After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

I had another dream.

I don't know if it's because I think about it every day, I think too much during the day, and at night, I just dream all night.

I dreamed that I was chased by poisonous insects, I dreamed that I was pushed into the abyss, I dreamed that I was surrounded by people who couldn't see their faces, shoved and insulted...

The most I dreamed was that I was running and fleeing desperately in the darkness where I couldn't see a ray of light, as if I wanted to get rid of something.

These dreams come in all shapes and sizes, some seem absurd and cannot be taken as real, while others are so real that they lead me to explore.

This time, my dream took place at Killing Peak.

I saw myself being held in Luo Wuchen's arms, the two of them were intimate, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat warm.

The self in the dream is a little younger than now, the chin is not as thin as it is now, and there is still childish innocence in the eyes.

Even though there were still terrible blue and black poisonous lines on his face, they still shone brightly.

Those are the stars in "my" eyes.

I am well aware that I am in a dream, but I have no control over my dreams.

Like an outsider, I looked at Luo Wuchen with bright eyes, and the obvious attachment and admiration in my eyes.

Anyone who looks at it can easily see that all the sincerity of "I" has fallen on my master.

I watched with cold eyes, watching my emotions revolve around Luo Wuchen, watching my wishful thinking, watching my feet sink deep into the mud.

Sure enough, I heard what I said to Luo Wuchen, "As long as it is given to Wan Wan by Master, Wan Wan will like it."

As long as it is given to me by Luo Wuchen...

I love it all.

Silly.

Heinously stupid.

How can there be such a stupid person.

Although I don't remember what happened next, I couldn't help but curse: "Idiot."

"What do you like about him?"

The self in the dream was stunned, his brows and eyes stretched, as if he knew that there was destruction ahead, and he smiled willingly.

The self in the dream replied as a matter of course: "But he is the only one who treats me well."

"But he doesn't love you at all."

"It's okay," the self in the dream still smiled, "I just like him."

Such a heartfelt sincerity...I couldn't help being a little curious, wondering what the end of "I" would be?

It's a pity that I woke up from the dream, and I couldn't see the follow-up, so naturally I didn't know what the answer was.

I woke up from the long dream, opened my eyes, and stared blankly at the bed curtain above my head.

Everything in the dream was too real, and I felt that it might not be a dream, but a past that I had forgotten.

I touched my heart hesitantly, my feelings for Luo Wuchen in the dream were so hot, like a flame fueled by love, even if my body was broken, I would not be afraid.

But after waking up, I just felt that feeling seemed like a lifetime away.

My heart is full of sweetness, my eyes are filled with stars... This is what I see in my dreams.

Call me... feels strange.

It's hard for me to imagine that I was so vivid in the past, as if I still have infinite longing for the future.

I couldn't help it, and walked to the mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror with only a pool of stagnant water in my eyes, a little doubt arose in my heart.

Is the self in the dream really the same person as I am now?

Is there such a big difference between the past self and the present self?

original……

I suddenly realized for a moment that I really liked Luo Wuchen.

Can……

I instinctively refused to believe that the idiot who loved Luo Wuchen so much was myself.

That's silly, really.

Trust is such a fragile thing.

It only needs a little push, and it can be broken into pieces.

It can no longer be put back together and restored to its original state.

It is clear that I liked Luo Wuchen so much that I was even willing to let go of the despair and pain of being forced to have a miscarriage.

But now, I don't feel any love for him.

It was as if the self who liked Luo Wuchen never existed.

Or maybe the person who liked Luo Wuchen had already died.

I no longer want to stay by Luo Wuchen's side.

Even now I still can't remember any past.

I can't remember when the light in my eyes went out, and I also... just want to leave Luo Wuchen.

To leave, and to retrieve my lost memories.

I have a hunch that in those lost memories, there are important information about everything, which is very important.

However, the memories with the past seem to be banned and buried deep in the ground, because the past is too long, time has changed, and the sea has changed, and it is difficult to find its trace.

Previously, the suzerain of the Zetian Sect found Luo Wuchen because there was a gap in the enchantment of the Northwest Demon Territory, and a demon cultivator sneaked in.

Originally, Luo Wuchen was going to leave that day to get rid of the demon, but he delayed his departure because of me.

Someone from the Zetian Sect sent someone to persuade me, their words were tactful, but their attitude was condescending, to the effect that they wanted me to take care of the overall situation and not hold back Sword Master.

I felt baffled when I heard it.

It has nothing to do with me.

It's not that I dragged Luo Wuchen and refused to let him go.

They didn't dare to force Luo Wuchen, instead they came to find trouble with me.

I really responded to the sentence that the persimmons should be picked softly.

I didn't bother to argue with them, so I just made peace with them.

Luo Wuchen seems to be very free, he is by my side every day.

But I was annoyed when I saw him, and it was very hard to endure.

It just so happened that Zetianzong himself sent a reason, so I told Luo Wuchen about Zetianzong looking for me.

I hypocritically blamed myself on Luo Wuchen, saying that I was too ignorant and shouldn't be pestering him, causing him to delay his business.

I'm not very good at acting. When I say this, I feel very awkward.

"... Husband, I'm the one who dragged you down."

After finishing speaking, I lowered my eyelashes and made a disappointed expression, but there was no emotion in my eyes.

Luo Wuchen listened to my persuasion, of course it would be great if he was willing to set out to get rid of the demon, but if he didn't, I also had a reason to prevaricate the Chosen Sect.

If Luo Wuchen listened to my instigation and went to confront Ze Tianzong, it would be even more unexpected.

Oh, I'm so bad.

It's so bad, I feel disgusting myself.

But I am a demon, born with bad seeds.

After hearing my words, Luo Wuchen frowned and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he took me into his arms and stroked my slightly stiff back, "You are not a burden."

I softened my body, and leaned on his chest softly, with false emotion in my voice, "Husband..."

"If my health is better, if I also have cultivation," I sighed lightly, with a perplexed tone, "will I be able to help my husband?"

Luo Wuchen's hand stroking me froze slightly, "Wan Wan..."

I raised my head and forced a smile at him, "Am I doing too much?"

Luo Wuchen tightened his arms around me for a moment, "No."

In the days that followed, Luo Wuchen would give me an elixir of unknown purpose every day.

I don't know if taking the pill will have any bad effects, but he gave me one, and I took one.

After all, man is a knife and I am fish. If I don't eat it, he can force me to eat it.

Just like he can force me to have a miscarriage, I never have a room for saying no.

Rather than make such an ugly mess, I might as well be more aware of current affairs and cooperate more, so as to save a little suffering.

Maybe it's because of my obedient flattery that Luo Wuchen is willing to tell me something about his next plan.

He said that after a while, he will repair the enchantment of the Demon Realm.

Naturally, I won't hold back and nodded meekly.

Luo Wuchen gave me another serious look, as if he wanted to say something to me.

But in the end he still didn't say anything.

In the following days, Luo Wuchen became busy.

He is busy, and I am not idle either. During these times, I either read books or explore the talisman formation by myself.

The fact that I don't have a cultivation base has always caused me to worry about it.

Another unpleasant dream.

I opened my eyes, tiredness stagnated in my body, but sleepiness was almost nonexistent.

The sound of insects outside the window is weak, and the moonlight is thin.

I slowly sat up from the bed, my mind was a little numb, and the messy things were crowded in my mind, which made me sleepless at all.

There was light falling on the ground coldly, condensing into patches of hoarfrost, which trembled and melted when the wind blew, and the water was lingering and merged into a pool.

After sitting for a while, I felt that my mind was much clearer, so I simply turned over and got out of bed, walked to the desk by the window, and rubbed ink and drew symbols.

Half of the art of drawing symbols was taught by Luo Wuchen, and the other half was discovered by myself. Luo Wuchen said that I have a talent for drawing symbols, and I only felt ironic when I heard that.

The sky outside the window was gradually brightening, and I also placed a stack of painted talismans by my hand.

I can't mobilize the spiritual energy, and these talismans are just a bunch of useless talismans.

But I still don't want to give up, maybe one day, I will have cultivation, and the talismans I drew can be activated by me...

I stood by the window and watched the golden crow climb slowly above the clouds.

The east is bright, birds are singing and emerald green, and the sound of Zetianzong's disciples doing morning lessons can be faintly heard in the distance.

After standing for a long time, I felt that my feet were sore and numb, and my body was even more stiff and stagnant, so I turned around and went to open the door, intending to go to the yard for some activities.

Only then did I open the door with a palm-sized gap, I looked up inadvertently, and almost jumped up suddenly.

Just now, I just opened the door, and suddenly a bird the size of a dumpling flew towards me.

The bird stopped in front of me dangerously, chattering non-stop.

"Wanwan! My little beauty! I have found you!"

"...?" I opened my eyes slightly, can a sparrow talk?

"It's not a sparrow, it's a tit!"

The tit fluttered its wings, "It's me, tit."

I hesitated, "You know me?"

"Wanwan," the chickadee's feathers exploded, "don't tell me that you are so happy that you don't even know me anymore?"

"We came out of that ghost place in the Exiled Lands together. It's a fateful friendship. You just forgot about me for a human furnace. Thanks to my hard work, I tried every means to come here to find you. I want to introduce you to the new furnace, you, you are really hateful!"

"I'm angry, the kind that's hard to coax."