World Traveler

"Jiejiejiejie————"

A hearty laugh was heard, and in this half-rain screen, except for the bandaged man hugging Yu Xiaomei, the rest of the people fell to the ground, their life or death unknown.

Although the bandaged man's body was not as strong as in reality, with the subconscious blessing from Yu Xiaomei, he still defeated everyone easily.

In Yu Xiaomei's subconscious mind, Yanan is invincible, and this belief is so firm that even a nightmare cannot change it.

“Senior Brother Ji…”

Yu Xiaomei recalled how Yanan had just fought off the five major sects alone for her, not caring at all about her identity as a demonic witch...

Suddenly, her pale face turned red, and she buried her head deeply in Yanan's arms, as if she was shy.

Yanan continued speaking righteously.

"Since ancient times, good has never prevailed over evil. You, the evildoers, actually dared to frame Yu Xiaomei. Today, I, Yanan, will rectify the atmosphere in this underworld."

At this time, the nightmare was over, and Yanan was watching the bandaged man and Yu Xiaomei killing each other from a bystander's perspective.

Wherever they went, blood flowed like a river, and anyone who said anything bad would be slaughtered.

The process was very boring, but the final result...

Saint King Yanan and Saint Girl Yu Xiaomei went to an uninhabited island overseas. No one here knew who they were or what they did.

In this way, Yanan and Yu Xiaomei lived a peaceful life here and gave birth to a daughter.

Xiao Xiaomei is very cute. She takes after her mother in personality. She has been lively and energetic since she was a child.

There is a hint of Yanan's smartness between his eyebrows, and it is obvious that he is not a person who is content with what he has to endure.

………………

After admiring Yu Xiaomei's imaginary future for a while and feeling it was about right, he prepared to leave.

The ability to control dreams became more and more familiar, and the black and white fish changed again and dived into the nearest bubble.

Well, this is Tang Moling’s...

———Boundary———

If Xiahou Lan's dream exuded a feeling of coldness and bloodiness, then Tang Moling's dream was completely different.

Probably...Jing?

Yes, it is a kind of quietness that reaches an eerie level.

The Tang Clan town was in an eerie silence, as if no one was there...

There is no need to imagine, it is true that there is no one, or any living thing, or anything that can move does not exist.

The black and white fish swam around the town and found that although these buildings clearly showed signs of human life, there was no one in them.

Walking along the familiar yet unfamiliar mountain path towards the Tang Sect on the mountain...

Or from one fragment to another?

Perhaps it was because Mo Ling’s memory was not very good. Apart from the iconic buildings, many of the roads leading to the Tang Sect were fragments, as if the owner of this world did not have a deep impression of the roads.

Pushing open the gate of the Tang Sect, I arrived at the playground, the alchemy room, the kitchen, the Yangxin Palace, the disciples' dormitory, and the back mountain...

There are still traces of its existence, but it is completely empty.

What's happening here?

Could it be that Tang Moling has no human form in this dream world?

Mobilizing his magic power to raise his perspective, Yanan soon found Tang Moling in an unexpected place.

Under the cliff of the back mountain...

Tang Moling walked forward expressionlessly, but the road under her feet suddenly shattered, while the road in front of her continued to extend, obviously falling into an endless loop.

Yanan changed into a human form, came to Tang Moling's side, touched her head, and forced himself into her dream.

"Moling, what's wrong?"

Tang Moling felt a familiar touch on her head, turned her head to look to the side, and saw Yanan wearing Tang Clan clothing. Her eyes instantly became tearful and she threw herself into Yanan's arms.

"Brother! Wuuwuwu~ Wuuwu~"

Yanan patted her back comfortingly.

"Okay, okay, brother is here the whole time. What happened?"

"Wuwu~ Everyone, everyone is gone, father, mother, senior brothers, senior sisters... I haven't found them... Wuwu~"

At this time, Tang Moling was like a lost little girl, hugging Yanan tightly, as if she was afraid that Yanan would disappear too.

Following her words, Yanan probably guessed what she meant and asked.

"So, you sneaked out of the Tang Sect?"

"Well, I wanted to come to the back mountain to look for my mother, but unfortunately I couldn't find her..."

Yanan was silent for a moment, took over the control of the dream, and began to weave the dream of this world.

"Let's go, everyone is waiting for you at the Tang Sect now."

"I...I forgot the way back, wuwu~"

Seeing tears welling up in Tang Moling's eyes and that she seemed about to cry again, Yanan picked her up.

"Come on, your brother remembers the way, I'll take you back."

He raised his feet and shuttled through one dream fragment after another, and Tang Moling in his arms did not notice anything unusual about the changing scenes around him.

Instead, she leaned in Yanan's arms and kept asking Yanan questions like a child.

"Brother, is everyone really in Tangmen?"

"Yes, all the senior brothers and sisters are here."

"Where's mother? Has she come out?"

"Mother has come out of seclusion and is waiting for you to return to the Tang Sect."

"Where's Daddy? How's Daddy's illness?"

"Master... Dad's illness has healed. I have cured all of Dad's illnesses."

"Brother, I want to eat grilled fish."

"Okay, let's go to the back mountain to grill fish tonight."

………………

When manipulating Tang Moling's dream, she did not resist at all. She would even instinctively cooperate with Yanan's every move. Even if all control was taken away, she would not resist at all.

The now deserted Tang Sect was directly moved here by Yanan according to the most prosperous scene in his memory. Everything that he could remember was moved here.

Under Yanan's intentional control, the sky gradually darkened when he returned to Tangmen.

Pushing open the gate of the Tang Clan with Tang Moling, the courtyard was decorated with red lanterns and colorful ribbons everywhere.

When the senior brothers and sisters saw Yanan bringing Tang Moling back, they all gathered around them.

"Little junior sister, you are finally back!"

"Yeah, we were all worried sick."

Tang Moling looked at everyone and a smile appeared on her face. She ran over to hug her senior brothers and sisters, feeling their warmth.

"Brother, sister, I'm back."

Tang Moling said.

"Alright, today is a big day, come with me and get ready. And those tear marks on your face, is it Junior Brother Yanan who made you angry? Do you want me to beat him up?"

A senior sister said with a smile.

"No, no..."

"Okay, let's hurry up and put on some makeup. You're the star of the show today."

Tang Moling nodded and followed her senior sister to the room. Before leaving, she looked back at Yanan and received an encouraging look.