No matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't make the Jinyun in his dream really touch him. The only thing she could do was to silently accompany this Jinyun who she had imagined, smiling at his joy and feeling sad at his troubles. In addition, there is something that Jingliu is a little embarrassed to talk about. That is, she just saw a lot of naked women on Jinyun's phone... Could Jinyun be the kind of person who would watch that kind of stuff? Did I imagine him to be too weird? That's not right. Even if it's Jinyun, he's just a mortal man. He will always have that aspect... Uh, demand. Moreover, he had such superb kissing skills that I, at my prime years, could not gain any advantage over him. Every time I took the initiative to launch an "attack", I was eventually defeated by his gentle and skillful techniques. Jinyun wouldn't be a playboy, would he? Wait, focus your mind, what weird things are you thinking about?
Thinking back, he had just acted superior, accusing Bai Heng of not being able to control his thoughts. Now it seems that the biggest problem is clearly myself... Jingliu came back to his senses and found Jinyun in front of him had regained his composure. He leaned against the headboard of the bed, turned off the screen, and continued to watch short videos on his phone. It seems that he is not going to do... that anymore. Jing Liu breathed a sigh of relief, but then she felt a sense of loss for no reason. Me, I'm such a fool. What on earth was I thinking? Why was I feeling sorry for something like this? Jingliu felt that his cheeks and ears were as hot as if they were cooked. If he looked in the mirror, he would definitely see that they were as red as braised pork head. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. After a while, she moved closer to Jinyun again, pretending to rely on him, and quietly accompanied him. "Drip drip." Suddenly, a clear cell phone ringtone broke the peaceful atmosphere. Jing Liu, who had his eyes slightly closed, was startled by the ringing sound. He opened his eyes and saw Jin Yun put the phone to his ear: "Hey, Sister Xi..." "I'm sorry to bother you so late at night..." "No, no, no, I'm not borrowing money. Who do you think I am?" "Ahem, I want to ask, do you know any Maoshan Taoist priests who can catch ghosts..." "Hey Hey hey?" Jingliu didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, and then Jinyun's expression became quite complicated.
Sister Xi? Could it be that the person Jinyun called "Sister Xi" was the woman in the photo in Jinyun's room? It's really...it's impossible not to care about it. If I could live in the same era as Jinyun... Jinyun, will you treat me as someone you can confide in? When you encounter difficulties, will you tell me and rely on me? The night is long. Jingliu has always been by Jinyun's side in an intangible way, accompanying him into his dreams. It's really amazing, I have completely accepted this thing that is so close yet I can never reach it. She even felt that even if she was trapped in a dream for the rest of her life, as long as she could see Jinyun, that would be enough. After Jinyun fell asleep, she got up and paced around the room like last time. She would use her disembodied fingers to touch objects that were equally untouchable. For example, water cups, stuffed toys, books, and miscellaneous gadgets. Then she recalled how Jinyun and she drank water from the same cup, how she read books with him, told him stories, and coaxed him to sleep like a child. Whenever he thought of this, Jingliu couldn't help but smile. Slowly, her fingers fell on Jinyun's statue. This small statue, which was carved from the same mold as Jinyun, reflected a crystal clear glow under the faint moonlight that seeped into the room, as if he was wearing a suit of armor made of moonlight. Jingliu stretched out his hand without hesitation, and his slender fingers slowly fell on the statue. The moment her fingers touched the statue, a cold touch like jade suddenly burst out from her fingertips. The next second, the icy touch spread throughout her body like an electric current, causing every hair, every inch of skin, and even every cell in her body to tremble! The touch... cool! I...... Can I touch this statue?! The coolness from the fingertips was like the first ripples felt by the water in winter, causing huge waves in Jingliu's heart. She withdrew her fingers, suppressed the shock in her heart, and stared at the statue on the table with her trembling pupils. Why...... Jingliu took a deep breath and reached out to the statue again. This time, she picked up the statue and held it steadily in her hands.
Until this moment, she finally believed what was happening before her eyes. Jing Liu's trembling eyes were filled with fear and shock. what is this? In this dream, I clearly couldn't touch anything. Why is it the only statue I can touch? just like...... It was as if this thing originally belonged to her world! [The world I live in? ] Why did this thought suddenly come to me? Jingliu put the statue back with trembling hands and looked at Jinyun who was sleeping peacefully. She suddenly had an incredible idea - This place... Is it really just my dream? But if it wasn't a dream, then what was it? After being stunned for a moment, Jingliu suddenly clenched his teeth and pounced towards Jinyun as if he had made some decision. However, the moment she took this step! Search The surrounding scene was rapidly eroded and destroyed as if by weathering. The scenery in front of me, along with the moonlight outside the window that seemed to be lingering forever, receded like the tide! She suddenly opened her eyes! In front of me is still the familiar cenotaph. Looking around, the unique cave scenery of Xianzhou is still lingering before your eyes. The air seemed to carry a hint of chill, penetrating into every corner. The streets were shrouded in a slight dampness in the early hours of the morning, and a drizzle filled the air. Each drop was like an icy needle, piercing through the thin clothes and making Jingliu feel a chill that penetrated deep into his bones. The dream just now left no trace, so she couldn't find any trace. Only the throbbing and memories left in the dream kept rolling in her mind. "Jinyun..." "Jingliu, what are you mumbling about? It's time to get up." "..." Bai Heng's voice suddenly rang in his ears, forcibly pulling Jing's wandering thoughts back.
Jingliu turned her head blankly. As her consciousness slowly regained consciousness, the delicate face of the fox pilot gradually became clear in her eyes. "Bai Heng...why are you here?" "Ah? Jingliu, did you drink too much and still not sober up? This shouldn't be the case. No one drank much last night..." Bai Heng was stunned for a moment, then she held her cheek with her right hand, revealing a look of deep sorrow: "It's over, it's over. If I had known I shouldn't have started the commotion, I would be guilty if you ran onto the battlefield drunk and gave the enemy a falling 'Pingsha Luoyan' attack!" "..." While Bai Heng was muttering, Jing Liu was still lingering on the scenes in his dream. Just now, in a dream... Why can I touch the statue? What is this dreamlike feeling? No, I don't understand at all... Perhaps if I want to find the answer, I can only wait for the next opportunity. Right now, I have urgent things to do. Jingliu brushed away the scattered hair on his forehead, and his crimson eyes returned to their usual coldness and vigilance: "Where are Jingyuan and the others?" "Of course I have to hurry to where I need to go. I have to leave too. You are such a sleepy girl. You should be thankful that I didn't leave you here alone~" "..." "But it's a pity, because you didn't wake up and missed a good show! You can never imagine that the damn arrogant Dan Feng actually asked us to take care of ourselves with a worried look on his face?! Can you imagine? That was the high and mighty Dragon Lord of the Chiming Clan, Dan Feng who had an icy face all day long! And more! Ying Xing was also acting strangely, swaying like a little girl, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't... Well, but he did make a promise with me that after this war is over, he has something very important he wants to give me. Really, why did that guy make such a promise? I always feel that such a promise is unlucky... " Bai Heng is like a tape recorder that never stops. Even if he is alone, he can chatter all day long. Under normal circumstances, Jing Liu would definitely interrupt, but now, she just hoped that this girl could talk to her heart's content. "Then it's time to get going." Bai Heng stretched and smiled towards the mirror: "Master Swordsman, take care of yourself. You must come back alive." "...You too, Bai Heng." Jing Liu whispered, "You must come back alive."
"Don't worry, I have the good luck given to me by Emperor Gong Siming. Don't they always say that I have a bad mouth and cannot defeat my teammates? Although it's not kind, I am the kind of person who would rather die than let my friends die~" Bai Heng winked at Jing Liu, turned around and jumped into a battleship that came in response to her flying in the air. Watching the battleship go away, Jing Liu set his eyes on the tombstone and, as usual, caressed the words on the tombstone: "Master..." "Jinyun." "Please bless Jingliu."