Monster, get out of my dream

The little boy threw himself on Wu Qingyi's body and hugged Wu Qingyi tightly, with a hint of pain in his crazy eyes.

Why, why did you kill me...why, why did you kill me and seal my soul...why...why did you become possessed...why, why did you, who hated demons so much, willingly be controlled by demons!Willingly fall into a nightmare!

Wake up to me!Wake up!Don't be controlled by demons anymore!Don't be a walking dead, I, the Demon Emperor Mo Youyin, never want you to live in my demon clan!

In fact, at this time, Wu Qingyi was like a god's perspective, seeing a little boy sitting on top of her, hugging her tightly, even opening her mouth and biting her shoulder hard.

He also vaguely heard the little boy shouting: "Wu Qingyi, you...wake up, I don't...accept you...to join...the demon clan!"

He touched his shoulder blankly, it didn't hurt, but why, his heart beat so fast, he woke up, woke up, could this be his dream?

"Jingle Bell……"

"Um……"

Wu Qingyi opened his hazy eyes and sat up. After sitting up, he was stunned for a while, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Me, I dreamed that I killed...killed a lot... corpses everywhere, blood flowing like a river... what happened in the end?little boy?In the end, I seemed to see a little boy, and then, then, I woke up...

Why did I dream of killing people... That scene was indeed a little scary, but it seemed that I didn't feel anything in the dream, how could it be like this...

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, wake up, your cousin is coming to our house today, so don't go back, say hello at home. Mom will go shopping first, get up quickly!" Wu Qingyi's mother patted her hard Wu Qingyi's room, and then went out the door.

Wu Qingyi frowned and got up, tidied herself up, sat on the sofa in the living room, and waited for her relatives to arrive.

In fact, based on Wu Qingyi's communication fear, he would never invite anyone to his home, but he has been very obedient since he was a child, and he has always obeyed his mother's words.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!"

The door rang, Wu Qingyi got up with a paralyzed face and went to open the door.

"Hello, auntie. I'm Mo Youyin. My mother is locking the car at the back. I'll knock on the door first." A big boy in a black tracksuit and white high-top sneakers lowered his head and straightened his clothes , shouted in a clear voice.

Wu Qingyi looked at the front of her who was about the same height as herself, but it was obviously a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, so she couldn't help frowning.

After he opened the door, he didn't speak, but just looked at Mo Youyin a few times, then turned around and sat back on the sofa again.

Mo Youyin didn't hear anyone answering and greeting him, he looked up suspiciously, and what he saw was Wu Qingyi turning around, walking and sitting back on the sofa.

"Well, brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know you opened the door. By the way, brother, you are my aunt's son who studies interior design, right? You and my aunt really look alike!" Mo Youyin followed and stepped into the door , smiled and sat down beside Wu Qingyi familiarly.

...Wu Qingyi didn't change his face, nor did he look at Mo Youyin, he just stared straight at the door.

"Brother, what's your name? I'm Mo Youyin. I grew up in a foreign country. You probably haven't seen me, but I've seen you, of course in photos." Mo Youyin continued.

"Brother, do you know, when I see your photo, I feel warm in my heart, I feel like I've seen you there before..." Mo Youyin didn't care that Wu Qingyi didn't say anything to him, he continued to mutter.

"Xiao Qing, hurry up and pick up your things!" Wu's mother walked into the house with the vegetables in her hands, and shouted at Wu Qingyi.

"Auntie, let me come." As soon as Mo Youyin saw Wu's mother coming back, she came to Wu's mother very politely and quickly to help.