Fairy Liubo's expression suddenly changed when she heard the young master Yao said in a orchid voice the words "I picked the wrong mandarin duck score". She knew who Fairy Liubo was referring to in this sentence.
She frowned slightly and said: "Did you click on the wrong Yuanyang book? You mean Xiaochuan and Yuan'er? I have already discussed this matter with Mr. Zui, and Mr. Zui agreed. Yesterday, I also subpoenaed Yuan'er. She should
We will arrive at Cangyun Gate in the next two or three days. At this time, are you telling me what the wrong mandarin duck formula is?"
The young master Yao said: "Let me take a look at the engagement between Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan. The ancient edgeless sword in his hand is different from that..."
She glanced at Yun Qiyou not far away from the corner of her eye, and continued: "The Zhanchen in Yun Qiyou's hand is the sword of long-lasting fate entangled for three lives and seven lives. When I went to Liubo Mountain that day,
Little did he know that Wufeng, which had been lost for more than six thousand years, would actually fall into the hands of Ye Xiaochuan. These two swords had been entangled for seven generations, and now they fell into the hands of two young disciples of Cangyun Sect, a man and a woman. See
It is most likely a destiny destined by God, but it is hard to say whether the owner of the two swords in this life will achieve a marriage or an evil fate."
Fairy Liubo's expression changed rapidly. She knew that Yao Xiaofu was definitely not a woman who was good at joking. At this moment, Yao Xiaofu's expression and tone were quite solemn. It was obvious that this matter was not a trivial matter.
Ye Xiaochuan slept very comfortably, like an unborn fetus, lying quietly in his mother's belly.
However, deep in the soul, there seems to be a sigh full of vicissitudes of time echoing gently.
Who is sighing?
Who is whispering?
What is he sighing and what is he whispering?
Six thousand years of past events, the grievances and hatreds of three lives and seven lifetimes, why did they fall on him?
It was late at night, and Ye Xiaochuan still didn't wake up.
It was dawn and he was still sleeping.
This sleep seemed to be the longest sleep in his life.
I don't know when, that kind of comfortable comfort gradually disappeared, and Ye Xiaochuan's soul seemed to have entered a mysterious nightmare.
Surrounded by ethereal white, it was blurry, as if he was walking among the clouds.
Then, he saw a man with his back turned to him, standing in the misty white smoke.
Ye Xiaochuan looked left and right, and then finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Fellow Taoist, where is this place? Was I killed by that bastard Sun Yao? I went to the eighteenth level of hell.
Or went to heaven?"
The man's back moved, and he slowly turned around. It turned out to be a handsome and extremely beautiful man. His snow-white clothes were fluttering gently, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were a bit arrogant and unruly, as if he was scornful.
The god of all living beings in the world, people dare not look directly into his eyes.
The man in white said calmly: "This is not hell or heaven, but your dream."
Ye Xiaochuan was startled, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said: "Dream? Aren't I having a martial arts competition with that bastard Sun Yao? Why did I suddenly have a dream? What's more! I, Ye Xiaochuan, am also a man with a normal sexual orientation.
You guys, how could you dream of a man as handsome and unrestrained as me? You should be dreaming of a beautiful fairy without clothes! Do I, Ye Xiaochuan, have a Longyang habit hidden in my bones that even I don’t know about? Ah!
No wonder I hang out with Zhu Changshui and those men all day long! How can I deal with this! Is this a disease? Can it be cured? "
The man in white looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and was distressed. There was a bit of astonishment on his handsome, knife-like cheeks. This brat seemed to be somewhat similar to himself in life!
After a long time, the man in white said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan, do you have any dreams?"
Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and said: "Dream? Why do you ask this?"
The man in white said: "Maybe I can make your dream come true."
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the man in white carefully and said, "Are you the God of Dreams?"
The man in white said: "You can understand it this way."
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly put all his worries aside, with a sly smile on his lips, and said: "My dream is to become the best master in the world! Travel across the three realms, sweep across the world, live forever, and live as long as the sky."
The man in white was stunned again, rolled his eyes, and said: "Can you have some reliable dreams? Everyone in the world wants to live forever, but who really lives forever? If there is such a good deal, you can introduce it to me, and I will
I want to live tens of thousands more years and see all the prosperity and changes in the world."
Ye Xiaochuan said dissatisfied: "Aren't you the God of Dreams? Aren't you able to realize all your dreams?"
The man in white hummed: "Not even me, not even the Jade Emperor, can help you realize this kind of dream that transcends reality!"
Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and thought about it carefully. It seemed that the threshold for the dream he mentioned was indeed a bit high and difficult.
He said: "Okay, okay, let me change my dream. You see, I am as handsome as you, and I have extraordinary abilities. I think with my handsome face, I should find seven or eight beautiful fairies to be my couple.
There's no problem, right? I don't have high requirements, as long as everyone's beauty is no worse than Yun Qiyou, you should be able to help me realize this little dream."
The man in white stared at Ye Xiaochuan's face. He really couldn't see how handsome this brat was, let alone how he looked comparable to his own.
He said decisively: "What was your previous unrealistic dream that was seriously out of touch with reality?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Become the best master in the world, travel across the three realms, sweep across the world, live forever, and live as long as the sky!"
The man in white nodded continuously and said, "Yes, let's study this dream of yours."
Ye Xiaochuan was furious!
He shouted: "Dream God, what do you mean? Do you think it is more difficult for me to find a few beautiful fairies to be my Taoist companions than to become the first immortal person in the history of the world?
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The man in white nodded without hesitation and said loudly: "Yes!"
Ye Xiaochuan became even angrier, rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the nose of the man in white and said, "Don't think that because you are as handsome as me, I won't dare to hit you!"
The man in white smiled lightly and said, "Try it."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "You said this! You don't care about my business!"
The white air around him suddenly changed. Just as Ye Xiaochuan was about to take action, he felt that his feet were empty, and a dark abyss was revealed on the ground beneath his feet. As if he had lost control, his body fell rapidly towards the abyss, as if he was about to fall.
Fall into the legendary eighteenth level of Abi Hell.
Ye Xiaochuan screamed in horror, trying to use his true magic to stabilize his rapidly falling body, but he couldn't mobilize a trace of his true spiritual power.
Although the man in white said it was his dream, this dream was too real!