There was a high fever in the dream.

Starfires flying all over the sky sweep across the nightless Linglie, and a cold moon in the sky hangs in front of the mountain like an indifferent face.The fire is burning, scorching the earth where the corpses are strewn across the field.The black figure in front of him staggered forward, the red hair band was flying in the heat wave, blood dripped down the flute body, forming a black and red river.

Heaven and earth flow——

The whip slid through the air and landed hard on Xianjun's snow-white back.Where the whip traversed the flesh, blood-red flowers bloomed, clawing and eroding the nerves of the kneeling person.He gritted his teeth, dripping with cold sweat, clenched his hands into fists, and his tense body seemed to have exhausted all his strength to prevent himself from falling down.

Wei Wuxian woke up suddenly, his heart was beating like thunder, but the shocking welts were like a whirlpool, dragging him into a dark nightmare, and each stroke traversed his heart, hurting to the depths.

Subconsciously, he leaned towards Lan Wangji, and suddenly found that the other party was panting heavily, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Lan Zhan...?" Wei Wuxian stroked Lan Wangji's forehead, "The fever is gone."

He suddenly grabbed Wei Wuxian's hand, and in his dream, this hand was dripping with blood along with the confession, that scene was vivid in his mind, and it pierced his heart.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?"

——The two asked questions almost at the same time.

(Where do you see the cheche here... see what the author has to say at the end of the article)

It was bright.

Wei Wuxian opened his sleepy eyes, and as soon as he sat up, he felt a stab of shame coming from his waist. "Hmm..." Hanguang-jun was really amazing, he laughed.

Just as he was thinking, that immortal gentleman who was the target of public criticism pushed the door open and entered, "Jin Ling is here."

Um?At this hour, it must not be a good thing.

"Jin Ling." Wei Wuxian saw that the boy from back then had grown into a tall and straight appearance.With his back in the sunlight, he could see a trace of Jin Zixuan's charm.

Jin Ling turned around, his brows were tightly clustered and serious.

"Old monk Jin is missing."

--what?

The author has something to say: Search Weibo for "Boboran" or lofter "Boba is Bomei" to see it

The clues are always broken, but there will always be clues.

In the next chapter my dumplings are really going to be 12 years old.

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