She was suffocated by the tighter and tighter vines. The vines seemed to have penetrated into her chest and gave birth to barbs. She was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
The figure holding a short sword slowly appeared, it was Shang Yanxuan.
He was extremely cold and cold, and the tip of the knife in his hand was still dripping with blood...
【Beauty, follow me.】
【You are mine.】
Two men grabbed her wrists, one on the left and the other on the right. Ximen Longting's blood was dripping with blood.
Shang Yanxuan lit a large fire and threw it. Ximen Longting's whole body was ablaze with fire, as if he was a demon burning in the fire of hell.
His body was swallowed up bit by bit by the fire and turned into ashes, but the flames suddenly exploded into a devil's mouth with sharp teeth and sharp lips!
"don't want……"
Jing Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, woke up, and faced Ximen Longting's red pupils.
Thinking of that dream, she gasped hard. The feeling of her chest being pierced by vines was still clearly felt, and her heart was getting tighter and torn.
He wiped her sweat with his broad palm and said, "You have a nightmare again."
"..."
"This time, was I in the dream?"
He leaned over indifferently and sipped away a tear that overflowed from the corner of her eye.
"For whom are the tears shed?"
Jing Jiaren was startled, and then she realized that she was crying. But she didn't know why the tears were flowing. She only felt that her heart was still hurting.
This dream is really weird. Logically speaking, it should be Ximen Longting who killed Shang Yanxuan.
He is so powerful, no one can hurt him!
Ximen Longting stared at her closely: "Don't tell me, you forgot the content of the dream again."
"I forgot." Jing Jiaren said in a hoarse voice, "Dreams are like this. When you wake up, you don't remember anything."
Ximen Longting really wanted to get into her mind and see what her nightmares were every time, which would make her so scared. But this time, it would actually scare her to tears!
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "Has your hair been cut?"
Ximen Longting nodded and helped her take off her bib.
She still looked the same in the mirror, not a single bit had changed. Just looking at it with the naked eye, there was no change at all.
There were just some very short hair fragments on the ground.
Jing Jiaren was speechless for a moment: "You couldn't have cut your hair with the split ends, right?"
"You want to cut out the good parts too?"
"Why are you so serious? It's just hair, it will grow back if you cut it!"
He kissed her hair: "Hair is also a part of your body."
Wilson brought the SLR camera: "Master, here's the camera."
"What, do you want to take pictures?" Jing Jiaren asked.
"I got a new hairstyle and took photos as a souvenir."
"My hairstyle hasn't changed at all!"
"Don't want to take pictures with me?" Ximen Longting pinched her nose.
"No, if you want to take a photo with me, you can just say so. There is no need to make excuses." Jing Jiaren deliberately laughed at him.
Ximen Longting looked at her deeply and admitted generously: "I want to take pictures with you."
"..." Jing Jiaren didn't know what to say. Didn't he dislike taking pictures? He actually wanted to take pictures with her.
She didn't know why, but when she recalled the dream she had just had, she felt that the devil in front of her was not as powerful as she thought. He was also a human being, made of flesh and blood, and would also grow old, sick, and die.
He seemed to be much thinner than when she first met him.
She had never paid attention to him, so how could she pay attention to this?
"Why are you staring at me?" Ximen Longting picked up her chin, "Did you meet me on the first day?" She was suffocated by the tighter and tighter vines, which seemed to have penetrated into her chest.
The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
The figure holding a short sword slowly appeared, it was Shang Yanxuan.
He was extremely cold and cold, and the tip of the knife in his hand was still dripping with blood...
【Beauty, follow me.】
【You are mine.】
Two men grabbed her wrists, one on the left and the other on the right. Ximen Longting's blood was dripping with blood.
Shang Yanxuan lit a large fire and threw it. Ximen Longting's whole body was ablaze with fire, as if he was a demon burning in the fire of hell.
His body was swallowed up bit by bit by the fire and turned into ashes, but the flames suddenly exploded into a devil's mouth with sharp teeth and sharp lips!
"don't want……"
Jing Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, woke up, and faced Ximen Longting's red pupils.
Thinking of that dream, she gasped hard. The feeling of her chest being pierced by vines was still clearly felt, and her heart was getting tighter and torn.
He wiped her sweat with his broad palm and said, "You have a nightmare again."
"..."
"This time, was I in the dream?"
He leaned over indifferently and sipped away a tear that overflowed from the corner of her eye.
"For whom are the tears shed?"
Jing Jiaren was startled, and then she realized that she was crying. But she didn't know why the tears were flowing. She only felt that her heart was still hurting.
This dream is really weird. Logically speaking, it should be Ximen Longting who killed Shang Yanxuan.
He is so powerful, no one can hurt him!
Ximen Longting stared at her closely: "Don't tell me, you forgot the content of the dream again."
"I forgot." Jing Jiaren said in a hoarse voice, "Dreams are like this. When you wake up, you don't remember anything."
Ximen Longting really wanted to get into her mind and see what her nightmares were every time, which would make her so scared. But this time, it would actually scare her to tears!
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "Has your hair been cut?"
Ximen Longting nodded and helped her take off her bib.
She still looked the same in the mirror, not a single bit had changed. Just looking at it with the naked eye, there was no change at all.
There were just some very short hair fragments on the ground.
Jing Jiaren was speechless for a moment: "You couldn't have cut your hair with the split ends, right?"
"You want to cut out the good parts too?"
"Why are you so serious? It's just hair, it will grow back if you cut it!"
He kissed her hair: "Hair is also a part of your body."
Wilson brought the SLR camera: "Master, here's the camera."
"What, do you want to take pictures?" Jing Jiaren asked.
"I got a new hairstyle and took photos as a souvenir."
"My hairstyle hasn't changed at all!"
"Don't want to take pictures with me?" Ximen Longting pinched her nose.
"No, if you want to take a photo with me, you can just say so. There is no need to make excuses." Jing Jiaren deliberately laughed at him.
Ximen Longting looked at her deeply and admitted generously: "I want to take pictures with you."
"..." Jing Jiaren didn't know what to say. Didn't he dislike taking pictures? He actually wanted to take pictures with her.
She didn't know why, but when she recalled the dream she had just had, she felt that the devil in front of her was not as powerful as she thought. He was also a human being, made of flesh and blood, and would also grow old, sick, and die.
He seemed to be much thinner than when she first met him.
She had never paid attention to him, so how could she pay attention to this?
"Why are you staring at me?" Ximen Longting picked up her chin, "Did you meet me on the first day?"