Chapter 67： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 24

The candlelight flickered, and the warm yellow halo was soft and warm, covering all the small rooms.

The Zhulan towers tall, the light-colored curtains are gently fluttering, the glazed screens are radiant, and clusters of flowers compete with each other, delicate and moist, reflecting the spring light on one side of the pond.

A pale golden bee danced leisurely, slowly stopped at the edge of the basin, and flew up again, avoiding the flying spray.

There was a small flame burning under the bathtub, beautiful crystal blue. If you look carefully, it is actually a piece of crystal clear stone, and the profound energy pulsates in the transparent crystal stone, like a jubilant flame.

The water surface was wafting with verdant spiritual leaves, scented with delicate fragrance.

Xie Ziyou stared blankly at herself sitting in the bathtub, the water dripped down the condensed black hair, dripping down her shoulders, and her skin seemed to be smeared with oil, brightly reflecting the dim light of the candle fire, and the neck was heated above her neck. The water evaporates, showing a beautiful crimson color.

...So ashamed.

Xie Ziyou couldn't wait to cover his eyes, his cheeks were so hot, he caught the system and roared: "What's the matter, he peeped at me to take a bath?"

These can't be dreams in front of me.

Everyone’s dreams are transformed on the pictures they have experienced and seen. If Xie Ziyou hadn’t traveled from the 21st century and had seen the bustling cities, the nameless flower could not be transformed into an ice-bound city, in order to fake tragedies, Make him desperate.

Not to mention that this dream is very realistic, the screen is described with a touch of detail, even the system is actually on the scene, and the picture of two people playing in the water is perfectly reproduced.

The reality of the situation and the meticulous details almost made Xie Ziyou think that Xie Heng had installed a camera in his bathroom.

After a long silence, the system cautiously said: "Youyou, is it because the illusions are interlinked? Anonymous flower extracts details from your mind and piece them together to create a more realistic dream for Xie Heng?"

Before its words fell, Xie Ziyou turned around in front of him.

The angle of view shifted sharply, and he felt that he was grabbed by a warm hand and plunged into the pool.

Gurulu's bubbles floated up, while Xie Ziyou slowly sank.

A more impactful picture was presented in front of him, still exquisite in details, without any difference, even a small mole on his shoulder traced a clear outline.

The black hair floated, and the skin glowed under the water, ripples everywhere, like a dream.

Xie Ziyou's voice trembled and said in disbelief, "System, is this also memory splicing?"

how can that be?

When has he sneaked into his bathtub and watched from such a perspective?

The system also had a headache. One person, one system, thinking hard for a long time, suddenly a stream of light flashed through Xie Ziyou's mind. The young man suddenly raised his head and said, "Sword bone!"

This is the perspective of the sword bone!

The sword bone is not a life, it is impossible to be drawn into the illusion, and the memory splicing is self-defeating.

There is only one possibility for the rest.

No matter how unbelievable it is, Xie Ziyou has to admit that there is a special induction between the protagonist and the sword bone, and can use the perspective of the sword bone to monitor his words and deeds!

unacceptable.

Xie Ziyou clutched his hot cheeks, gritted his teeth and thought, this **** looks like a dog, pretending to be a gentleman, and he is actually behind...I am really shameless, and I am not ashamed of it.

This **** takes up all the bargains.

Even the old man, it can't be this way of playing!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he only hated that Xie Heng's figure was not in his field of vision, otherwise he would have to rush forward and Dashou Guangzi would slap him.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for a whisper from a distance, and an unfamiliar female voice said, "My son, good time has arrived."

The picture in front of Xie Ziyou turned again.

He saw himself standing in the candle-lit hall, dressed in joy and extravagance, the vermilion robe was embroidered with elegant gold edges, and the exquisite hibiscus pattern was overflowing under the colorful lights.

The black hair was **** with a bamboo hairpin, his eyes were pale and glaze, and a small smile hung around his red lips. He was tall and elegant, with a leisurely appearance.

The red candle hung high, and the door door was posted with a red happy character, a faint red halo reflected on the boy's white cheeks, fainted between the delicate eyebrows, turning into an unconcealable joy.

Xie Ziyou slowly played a question mark in his heart.

Where is this trouble again?

Could it be that... Xie Heng's most feared scene is that he didn't accept his love, and instead got married with others?

Although Xie Ziyou was worried about Xie Heng's state, thinking about this, he couldn't help but raise his jaw slightly, faintly proud.

What this person cares most is himself.

But in the next second, the figure striding outside the door broke Xie Ziyou’s conjecture. There was wind under Xie Heng’s feet, and the hem of the brocade robe was hunting and hunting while walking. The sword eyebrows were dyed with a slight drunkenness. The eyes are shining, like stars.

Seeing the figure standing still in the room, Xie Heng's eyes lit up and couldn't help but leap forward. The short few steps from entering the door to entering the hall caused him to use the profound energy to cultivate his base, which was abruptly shortened by a few seconds.

The bubble in Xie Ziyou's heart was punctured.

He watched as he was embraced by Xie Heng in the illusion, and his cheeks flew into double clouds, kissing the young man.

The scene changed silently, and the two kissed and fell sideways on the bed.

The golden thread red was arched, and a depressed gasp and a forbearing groan gradually spread from below, thin and shallow, cat-like.

The red candle burned all night, and the low groan rang all night.

Until the end of the long night, a faint light filled the horizon.

Xie Ziyou's blood was surging, and he almost heard a loud heartbeat in his ears-knowing that it was an illusion, but the "Xie Ziyou" in the dream was too real, and his eyebrows were almost traced to his face. Watching this erotica, it was like Looking in the mirror.

Countless complicated memories of the previous life reverberated in the teenager's mind, and behind each picture was a joyful time.

The memory gradually overlaps with the picture in front of him. The phantom "Xie Ziyou" has the eyes raised, and the back of his neck faints with a large red. There are fine teardrops on the crow feather-like long eyelashes. The wet sweat makes a few strands of hair stick to the forehead It stretches beautifully from the neck to the spine, like a winding snow line, and like a swan curling its neck, it is very attractive.

"Is this a nightmare?"

Xie Ziyou stubbornly covered his ears, gnashed his teeth and cursed: "System, you open your eyes and see, this is the scariest thing?"

This is clearly called "I don't know if I am a guest in my dream"!

The system also had a headache. I took out the heavy information in the system space, carefully checked it for a long time, and pointed out the definitions and descriptions of "Anonymous Flower" and "Minghe" to Xie Ziyou.

One person, one system, big eyes to small eyes, looking at each other.

"Wait again," the system said helplessly, "you swim, wait a second. The time lapse speed of dreams is different from that of the outside world. These may just be foreshadowing, there are deep meanings behind, don't be impatient."

Xie Ziyou wanted to **** deep meaning, there is no deep meaning, it is clear that someone's brain is on the brain.

The young man bowed his head deeply, covered his hot cheeks, tried to ignore the **** moan that floated into his ears, his hands were tightly twisted together, his knuckles were tight.

He wished to have a craniotomy for the two rolling over on the bed.

But the system is reasonable. If the nameless flower is really aimed at the most vulnerable part of people's heart and makes a big blow, then these are just foreshadowing, and the most important part has not yet arrived.

No more patience, Xie Ziyou said to himself, patience again.

...Then he was forced to watch the second night, the third night...the seventh night.

The time lapse of the dreams is indeed different, as if it was just a short moment, and as if seven days had really passed, Xie Ziyou shrank into the corner of the wall in a daze, trying to open the dark circles, and said dejectedly: "System, I want to kill."

Too depressed.

At first, it was just a simple observation. Later, Xie Ziyou gradually discovered that the longer he stays in the illusion, his spirit will gradually sink, and he will quietly move closer to the illusion.

Especially in this dream, there are illusions based on him.

On the last night, Xie Ziyou almost possessed the illusion. With the sympathy, every warm kiss of Xie Heng fell on his lips, numb and intoxicating.

The young man has handsome eyebrows, his black eyes are sentimental, and he has thin calluses on his hands because of sword practice all the year round.

Being watched affectionately by a pair of familiar deep eyes, his slightly rough finger pads grabbed his wrists, and opened his five fingers one by one. Xie Ziyou trembled all over, and the electric shock spurred along the nerve center, making it hard to hold himself.

Come again tonight?

If things go on like this, what's the deal?

The system was so helpless, so I had to comfort Xie Ziyou: "Swim calmly, don't be impulsive. You also enjoy it, right? I think the illusion was very strange at first, and I have become more enthusiastic and active in the past few days..."

"What nonsense!" Xie Ziyou blushed and said viciously, "That's an illusion, not me!"

The system couldn't laugh or cry, and said softly: "Well, it's not you, it's all caused by fantasy."

Xie Ziyou turned his head and gritted his teeth fiercely.

For seven days, the two of them did nothing, so they lay in bed and did it.

It's crazy.

But on the seventh day, it was different.

The mist was billowing, the picture turned abruptly, the morning light was faintly, Xie Heng changed his clothes, spiritual dark brown, cuffs embroidered with low-key dark gold patterns, although dusty, his eyes were bright, and his temperament was impressive.

He seems to have traveled dozens of miles of mountain roads just now, his neat short boots are covered with dust, but the gold buckle is still sharp, and his hair is messed up by the mountain wind, scattered on the ears, messy and sexy.

As soon as he entered the house, the boy couldn't wait, and went straight to the phantom Xie Ziyou, with a cheerful tone: "Youyou, I brought you a gift!"

Phantom turned his head curiously, and raised his slender eyebrows slightly: "What gift?"

"you guess?"

Mirage frowned slightly: "...I don't guess."

"Then you kiss me."

The real Xie Ziyou watched as the two were tired and crooked, and kissed again. There was also a damp and warm touch on his lips, as if there was something sucking his lips gently, and then dexterously leaning into it, along the neat teeth. The seam keeps licking and prying.

Xie Ziyou had a fever in his ears and covered his slightly swollen lips.

Unable to speak, he winked his eyebrows and complained to the system silently: too much!

The system warmly said: "It's okay, it's been so many days, not bad."

"It's not a matter of kissing!" Xie Ziyou squeezed a few words between his teeth, "It's too time-consuming. There was a movie in my previous life that said that someone died in a dream, and he would wake up in reality, or you Give me the whole point of TN/T, let's blow it up..."

"Wait for a swim, don't be impulsive!" The system hurriedly said, "This is not a simple dream. Do you remember the freezing marks on your arms?"

Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback.

Right.

If the situation here can be counterproductive to reality, he would not be able to resort to intense awakening to Xie Heng.

Otherwise, it would really blow up Xie Heng in reality, and he would have nowhere to cry.

...... But it's always like this, it's not a solution?

Xie Ziyou was covering his beloved mouth, in a complicated mood. He watched Xie Heng and the phantom warm enough, and his slender hand reached into the skirt of his clothes, and Zhenzhi took out something cherished.

That is a cluster of spirit grass.

The blades of grass are in the shape of small sharp swords, with wonderful Dao patterns floating all over the body, and they shake without wind.

The colorful light flowing around the grass roots was brilliant, and as soon as the entire cluster of grass blades were taken out, the light reflected the entire room.

Xie Heng cautiously held the blade of grass, cherished it and handed it to the phantom, and said softly: "This is the legendary sword grass, which is only born in the ancient secret space that has been opened for a hundred years. It is of great benefit to sword repairers... Oh, be careful! The blades of grass are sharp, and you are holding the roots of the grass. Don't cut your hands. I will feel distressed."

Zhen Xie Ziyou watched eagerly and saw that the delicate blade of grass, which was a hundred times brighter than jewelry, was gently held up and placed in the palm of the phantom.

Damn it, so sore.

Xie Ziyou felt that his heart was bleeding. He grabbed the system and said fiercely, "He never gave me a gift!"

"...No?" The system was puzzled, "Guan Heng has been with you for a hundred years and hasn't given a gift?"

Xie Ziyou said angrily: "That is the last world, not this world, it is Guan Heng, not Xie Heng!"

"...Aren't they all the same?"

"How can it be the same!"

Xie Ziyou grinds his teeth fiercely, looking at Xie Heng's gaze is very unkind, thinking about you asshole, waiting for Lao Tzu.

Look at going out from the illusion, how do you explain it.

On the other side, the phantom took the spirit grass and looked at it for a moment, but it was lacking in interest.

He put the spirit grass aside, waved to Xie Heng, smiled slightly and said, "It's a coincidence, I also have a gift for you."

Xie Heng was pleasantly surprised and leaned forward happily——

Xie Ziyou's heart palpitated, and a sense of anxiety instantly enveloped him. He raised his head subconsciously, regardless of whether Xie Heng could hear it, and shouted: "Don't go there!"

"Stab!"

it is too late.

Xie Heng maintained the momentum of leaning forward, his back suddenly tightened!

His pupils contracted, in disbelief, staring dullly at the clear face of the phantom close at hand, the false "Xie Ziyou" nestled in his arms, eyebrows curled, and a sweet smile.

Baixi held a sharp knife in his hand.

Dao Meng was sensual, and the cold light flickered, deeply inserted into Xie Heng's waist.