A pair of cold hands slowly stroked upwards along her thighs, with the smell of death, like a dead plant wrapped around her body. Everywhere they passed, she trembled. She seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, unable to do anything.
When he moved, he could not see the face of the visitor for the time being. He only felt that his breathing was about to become stagnant, and the chill in his heart became deeper and deeper.
When the hands reached the top of her thighs, she almost screamed, "No, never..." But her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make any sound. As if her wish was granted, the hands did not touch her.
When he reached her private parts, he just touched it along her abdomen. The black robe and cap gradually emerged. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man hanging low on her body, covering her body in the air. It was very strange.
Although she had experienced death, she still felt a little scared. Now she is living well and death has become a distant thing and has nothing to do with her for the time being.
Who is it? Who is it? Tonight is the darkest night and the quietest. Only the person on her body is moving. Why did he come to flirt with her? Is he dreaming?
The fingers moved along the edge of her breasts, as if determining the outline. A week later, big hands covered them, pressing each side and rubbing them gently. The coldness was closer to her heart, and her whole body felt like she was lying in an ice cellar, frozen.
The body waits hopelessly for **.
"No..." Jian Xin's throat seemed to be gasping for air, and she finally uttered a vague syllable, but it took eight percent of her strength. Then her lips moved silently, unable to express her protest anymore. The visitor
He bowed his back and lowered his head, only the edges of his robe and hat were drooped, and his eyebrows were not visible.
For a long time, the man's hand left her breasts without hesitation, passed through the collarbone, neck, and held her face. His little finger and ring finger pinched her ears, and the other three fingers gently rubbed her cheek, with an indescribable feeling.
Ling Ai, a moment later, the suspended body fell heavily on her body, and the cold and death breath completely surrounded her, making her feel cold from the surface of her skin to her bones. She tried her best to lower her eyelids, but all she could see was her low-hanging robe.
The hat was close to the tip of her nose, and the bridge of the visitor's nose was right against her chin, like sharp ice. The chill spread around it, and her face was even more stiff, unable to make any expression.
The man didn't make any further move, he just pressed her and held her face, motionless except for caressing her with his fingers. He didn't seem to be frivolous or letting out his desires. He was determined and firm, as if he wanted to own her forever.
Her cheeks were numbed by the cold and pale fingers. However, the cold that seemed to come from hell still stimulated the blood in her depths, making her desperate and cold.
Suddenly, she was shocked. The person who came was not breathing. Instead, he always carried a hellish breath of death. "Willow, Willow, is it you?" She called urgently in her heart, trying her best to pull down her eyelids, "Quickly.
Look up at me, no matter what you become, I still love you."
The body trembled for a moment, and finally slowly raised his face. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Shao Kefan's. His eyes were cold and dull, with a cold and burning light in their depths. His nose was high and his thin lips were pale and without any color.
Two beautiful dimples are faintly visible on the side.
Prince Ling! Jian Xin's eyes widened in shock, and her thoughts were suddenly confused.
The man's lips curled up into a cold smile, and the light in his eyes was ambiguous, "Jian Xin, this is not a dream."
Jian Xin finally came back to his senses. He suddenly gained strength for some reason, shouted, and pushed the "person" away from him. The "person" kept smiling, but his still eyes seemed to be frozen with sadness.
The body floated upward, slowly became thinner, and finally disappeared into the endless darkness.
Jian Xin shook her head desperately, slapping the air with her hands randomly, sweating profusely on her face. She didn't know how to face this sudden situation. King Ling, really King Ling, he actually came to her and behaved like this to her.
…
"Jian Xin, what's wrong?"
Her hand was held by a pair of warm hands, and the person in front of her gradually became clearer. The familiar face was full of worry at the moment, and her eyes were eager and blank. Jian Xin threw herself into his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, "Scare me to death."
Yes, I..."
Shao Kefan patted her back gently and sighed, "You rarely have nightmares. Why did you react so violently this time? I saw you frowning and your body shaking, but you couldn't wake up no matter how hard you shook me. I'm worried to death."
.”
Jian Xin slowly calmed down, rested her head on his shoulder, and murmured in an unbelievable tone, "I dreamed about Prince Ling. I actually dreamed about Prince Ling."
Shao Kefan's body trembled and he pushed her away from his arms, but he held her shoulders with his hands, his nails almost digging into the soft shoulder blades. He stared at her in disbelief, "So you have thoughts about her.
Why?"
She said that she dreamed of King Ling, as if she had given him a blow in the head. Yaka and Qin Weiluo had become scars in his heart that would never heal. How could he tolerate one more King Ling? Even if King Ling passed away a few years ago,
So what, what he cares about is whether she treats him wholeheartedly. Her heart, which was once given to Yaka and a large part to Qin Weiluo, was already incomplete for him. Now he learned that King Ling also occupied it.
Part of it, how can he not feel sad?
His eyes were painful and desolate, and he felt that all the strength had been drained from his body, and he was about to collapse.
Jian Xin didn't expect him to guess like this. She couldn't help but be startled and shook her head, "Ke Fan, you are overthinking it. Prince Ling is just my martial arts teacher. I am only grateful to him. I dreamed about him tonight.
An accident, and besides, it’s a nightmare.”
Shao Kefan stared hard into her eyes. Her thoughts had never been hidden in front of him, especially when it came to matters such as whether she had feelings for someone. Jian Xin was so uncomfortable being stared at that she almost lowered her head.
However, the eagerness for verification in his eyes made her look at him fearlessly. Finally, Shao Kefan breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her into his arms again, "Jian Xin, I misunderstood you."
If it were in the past, she would have given him a few punches without mercy, but it was different tonight. His suffering and pain were fully exposed because of a misunderstanding. He completely lost the spirit of pointing out mountains and rivers from the throne. It was almost like
She felt sad for a child who was not growing up. She raised her hand and stroked the slightly curly black hair, not knowing what to say.
It was now seven o'clock in the morning. Just like in the dream, the night outside the window was heavy and dark. The palace lantern he had just lit shone silently and warmly on the two of them. They hugged each other in silence for a long time. Shao Kefan waved his hand and the palace lantern
Yan jumped suddenly, then disappeared, and the bedroom fell into darkness. He said in a deep voice with a sense of weariness, "Go to sleep." He pressed her down while lying down, and then pillowed her head on it.
In one's own arms.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the scenes in her dream emerged in her mind one by one. The dead King Ling stretched out his cold hands and touched her from her legs to her cheeks. In her astonishment, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly.
, "Jian Xin, this is not a dream."
If it wasn't a dream, what could it be? Why was her feeling so real? Sure enough, it was really not like in a dream, with such a cold touch and such a breath of death. It was as if she had experienced it in real life. In addition to regretting the short life of King Ling, she was grateful for his teachings.
Wu Zhien, she had never missed him. Although she dreamed of him tonight, it seemed like he had forced his way into her dream.
Her thoughts were surging for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out. When she got out of this chaos, she couldn't help but secretly laugh at herself. It was just a dream. Why should she take it so seriously? When a person dreams alone, everything in the dream is nothing.
Uncertain, she can often dream about people who have nothing to do with her. For example, she dreamed about Ji Chen, Zheng Xiaohan, and Yang Yongqing, but she didn't feel anything wrong when she woke up. In this case, she shouldn't worry about Prince Ling!
But, Prince Ling did something like that to her in her dream... She was slightly startled, but forced herself not to think about it, and finally fell asleep in a daze.
Shao Kefan couldn't sleep peacefully. He stared at the sleeping beauty in his arms through the vast night. Although he didn't mind the fact that she dreamed of Prince Ling, and he knew that there was nothing wrong with dreaming of an outsider, however, he still felt vaguely that something was wrong.
It's not because of random thoughts or hesitation, but because of my consistent sensitivity and caution.
When she was haunted by the nightmare, her face turned pale, her whole body trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She was not only afraid and struggling, but also seemed to be invaded by the cold. When she made a gasping sound, he suddenly woke up and clicked.
Gong Deng saw her shaking constantly and desperately trying to break away from her restraints, so he shook her gently. When he found that it didn't work, he increased the force, but he couldn't shake her awake until she yelled and straightened up.
Yes! The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. There was clearly a chill that invaded her body and she refused to leave for a long time. What on earth was going on? Could it be that after the death of King Ling, he did not escape into reincarnation. But if that was the case, why?
Just come now?
The more ridiculous the speculation, the more he is willing to believe that there are supernatural ghosts, reincarnation, and other things in this world that are impossible.
Although Prince Ling deliberately concealed it when he was still alive, he was still aware of his feelings for Jian Xin. However, since Prince Ling was dead and Jian Xin had no such thoughts, he didn't care too much about it. But tonight, Prince Ling's
The undead stalked Jian Xin and entered her dream. He could not see or touch her, so he could only worry around her and let the undead do whatever he wanted.
Will such a situation happen again in the next night? So, what should we do? He felt sad, confused and angry. He subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly and sighed heavily.
For the rest of the night, Jian Xin slept very peacefully, and was not trapped by such nightmares again. When she woke up, the raindrops happened to fall on the seventh quarter of the Yin hour, and the rays of light from the sky were painted on the blue curtains of the jade window.
A layer of light pink, she squinted her eyes to admire it for a moment, but when she looked away, she saw a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes, because one of his hands was rubbing her breasts, his tired face was haggard and depressed.
"You didn't sleep?" Jian Xin asked in surprise, remembering that it was what happened last night that made him unable to feel at ease and let go, her heart softened, and she gently took away a few strands of messy long hair that he had placed on her cheek, "Isn't that right?
A dream?" Although she cared about the content of the dream, it was still a dream, so it felt more and more distant.
Shao Kefan smiled awkwardly and let go of his hand. Because he had just squeezed it tightly, the milk suddenly swelled up and there were still five red fingerprints on it. He glanced at it playfully, then his eyes became serious and he cast a
On her face, "Jian Xin, we need to ask Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu to take a look at this matter."
He, who was fearless and fearless, was actually suspicious of something because of a dream. Jian Xin couldn't help but want to laugh. However, seeing his serious look, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Besides, she was also a little uneasy, so she nodded.
At noon, he came back from the morning session. Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu, who were following behind him, hesitated outside the curtain of the bedroom, and finally followed his footsteps and stepped in. However, the two of them cast spells for a long time and used all the soul-searching methods.
After all, the color of the soul sealing talisman has not changed in any way, and the soul guiding needle in the soul guiding disk has always pointed to the center without any deviation.
"Gui Guojun." Mie Zhou put the soul guide plate into his sleeve and held it in his hands with his sleeves drooped. "There is no trace of any foreign objects in the bedroom."
Fang Xiu nodded and said, "There is another situation where the power of the foreign object completely surpasses the function of the soul sealing talisman and the soul guide plate. If this is true, this is the first time that I have been in this world for so many years.
Seeing this happen.”
Shao Kefan's heart sank and he said calmly, "Then it's time for me to overthink it. I'll thank you both."
Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu comforted each other and left in a hurry.
Walking far away from Qiming Palace, Mie Zhou looked back and saw green trees and palaces. Qiming Palace was no longer there. He asked in a deep voice, "Did you notice anything wrong?"
Fang Xiu nodded, his face a little heavy, "Indeed, it seems to have come before, and it seems to have never passed. In short, there is no trace. I really don't know how powerful that foreign object is."
The two of them discussed in low voices all the way, shaking their heads from time to time, as if they were worried, and the figure in black robe was getting further and further away.