Chapter 635

When Ramses' spiritual power was fully developed, Yao Jingjing saw the endless desert and scattered pyramids like children's toys stacked on the beach.

She remembered seeing such a desert when she saw grandma in her mother's dream, but it was not so broad and clear. It has obviously gone beyond the boundary of mother's dream. It may be the spiritual residue left by grandma in the old album box.

In addition, a long time ago, Aoki once took her into the desert at the end of the Dream Corridor guarded by the white cat and wanted to return the corridor to her, but she was not able to protect it at that time.

The yellow sand is long and the world is boundless. This dream gives Yao Jingjing great pressure. She could not find the edge of the dream, even if she exhausted all her strength, she could not get rid of the bondage of the spirit.

She began to feel like a long lost nightmare, as if she had pressed a big stone on her chest. She used the most primitive method to relax her consciousness, adjust her breathing and try to get rid of the nightmare, but she only saw the vague outline and confused lights of the bar, and soon was wrapped by the powerful spiritual vortex and returned to the boundless quicksand.

She began to call her mother and grandma until she called Aoki's name. Then she saw the young red haired king sitting in the pyramid palace.

Ramses wore a high crown, a leopard skin cloak, a red curly hair and a red beard on his jaw, like a flowing flame. The flame flowed from his shoulder to his hand, and from his hand to the red Scepter like coral.

"So his name is Aoki." the young Ramses smiled and didn't look like he was sitting in the corner of the bar. "He taught you good things, but he was too stingy and taught too little."

Yao Jingjing said: "he is not stingy, because he has gone far away."

"Well, I see," said Ramses, "and I guess who he is."

"Who is he?"

"Like me, the king guarding the holy land. I'll help him finish what he didn't have time to teach you." Ramesses shook the red coral branch in his hand, and a spiritual force like a burst of flame rushed into the sky.

The sky began to rain with fire.

The flame fell on her, and Yao Jingjing felt the heat unbearable. But she must hold back. She knows that the other party is testing her and instructing her. Indeed, Aoki has gone too long. Compared with the original, Yao Jingjing didn't believe in her own progress. She could only grope bit by bit for how many problems she had encountered. If Aoki were there, she might have made a greater breakthrough.

The pyramid palace and Ramses are gone. Only yellow sand and fire rain are left between heaven and earth.

Yao Jingjing feels hot and thirsty, like a traveler who hasn't drunk water after walking in the desert for three days. She saw an oasis ahead, the blue lake was shining like a gem, and even the wind from there was a trace of cool.

She walked and walked that way. I don't know how long she walked. It seemed that she had walked for a century, and the oasis was still far away.

She saw her clothes crumbling in the wind, turning into dust and mixing into the surrounding sand. Her muscles began to shrink, and her skin became shriveled and wrinkled due to lack of water, like the land cracked during the drought. She felt her face clinging to her cheekbones, her lips so thin that only a line remained, and her mouth and nostrils were filled with wind and sand. Her fingers slowly stiffened and dried into branches in the sun.

She knew that if she couldn't insist on walking to the oasis and finding water, she would soon become a mummy and be buried in the sand forever.

Just then, she heard someone calling her: "Yao... Jingjing!... Jingjing!... Jingjing!"

She turned back slowly and saw a shiny bald head reflecting dazzling white light in a yellow desert. For the first time, she thought that a man can look good after shaving his head.

Yao Jingjing couldn't help laughing, although the stiff and carbonized muscle fibers on her face couldn't show her smile at all. She thought of the hair of the men she cared about and cared about, a chicken nest head and a bald head, and she thought both of them were beautiful. Sometimes she really wondered if there was something wrong with her aesthetics.

Hou Biao shouted "Jingjing, Jingjing" as he walked. His strong body like an ox began to wither in the desert. Yao Jingjing watched his clothes turn into fly ash, his muscles slowly contract and carbonize, and his skin keeps tightening. Only the bald head is still as bright as a mirror.

He came to her and grabbed her dry hand. "Jingjing, I'll save you."

Yao Jingjing wanted to cry when she heard this sentence, as if a lonely and desperate child heard the call of her relatives, the people who fell into the ice lake grabbed the life-saving rope, and the night walkers in the dark saw the dawn. Her tears swirled in her eyes. While her joints were still moving, her fingers used their last strength to seize the hard-earned hope.

Two withered shuttle like hands were tightly clasped together, and their bodies as dry as corpses supported and relied on each other in the boundless desert, walking towards the distant oasis.

The wind and sand covered their footprints, fascinated their eyes and blocked their ears. They can't see, hear or even feel the existence of the world.

But Yao Jingjing knew that he was right beside her - that shiny bald head, like a lamp, lit up some dark places in her heart. She felt a trace of warmth. The indistinguishable void came close to her body and flowed in her body, proving that she and he were still alive.

Just then, she suddenly felt a tremor, the wind and sand returned, the world reappeared, and a loud drink came from the void:

"Almost. I'm not tired for a while. Take care of other people's feelings!"

The sound shattered the space like a thunderstorm, the strong wind rose, the yellow sand rolled, the sky sank and the earth disappeared.

Yao Jingjing knows that this is the signal of dream collapse. She looked to the side. Hou Biao was looking at her affectionately with his dry eyes, but there was childish simplicity in those eyes.

She smoothly withdrew from her dream and found that she didn't know when she had stood up from her seat. Hou Biao stood in front of her, facing each other and holding her hands together.

The lifelong flower stood aside, forked and stared at them, with an angry and funny look on his face.

Yao Jingjing blushed and quickly let go, but he didn't want Hou Biao to grasp too tightly and couldn't break free for a moment. She thought of the whole life spent talking about hou Biao's amnesia. When she went to see Hou Biao, she found that he was really standing at a loss like a child, but his eyes at her were clearly affectionate.

The lifelong flower shook her head and said, "I can leave it to you. It's best to find a way to let him forget what Qingmu told him. I can manage children, but I can't manage older children."

She then turned to Ramses in the corner, frowned and asked, "who is he?"

Yao Jingjing doesn't know how to explain. Ramses has stood up, his cloak is covered tightly, his hands are hidden in his pockets, his head is lowered, and he walks out and says, "meet by chance, just have a drink."

Hou Biao was obviously hostile to him and watched him leave vigilantly until he walked out of the door of the bar, walked away along the street outside the bar and disappeared into the boundless night.

When passing through the window, Yao Jingjing clearly heard the voice from Ramses to her consciousness through the glass:

"Your grandmother's grave is empty and there is no body in it. Look at her photos. She is not old and may have been alive all the time. Ah, you see how heroic she was when she joined the army, like a man!"

Yao Jingjing was shocked and wanted to ask what else. Ramses had disappeared. When she recovered, she saw the heroic life flower looking at her with a smile.

She found that her and Hou Biao's hands were still tightly held and had not separated.