Yan Bing looked at Ling Yue's adorable look, swallowed nervously, cleared her throat, and then said slowly: "I just... had a dream... an extremely real dream!"
Ling Yue looked at Yan Bing, blinked her eyes, and continued to ask: "But who can dream by standing? Are you sure you are not suffering from any disease? The doctor has been diagnosing the pulse for a long time and hasn't said anything. You won't die suddenly..."
When Yan Bing heard this, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only recite in his heart: God! This girl is a heartless girl! Just pretend you didn't hear it!! Wuliang Tianzun! Good and good!!
After completing a sincere prayer, Yan Bing slowly lowered his head, looked at Ling Yue, and told the strange dream he had just had.
In the dream, she had just entered the Qi training period and was pointed at by a group of foreign soldiers with guns. Her personal guards were all killed in the first wave of the enemy's sneak attacks.
Most of the foreigners did not know most of them, but the only one named Haowei, whose words and appearance were exactly the same as those he had remembered before, so she even suspected that this was a "predictive dream"
"Foreseeing Dream?" Ling Yue flashed her big eyes, looked at Yan Bing, and asked softly: "What is foreseeing Dream?"
Yan Bing thought about it and then explained: "It is... a dream that will inevitably become a reality in the future. Although it has not happened yet, it has already dreamed of it."
"What happened to you in that dream?" Ling Yue was a little nervous in an instant, because the beginning of this dream was obviously not a good dream.
Yan Bing shrugged, and said with a tone that was not in his own way, pouted, "I seem to die with a Sam Chinese from Sheldefys, who is called Sheldefys."
Hearing this, Ling Yue was completely stunned and stared at Yan Bing blankly, only the tears on her face fell like beads with broken threads.
Yan Bing panicked at the moment and quickly persuaded him: "Don't cry!! This is just a dream!! And look!! I am in the late stage of Yijin now! I am about to wash my marrow...stage...this is coming!"
Yan Bing's last two words were extremely difficult to spit, because Ling Yue's arm obviously increased its strength and tightened her tightly. She even vaguely heard the cracking sound of "cracking" from her ribs...
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!! I'm going to die!!" Yan Bing slapped Ling Yue's back in pain and let out a few low growls with difficulty.
Ling Yue relaxed a little, and Yan Bing quickly breathed heavily.
"If you die..." Ling Yue buried her face deep in Yan Bing's arms, only two red ear tips showed, and hesitated: "Then I... I'm not interested in living... I'll die with you..."
"Swish~bang!"
Yan Bing seemed to hear the sound of his heart being penetrated...
Love, touching, happy, excited, all emotions poured into her brain in an instant. I don’t know where I got the courage, so I slowly raised Lingyue’s chin with my hand, closed my eyes, and kissed her gently...
And Ling Yue... this time... there was no rejection... nor did she shirk responsibility...
Only the sunlight shines silently on the ground through the window paper...