The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Welcome to [Surviving Dreams] Extremely Evil - Nightmare World! ”

Zhao Hai fell to the ground like that and fell peacefully into his sleep.

"Miss, is it too cheap for you to let him die in your dreams? ”

Even nightmares don't bring real pain...

The thought was not over, and the smoke glared shockingly.

Only Zhao Hai, lying on the ground, began to grow old at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The hair is white, the skin is wrinkled and one tooth falls off.

By the end, his hair had fallen out, his nails had fallen off, his body had creased, and his bones had broken when he touched them.

And the look on his face was always frightened and desperate, as if he wanted to die instantly.

“This... what's going on? ”

Mu Yan smiled. “The dreams of the dreams, the dreams of the dreams, are not just dreams. Instead, it was like too illusory a dream moment, when he woke up, his soul had gone through a million rounds. ”

“What he experienced in his dreams was a purgatory unimaginable to ordinary people, where he could not die, could not escape, could only experience it over and over again until, a moment later, he woke up. ”

Zhao Hai opened his eyes suddenly, trembling and wanting to talk, but found that he could only make an old hissing sound.

He was too old to hear a sound or say a complete word.

He thinks he's out of his dreams, but actually, he's back in his real nightmares.

His soul is trapped in an old body, every breath is painful, a slight lift of his arm can feel the pain of a broken bone.

And he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

Listening to Moo-yan's narratives, such as smoke and the people of the Underworld Flame Army, was staring at each other.

Then he rang the "Dream of Life" he had heard during his weekday training and shook a shake.

It's worse than dying a hundred times to think of being in such a terrible nightmare.

Mu Yan came down and looked at the saliva flowing on the ground. Zhao Hai, an old man, smiled. “Aren't you sullied so many young girls for eternal youth? If you are so afraid of old age, then enjoy the taste of death in the old age. ”

= = =

“Ho Tian, Ho Tian! ”

Feng Haitang jumped from the bed to the familiar room setting, and...

“Miss, I... I have to save?” She stunned her hand and touched her chest, where it was fresh and refreshing, with neither sticky blood nor a sword passing through it, and the pain on her body, even more so, disappeared without a trace.

Feng Haitang looked at the beautiful girl sitting beside the bed, her eyes slightly wet, “Miss, did you save me again? Where's Ho Tian? How's he doing? ”

Mu Yan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, he's fine, he jumps like you. Now I guess... I'm dealing with something. ”

Feng Haitang first heard a joy.

Then I looked around subconsciously, and the color of pleasure in my eyes, a little bit replaced by disappointment and sadness.

Yan Haotian was fine, but he didn't want to stay with her.

So he's still reluctant to accept himself?

Even if he really loves himself, even if he can die for himself, but...

But between them, there is an insurmountable heaven.

After all, it has nothing to do with it?

Why? Why can't even death stop them, but they still can't be together?