After practicing the ruthless way, the elder brother regretted it deeply

Wu Nian couldn't believe that Yan Qing had fallen asleep. He shook Yan Qing gently, but found that he didn't respond. He could only sigh to himself: "I can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep."

Yan Qing, who was pretending to be asleep: ...Of course you can’t wake me up. It would be strange if you could wake me up, right?

Originally, Yan Qing was just pretending to be asleep, but not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

She also had a dream in which she was standing in a purgatory-like place with magma on the ground.

Yan Qing was puzzled: What happened to me? How did I end up at the crater?

Soon she realized that she had not reached the crater. This place was... the world of cultivation?!

In her previous life, she had been to this place and helped the local people get rid of monsters. She would always remember the grateful expressions of those people and how they stuffed the best food in the village into her hands. There were also children who would come to her and give her wreaths made by themselves.

At that time, she had been called a running dog by countless people and was looked down upon wherever she went. This was the first time in such a long time that she had received such a good gift.

She kept the wreath in her box until her death, and it was not damaged at all. It was a pity that she didn't get to see it for the last time...

But what was happening now? The birdsong and fragrance of flowers had been replaced by screams and the smell of blood, and the fields of blooming flowers had become a sea of ​​floating corpses.

"What... happened?" Yan Qing's hands trembled a little, and with a "clang" sound, something fell from his hand.

She looked down and saw the Han Ling Sword. If she hadn't had a telepathic connection with it, she wouldn't have recognized it. The sword was stained with blood, but she couldn't tell whose blood it was.

A breeze with the smell of blood blew by, and Yan Qing felt her face was now cold. She raised her hand to touch it, and it was - tears. How could she still have tears?

She flew down to pick up the Han Ling Sword and carefully wiped the blood off the sword with her clothes. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it clean. Only then did she notice that her clothes were all covered in blood.

"Yan Qing." At this time, a voice came from behind Yan Qing, calling her name softly.

Yan Qing turned around and saw a familiar figure standing not far away.

She walked over and found that the man was somewhat similar to Gu Han, but he was slightly inferior to Gu Han in appearance. However, there was blood on the corner of his mouth and several swords were stuck in his chest. His face was pale, but there were stars in his eyes when he looked at her.

The man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but the screams were too loud for her to hear. His body swayed a few times, and Yan Qing knew he couldn't hold on any longer. She ran with all her might, but could only watch him collapse in front of her. There was nothing she could do.

At this moment, she felt so helpless! She didn't know what had happened, why such kind people had ended up like this, and she didn't know who the person she hadn't met was.

"Ah!" Yan Qing sat up in shock, scaring Wu Nian, who was gnawing on a pork elbow and flipping through the "Ancient Bagua Records" next to him, so much so that he jumped up.

Wu Nian stared at Yan Qing with wide eyes: "Yan Qing, what's wrong with you?" The fear in her eyes had not completely faded away, and she was still maintaining a defensive posture.

But the fear in Yan Qing's eyes was no less than Wu Nian's. The feeling of powerlessness in her dream was brought into reality. She covered her chest and gasped.

"Yan Qing?" Wu Nian put down his defensive posture, knowing that the person in front of him must have just had a nightmare. He just didn't know what kind of nightmare could scare Yan Qing like this.

Yan Qing still did not move. Her mind was still filled with images of a sea of ​​blood, magma, and millions of corpses.

Wu Nian frowned worriedly and gently placed his hand on Yan Qing's shoulder.

Yan Qing was startled by the sudden touch and finally woke up from her dream. She stared at Wu Nian in front of her.

Feeling a little uncomfortable under Yan Qing's gaze, Wu Nian spoke weakly, "Yan Qing? Why did you dream about me so much?"

She had read many stories in storybooks about girls who dreamt their husbands had betrayed them, and then slapped their husbands sleeping beside them when they woke up. Wu Nian shrank her neck in fear, her eyes cautiously shifting away.

After a while, she glanced at Yan Qing tentatively again and found that she didn't move and was still looking at her steadily. Wu Nian became even more panicked and quickly looked away.

Perhaps feeling that simply avoiding eye contact wasn't enough, Wu Nian cautiously took a few steps back. When he found that Yan Qing still didn't make any big moves, he quickly retreated a few steps to the corner of the room.

He was still muttering in a low voice: "You can't see me, you can't see me, and even if you see me, you can't hit me!"

Even when the little darling was playing ball with Yan Qing, he would be knocked unconscious. If Yan Qing hit her, she would be crippled. She shuddered at the thought of herself lying on the ground, unable to move. How cruel!

This was the scene Yan Qing saw when he woke up.