Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Song Bojian had a very long dream. In the dream, he was pouting his lips to kiss a sweet and soft baby, but an evil dragon suddenly came, stretched out its claws and grabbed the baby away.

Li An was frightened and started crying, with red eyes as she begged him to save her.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he picked up a sword that appeared out of nowhere and fought with the dragon for three days and three nights before finally killing it.

But the scene changed, and the evil dragon turned into his baby again, with blood flowing from the corner of its mouth and looking at him indifferently. He did not resent himself for killing him, but just looked at him like that. There seemed to be a hint of joy of freedom and relief in its beautiful eyes.

He was unable to move and could only watch his baby fall into the abyss.

Song Bojian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath. The reality of the dream made his hands tremble uncontrollably, and his whole body was shaking with fear.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed in his trembling hands. He tilted his head to look in the direction of the hands. His blurry and chaotic eyes gradually became clear. After seeing the person clearly, he suddenly hugged the person tightly, mumbling with trembling lips: "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ji Bai was slightly stunned, feeling somewhat puzzled, but he still let him hold him. However, he did not stop shaking with fear for a long time.

Ji Bai lowered his eyes, raised his hand slightly and placed it gently on his back, patting him gently a few times to comfort him.

Song Bojian paused for a moment, then hugged him tighter, as if to rub him into his body. His voice was hoarse, and he kept apologizing over and over again: "Baby, I'm sorry."

Ji Bai buried his head in his shoulder and spoke after a long while: "It was a dream, don't be afraid."

Song Bojian tightened his arms, and hot tears dripped down drop by drop.

He also wanted to tell himself that those were all dreams, but the pain in his heart came from his soul, as if their past life really happened like this.

He killed the baby he had always held in his hands with his own hands.

Another wave of pain came, the kind of piercing pain that made his nerves seem to be breaking, and it felt like countless ants were gnawing at him. It seemed that his body and soul were being cruelly and mercilessly tortured.

Suddenly, a warm air current formed a ball in his dantian, and then slowly flowed towards his limbs and bones, slowly brushing away the pain. In just three breaths, he seemed to be wrapped in a soft and light cloud, his whole body was warm, and his soul was no longer painful.

Half a minute later, Ji Bai tilted his head slightly and looked at Song Bojian, who was already asleep but with a frown on his face. His usually indifferent eyes trembled slightly for a moment.

818, who was wearing a night cap, quickly scrolled through the screen, sweating profusely: [How come the Great Evil's soul suddenly trembled so violently, and it was even more rapid than the red alarm light that flashed when you did that. ]

Its hands paused, and its eyes lit up: [Okay! I want to see what the Great Evil dreamed about! ]

As soon as the voice fell, its claws tapped a point on the screen. In its expectant eyes, a big red exclamation mark appeared on the screen: [Forbidden! Forbidden!]

818 was stunned, and his claws quickly became busy again, muttering in confusion: [How can there be a dream that is forbidden to read? ? ]

Peeping into dreams requires a very troublesome and complicated operation, so it is usually too lazy to do so. But if it wants to, it can see it. In the past five hundred years, it has done so more than a hundred times, and it has been successful without exception.

It can even spy on the dream of the Lord God successfully, so how can it fail to spy on the dream of the great evil?

It paused again, then looked at the screen in front of it, unconsciously holding its breath, raised its paw and pressed the screen again, and soft white clouds slowly accumulated on the screen.

818Breathe a sigh of relief.

It just said, how can there be a dream that it cannot see...

Before it could even breathe a sigh of relief, the screen suddenly went dark, and then a larger, redder, and more rapid handwriting suddenly appeared: [Forbidden!!! Forbidden!!!]

At the same time, a sharp alarm sounded as if a ghost had come to claim his life!

It was startled and turned off the screen immediately after it came to its senses. However, the sharp alarm sound still seemed to ring in its ears. It unconsciously covered its ears with its paws and looked at the boss in fear. The next second, a soft warm current wrapped around its body.

818 let go of his hand, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no danger. Then, he looked at the boss with a bit of decadence: [Boss, I can't spy on the dream of the great evil.]

Ji Bai rubbed its head, wiped away the cold sweat on Song Bojian's forehead with his magical power, and then lay back down in the quilt. Song Bojian was still holding him tightly in his sleep.

818 was stunned for a moment, looking at the boss who had closed his eyes and was ready to sleep, and asked doubtfully: [Boss, are we going to ignore it? ]

Ji Bai: [Is there anything wrong with his soul? ]

818 shook his head.

Ji Bai: [That's all.]

818 was choked and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

When the air suddenly became quiet, it was still a little confused even with its nightcap on.

What just happened?

Is it awake?

【correct. 】

818 perked up and looked at the boss who was talking.

Ji Bai: [Delete all his memories of tonight. ]

818 raised his head proudly as if he had won a battle: [Boss! I knew you wouldn't ignore Song Bojian! ]

Ji Bai: .......

He tilted his head to glance at Song Bojian, then quickly looked away indifferently.

I'm already stupid and annoying, and if I remember a few more horrible scenes, I'll become even more of a fool.

818 on the side happily deleted Song Bojian’s memory of tonight.