The time flow rate in the Yin-Yang Gallery may be a little problem. After Yu Xing entered the room, he felt a little stuffy and drowsy.
Just waiting for someone, and having nothing to do, the sleepiness surges up.
His eyes were half-closed and he was about to fall asleep on the Eight Immortals Table. The jinglings on Yiqing's body not only did not make noise at this time, but instead helped him sleep.
"Oh, I really don't know how to enjoy it." Yiqing looked at the back of his head, shook his head unbearably, and scraped it with a cup cover. "This tea can't be found outside the world. This is the immortal tea that only exists in Yin and Yang City!"
Yu Xing asked lazily: "Can you live forever after drinking it?"
Before Yiqing answered, Yu Xing continued, "How long have you been dead? Even if you can live forever, it doesn't matter to you."
"..." A sip of tea was not up or down in his mouth, and Yiqing swallowed it for two seconds, covering his heart.
The gentle scholar's temperament was wiped out by the grinding of teeth. He put down the teacup and lay on Yu Xing's back like a spirit behind his back: "What do you mean, want to fight?"
Yu Xing fell asleep.
He doesn't completely sleep, he just closes his eyes and falls into a state where he can wake up at any time.
Yi Qing shook him twice, silently got off the person, noticed something was wrong, and murmured, "Why are you so sleepy?"
Logically speaking, Yu Xingdu has this state, and it will not affect anything if he doesn’t sleep for many days. Moreover, the test in the first section of the corridor is more about testing the mind and thinking, and there is no place to output strength.
The Qinggui was spinning around in the air, constantly thinking that Yu Xing should come in with great energy, and after seeing him, he would argue with him, or threaten him to tell some secrets of Yin and Yang City, and then began to think about how to face the actors later.
But why did you fall asleep?
Injured? I didn't smell blood.
Are you mentally frustrated? There is nothing in this copy that can make Yu Xing frustrated.
Yiqing couldn't help but poke the system.
When he communicates with the system, he never needs to make a sound, he only needs an idea: "What have you done to him?"
The system has become increasingly difficult to make since a year ago, and it is not necessarily a response to him. This time the system is still there and throws him a question mark.
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"Look at him, why is he so uninspired? Didn't you secretly trip him up?" Yi Qing said.
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[Did you forget that he just reconnected with me, and the first and only function I restored to him is his contract with your ghost.]
[Apart from that, I did nothing to him, and you'd better not find fault and not make me angry.]
After being scolded by the system, Yiqing ended the communication without hesitation. Anyway, every time he was restricted by the system, he would have to confront the system openly so that he would not be afraid of the system.
But since it wasn't a system that made a stumbling block, Yu Xing was exhausted when he didn't know that and couldn't hold on?
A ghost floated from left to right, and every time his empty body passed through Yu Xing, it brought a cold feeling to Yu Xing.
Yu Xing couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't open his eyes, and said in a calm voice: "...you move up there."
I care about you! Yiqing was so angry that he was so literary, but he saw that Yu Xing was tired, so he didn't bother him and ran away to the side of the imperial concubine lying on her back and waiting for someone.
Without the feeling of coldness and heat, Yu Xing changed his position and lay down, his head was chaotic.
This sleepiness came too fiercely. Yu Xing didn't have time to think about why, nor did he want to resist, and let himself fall into a tranced dream.
The buildings in the dream are all white walls and black tiles, like the legendary Jiangnan water town. The city full of ancient charm is surrounded by a black lake. The lake surface is sparkling and reflects bright things.
Funeral songs were heard in the city, with gold and silver paper flying all over the sky, and the cold wind blew, and the papers spontaneously ignited into ashes in the air.
"Life is great, death is great, life is great, and life is great - the obsession is dissipated!" The old man sat cross-legged on the street, setting a fortune telling stall in front of him. The funeral procession passed by the old man, and the funeral all looked at the old man.
One, two, three... Countless paper-made people cried or laughed, holding paper musical instruments in their hands, and two lumps of red painted on their pale faces were jumping around.
They looked at the old man while carrying the coffin and sedan chair. They retracted their gaze until their necks were twisted by 180 degrees.
The old man was shaking his legs on the ground, as if he was used to it, but he sat stiff and wanted to change his position. As soon as he raised his butt, his head rolled down from his neck.
Hulu... Go to the center of the fortune-telling Bagua Formation.
The body did not move, and the head did not move. The expression on his face was still as contentment, but it was already dead.
In such a huge street, there is no one else except the old man.
Yu Xing failed to find his own position in his dream. He followed the "camera" to another place as if he was watching a video.
By the black river, two women were holding basins to wash clothes.
They squatted down in a regular manner, scooping water in a regular manner, with no expression on their faces, even colder than puppets. The red lucky bag hanging on their chest swayed with their movements. One of them did not tie it tightly, and the hole opened, revealing a strand of black hair.
"One more alive," the woman suddenly said.
Another woman copied and pasted it, listening to the gradually approaching funeral song, slowly repeating: "I lived another one."
The two of them suddenly stopped and looked at Heihe: "I want to live too."
They stood up, and strange smiles appeared on their expressionless faces. The next moment, they fell straight into the water.
With a plop, the water splashed little, and the two women never floated up again.
The funeral procession parades along the streets of the city.
When passing an inn, someone opened the window on the second floor along the street, leaned out carefully, tied his long hair behind his head, revealing his face that made Yu Xing extremely familiar.
His mind was a little clear and he recognized the person in a daze in his dream.
Qu Zhiqing?
Why did she open the window?
The funeral procession was coming soon, and the old man who had fallen into his head suddenly appeared in Yu Xing's mind. He didn't care when he had the entity in his dream, grabbed a broken wooden sign on the ground and threw it at Qu Xianqing mercilessly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Qu Xianqing, who was pushing the window, first looked at him when he heard the sound, and met his sight. He was stunned and did not dodge the throwing object. He was thrown to his forehead and covered his head and retreated.
The next second, the room reached out with another hand and closed the window.
Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the funeral team came. He realized that he was standing in the middle of the street.
He turned his head and saw that the entire funeral team had stopped due to his obstacles. The paper man in charge stopped beating the gong, and all the paper man looked at him strangely.
die.
The feeling of death was overwhelming. Yu Xingren's head fell to the ground. He looked around a few times and rolled to the corner. He also saw his body standing in the middle of the street, being pulled aside by a paper man, and abandoned it like garbage.
It's a dream.
Just a dream...
Yu Xing knew this deeply, and knew that only in dreams could his thinking be so slow.
Where did the wind come from?
It seemed that someone rushed towards him and suppressed him, making him feel a little breathless.
The dream is in danger, Yu Xing's brain is becoming clearer and clearer, and the body's senses are becoming more and more obvious.
He seemed to be really suppressed by something. He heard Zhao Yijiu's cold and gloomy voice sounding above his head: "Don't get close to him."
Yu Xing opened his eyes suddenly and shook the suppression above his head.
He saw Zhao Yijiu retracting his hand, still in a position to protect him, and not far away, the actor seemed to want to get close but was blocked, with a leisurely smile on his face.
Yiqing lay on the imperial concubine watching the show, and found a handful of melon seeds from somewhere.
"..." Yu Xing rubbed his temples, surprised by the meaning of the dream just now, suppressed his thoughts, and began to deal with the scene in front of him.
I don't know how long I've slept...
"It's all here." When he opened his mouth, he was still hoarse in his sleep. Yu Xing sat upright and pulled Zhao Yijiu behind him and looked at the actor, "You want me to play with you, but I came later than me. I haven't seen you for a while, so I've been dragging you down."
The actor chuckled: "Yes, our young master is getting better and better."