This was the first time that he fully mobilized the power of the dream interpreter, using the art of dream interpretation to fight against the dream demon's dream weaving art. When all the power surged into his eyes, he closed his eyes and the world suddenly lit up after a moment of darkness. Wan Lai
In the silence, only a golden thread was seen beating, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, like dipping ink on an empty white paper -
That is the way the dream demon weaves dreams. When Bu Nanxiao sees through the entire process of dream weaving and finds out the flaw, Beiyun's dream can be solved.
The East Lingzhu and the North Lingzhu flew out from the arms of the Celadon Bright Moon respectively, and fell steadily into the dream interpreter's raised hands. The two Lingzhu rotated flexibly in the palms, quickly gathering the spiritual energy of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. They were waiting for the end.
With favorable timing, once a loophole appears, they can hit it with one blow
It's now!
The golden thread of dream weaving instantly flashed a strange red color, and the two spiritual beads rushed neatly towards that key direction.
But the help of the dream interpreter has been delayed.
Because a sharp sword blade was pressed against Bu Nanxiao's neck, the cold light forced the blood to drop, drop by drop, and smashed it down
Bu Nanxiao felt the familiar aura of the visitor, the coldness of the sword, and the pain, but nothing could overcome the coldness of his heart at this moment. He opened his eyes and looked at the person who wanted to kill him quietly, calmly but sadly: "Why are you doing this?
Bright moon?"
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Neon Bow, untouched
The arrow is on the string but has not been fired yet
The god still stood silently on the tower, holding the bow and arrow, looking at the woman who calmed down from crying.
We haven’t seen her for so many years, and she still looks the same as before. She hasn’t changed at all.
Qinglong God also seemed to notice something strange. He slowly raised his head and saw his pair of deep and quiet eyes. His eyes were as quiet as a cold pool.
He never thought that one day, she would be emotionless when she saw him.
A man and a woman who were once engaged, but he abandoned her again. No matter how they loved or hated them, they should not become strangers in the end.
He finally put down the neon bow slowly and strangely, and called out "Junior Sister", but in the end he could no longer shout out.
"Senior brother," she stood up and called out without any trouble, "Long time no see."