Quick wear: let me be cannon fodder, don't even think about it

"Don't worry too much. We've gotten through this before." Jun Lanyuan is used to it now.

When his headache appeared, it was accompanied by a dream. There was a person he could not see clearly. The people and objects in the dream were unknown to him. They were towering into the clouds and very grand. They were things he had never seen before.

It seemed like he knew the people there. One of them was someone close to him, always following him. And he knew a teenager behind him?

He couldn't see the scene clearly afterwards, as the boy was always by his side.

The person who looks like him seems to be in that kind of relationship with that boy!

They were too close. At first he was quite surprised when he dreamed about it, but he was not surprised because of the relationship. He didn't hate it.

Instead, he saw the tall building, and he wanted to see the boy's face clearly.

No, it should be said that the person who looks like him likes that boy very much and has some very rippling dreams, and he is used to it.

He didn't tell anyone else about it. He just talked about his headache and the dream, and nothing else.

He didn't know whether this was what he was thinking in his heart or he was also thinking in his heart that he also wanted to meet the young man.

I want to see the boy's face clearly.

After each dream, he would have a headache that tortured him.

"Your illness is not a big deal, but it's very tiring." Duan Huali's reputation as a miracle doctor was about to be ruined by him.

A minor headache was something that Duan Huali couldn't cure despite all his research.

"Anti-inducing?...It is quite annoying." Jun Lanyuan smiled meaningfully.

"Forget it. My reputation as a miracle doctor has been ruined by you." Duan Huali was also helpless.

"Ali, do you admit it?" Wen Ziran smiled repeatedly.

"What can I do?" He was also helpless.

"Isn't it because you haven't learned enough?" Jun Lanyuan also teased him.

"You're not afraid of making me sad."

"Don't be afraid." Jun Lanyuan and Wen Ziran said at the same time.

The three of them remained leisurely this afternoon, drinking tea.

As time goes by, the sun gradually sets, casting a golden afterglow.

Midnight, Palace

Inside the room, the dim candlelight flickered, making the room seem dull and depressing.

As the person on the bed's breathing became increasingly rapid, an indescribable sense of tension filled the air.

A breeze blew through the window over there, and the pages of an unclosed book on the table turned gently. It seemed that the wind was passing through the room, but there was no trace to be found.

Jun Lanyuan lay on the bed, falling asleep, and the images in his mind followed.

Memories raced wildly, trying to find that person's face and see that boy.

What came to his mind was laughter, he and the young man were intertwined in one place, the young man had a rosy and beautiful face.

The voice was gentle and pleasant, and the man inside hugged the boy in his arms with great force and love.

Jun Lanyuan's breathing stagnated and he came to his senses.

With sweat on his face, he looked at the ceiling of the bed, his heart beating fast. He was following that man.

Jun Lanyuan's eyes darkened. Who was it? Where was it?

Thinking about the scene in my dream, this time I can see that man. It looks like him, really like him, just like looking in a mirror. It’s not an exaggeration to say it’s the real person.

Is it really as strange as others say, that there is some kind of strange magic that can allow people to foresee the future in their dreams?

Ever since Jun Lanyuan had this dream, he asked people to find some supernatural books after waking up, and bought them up wherever they were available.

I know there are some magical places, but I have never seen them. The stories in the books are just fantasies, so I don’t believe them.

But he thought of the scene in his dream and felt a strong desire in his heart, so he sent people out to find the place in his dream.

He ordered people to search everywhere to find the mysterious place that existed in his dream. They checked the entire imperial city and searched every corner, but there was no clue.

He even searched for territories outside the domain, hoping to find the place in his dream. He wanted to unlock the person in his dream and find him. He searched in many places but couldn't find him. Maybe he was not here?

In another time and space?

This thought was like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the night, luring the enemy deeper while also carrying a certain unspeakable weirdness.

If that's the case, then he and that boy...

No, would that boy exist in this time and space?

Jun Lanyuan sat on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind repeatedly echoing the blurred boundaries between dreams and reality, as well as the mysterious power in ancient legends that could control dreams.

Jun Lanyuan closed his eyes and recalled his dream.

"A Yuan~" The boy in the dream called him, really called him in the dream.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, breaking the silence in the room. The footsteps were slow and light, as if every step was stepping on people's heartstrings, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

As the doorknob turned gently, a faint light came in from outside the door, interweaving with the dim light in the room, creating a strange atmosphere.

Jun Lanyuan lay on the bed, breathing heavily, then calmed down and did not move.

The man was about to reach the bed, raised his sword, and was about to stab it. The sword flashed in his hand.

Under the dazzling light, Jun Lanyuan's face was clearly reflected. He closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, he quickly opened his eyes, raised his foot and kicked the sword hard.

The sword flashed and was almost deviated from its original trajectory by Jun Lanyuan's sudden kick, but the assassin reacted extremely quickly. With a turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword drew a sharp arc in the air and aimed at Jun Lanyuan's heart again.

However, at this critical moment, Jun Lanyuan stretched out his body, leaped up like a cheetah, and with a whoosh, he quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the assassin's sword-holding wrist.

The two of them were instantly deadlocked. Jun Lanyuan's eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared at the assassin, as if he could see through everything in the other's heart.

His martial arts were so powerful that the assassin felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"You really are not afraid of death." Jun Lanyuan's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to hit the assassin's heart like a heavy hammer. However, the assassin just gritted his teeth and said nothing, his eyes revealing determination and madness.

Just then, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. It was obvious that the guards had heard the noise in the house and were rushing to check.

Seeing this, the assassin became anxious and suddenly struggled to break free from Jun Lanyuan's restraints, jumped back and tried to escape the scene.

Chu Yi, who had rushed over, would not let him escape easily. He flashed and chased after him.

The two men started a fierce chase and fight in the courtyard, with sword lights and fist winds intertwined.

Pan Jing in the courtyard was beaten to pieces. Although the assassin was agile, he gradually fell into a disadvantage in front of Chu Yi's absolute strength.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Chu Yi found the right moment and knocked the assassin to the ground with a heavy punch. He quickly stepped forward, put his sword against the assassin's throat, and asked coldly: "Tell me! Who sent you?"

There was a flash of despair in the assassin's eyes, but he still clenched his teeth and did not answer.