. He slowly tilted his head, stretched the cigarette in his mouth to the side, and lit a cigarette with a flame that was much taller than a person.

What kind of person is this!

Cuckoo suddenly remembered that he was not under himself? Isn't he with himself?

She looked down and saw that the man under her was closing his eyes and enjoying himself. She looked up again as like as two peas in two men. But she already knew that the one standing there pretending to be forced was real.

So who's this?

The cuckoo's chest fluctuated violently. Although she was lying there, her chest was as uncomfortable as pressing a big stone. She wanted to move, but the man under her was too tight with her, like being entangled by a python.

She felt hard to breathe and couldn't even move her fingers.

What a familiar feeling I haven't seen for a long time!

Cuckoo remembered that when she was young, every time she fell asleep in the medicine jar, she would be like this and couldn't move. Then she saw master coming, sat down beside her and told her it was a dream.

At first, she was always terrified. Because of fear, she woke up from her sleep and often splashed a pot of potion everywhere.

How many years have it been! She thought she would never be trapped by dreams again. She didn't know she was dreaming when she would never dream again. She is a sober person. Master said that people like her are called awakeners.

She was so big that apart from her master, she only met one awakener - the man captured her heart as soon as he appeared, even though she was only 13 years old at that time.

She tried to charm the handsome man with her girl's body and unique body fragrance, but she failed. The man named situ seemed immune to all her means.

Master said that situ has reached the level of controlling group consciousness and may be the most powerful of the few awakened people in the world.

Over the years, cuckoo has always wanted to try again whether the man is really immune to everything about her, even if she treats him with her heart, not just a dream.

Now, there is another man, an unconquerable man.

She knew that everything just now might be false. She didn't hypnotize the man, but she was hypnotized by the other party. She didn't know what method he used and when he did it.

Now, she is at the critical moment of nightmare, and there is a trace of Qingming in her mind.

You won't succeed!

Relax, relax... Relax again... Cuckoo kept hinting to herself, slowly slowing down her breathing and controlling the rhythm. Then, her consciousness finally recovered to Qingming.

For a real awakened person like her, of course, she would not be as flustered and overwhelmed as those who first entered the Qingming dream. After the nightmare ended, she immediately emptied her consciousness, got rid of the dream and went back to reality.

The person under her suddenly disappeared. She fell to the floor and knocked her chin on the ground. It hurt a little.

It's okay. It's real pain. Prove you're awake.

The surrounding poppies and vines were gone.

But why is the surrounding flame real? The fire is burning! The small wooden building is about to lose its support.

That damn chicken coop is still smoking there.

"I didn't expect you to destroy my incense skill in this way! You're powerful!" the cuckoo jumped up from the ground, because there was really nothing to cover, so he had to rush out, "are you really not afraid of being burned?"

She went through the wooden building and jumped out of the back window. She patted off the flames on several strands of burning hair with her hand and ran away at top speed.

The small wooden building behind him collapsed in the fire, and countless sparks rushed into the sky.

The cuckoo stopped and turned to look. With a cold hum, she said to herself, "only fools can burn with fire! What if you break my dream inducing skill? You haven't burned yourself!"

As soon as her voice fell, she saw a figure coming out of the ruins of the burning building.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth and his hands were inserted in his trouser pockets. There were two or three ignition seedlings on the head of the chicken nest. The old windbreaker was fluttering and rustling with the heat. The pull board under his feet stepped on the path in the back mountain and kicked