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“Cough, Sister White Dragon, don't worry too much.” Song Shuhang coughed softly, "Even if AXVI did not enter the spot for the Gale Saint Mountain Trial, there is still Senior White's ‘Blackhouse Edition’ one-time flying sword. ”

Su Shi A XVI looked up at Sister Bai Long and said: “And if you want to draw energy, you shouldn't draw your strength, should you? ”

Song Shuhang nodded in favour: “After all, Sister Bai Long, you are the real dragon. ”

Sister Bai Long is silent.

She looked down at Song Shuhang and stared at him half the time.

Ultimately, she shook her head gently and sighed: “Sure enough, I'm tired of talking to a teenager like you who hasn't tried the frost blade for 10 years. Create opportunities for you, but you can't handle them.” - I helped you attack, and you tried to stab me with your tentacles?

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

It always felt like Sister White Dragon was bending over to ridicule him.

Squeak ~

At this point, the door was pushed open again.

“So late, aren't you two resting? Can't you sleep?” Senior Bai came in with an empty kettle and handed it to Song Shuhang.

After Song Shuhang took over the empty kettle, he naturally sent it to the core world's 'living spring' spring eyes, filled with water to remove it, and handed it to Senior Bai, "I'm just finished. ”

“I saw the bookmarking room light was still on, so I came to check it out.” Su Shi AXVI replied.

“Since I haven't slept yet, I'll buy you tea. I bought flower tea at noon when I was shopping in the veterinary cultivation world. This tea boosts sleep quality and works very well after drinking it.” Senior White smiled.

Under the moon in the pavilion.

Senior White started boiling water and making tea.

Senior Tortoise, Lady Onion, Su Shi A XVI, Song Shuhang platoon sit.

I don't know what kind of flower tea Senior White is made of, very fragrant.

After Song Shuhang had a drink, his eyelids became heavy.

After a drink, he drinks and falls asleep.

Between the confusion, Song Shuhang dreamed of another familiar scene.

It's a white cloud world.

Song Shuhang walked in the clouds, like stepping on cotton.

In front of him, there was a figure leading the way, and he followed.

Walking, the figure in front suddenly turned.

Confucian saint!

The eyes of the saint are as bright as the sun.

Seeing the familiar very hanging saint, Song Shuhang's lower back had a recessive pain - he had studied that it was most likely pregnancy back pain.

What surprise will the saint bring him this time?

After studying spiders with three eyes and heavy eyes, does the saint have to study flies this time?

But surprisingly, the saint in his dreams did not talk about the 'eyes’, but spoke out and said, "Do you know the Yuan Baby? ”

“Yes, in the realm of the Seven Distinguished People, Lotus Shanghua Lotus was born a Yuan Baby.” Song Shuhang replied.

“Wrong.” The eyes of the saint were splendid: “Without experiencing pregnancy, where is the Yuan Baby? ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

After a big bend, should we get back to Pregnancy Gaze?

Route, this is all route.

“Fertility, infancy, do you understand?” The eyes of saints shine with light.

Knock it off!

Song Shuhang suddenly shocked, consciousness came a moment of cool and awakened from the dream.

“It's a dream, it's a dream.” Song Shuhang muttered.

As he spoke, suddenly he realized that his consciousness was still floating at height.

Dreams… don't seem to be over yet?

Serial dreams? Dreaming?

It doesn't give people a chance to log out.

In a dream.

His consciousness drifted and he eventually drifted into a building he was familiar with -- a teaching building at his old alma mater, the second high school in Wenzhou.

In this building, students listen carefully.

From the podium, there is a familiar and unfamiliar teacher who is teaching students about life.

Including - the process of childbearing and the birth of the baby.

Speaking of which, I'm still pregnant.

Song Shuhang: “…”

This nightmare is endless, isn't it?

[There's no end! Why do you, a grown man, dream all over and over again of being ’pregnant'?] A feeble voice, dissatisfied.

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

- Who is it?

Is this someone influencing his dreams?

I mean, how come I suddenly started having nightmares about being pregnant, and somebody messed me up in the dark?

Now that we know someone's messing with it, we're good to go.

Dream and spiritual aspects are the strengths of Song Shuhang.

Dreaming of this gifted ability will not be mentioned.

Whether he is a Kung Fu Snake beauty, a fairy maker, or a soft-skinned black feather, or a Heart Demon Red Sword, he has the ability to target or resist dreams.

“True My Meditation Scripture!” Song Shuhang proactively opened his‘ space of consciousness’.

The vast space of consciousness opens.

[In other words, I haven't paid attention to who I really am in a while. I don't know what my state has become now? Song Shuhang festivals his‘ true me ’.

In the meantime, he was possessed by Confucian saints. How can he say that?

Soon, 'True Me’ emerged in conscious space.

Song Shuhang actually guessed correctly this time - his true self was indeed influenced by Confucian saints.

For example, on top of my head, the Confucian-style spatula!

Look down…

It's gone down there.

Just like the body, there's only one stick with its head suspended in the air and a pitch-black metal hue.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes in pain and couldn't bear to look directly at his true self.

The fairy appeared, and she reached out and touched Song Shuhang's true self, singing: “I, Song ~ Dumb ~ need to use my tongue ~"

Kung De Snake beauty interface: “In void, one painting at a time. ”

"Write a tragic word? ”

“Miserable." Song Shuhang did not refute.

“Don't be skinny. Who's the guy that influenced your dreams?” The Heart Devil's Red Sword asked.

As an orthodox demon of the mind, it has never felt that someone secretly influenced Song Shuhang's dream.

Kung Fu Snake beauty is the light of Kung Fu and has not received any warning of mental attack.

“Coming out.” Song Shuhang turned his head.

Only in the space of consciousness, a figure was forcibly ingested by Song Shuhang, condensed and molded.

Short, shoulder-length hair, beautiful little face, carefully trimmed eyebrows.

It's a grown version of A XVI.

“Is that you?” Song Shuhang closed his eyes.

He really didn't think it would be her that affected his dreams.

Opposite, Dae16 calmly looked back at Song Shuhang.

“Tell me, who are you and why are you influencing my dreams?” As soon as Song Shuhang's hair was shaken, he threw out the spade towel, a Confucian-style symbol that didn't stick easily.

A magic hair dance.

“I am… Su Shi A10.” The Sixteenth Slow Return.

“She's lying.” Souzi the Black-skinned Feather affirmed.

“Six.” Sixteen days later, spit out the last word.

Song Shuhang: “…”

The Heart Devil stared at the Great 16 and said seriously: “If you are Su Shi A XVI... then you must have expired. ”