After passing through the book, the devil wants to kill me

This sleep was a rare and peaceful one for Lou Yun in the past few days.

When I woke up, my mind was not fully awake, and my whole body seemed to be immersed in the long-lost, comfortable and reassuring atmosphere in the dream.

He half-closed his eyes, looking at the white silk bed curtain above his head, and the soft and warm sunlight came in through the gap, blurring the boundary between dreams and reality.

After a while, after the dream faded away like a tide, he gradually regained his senses.

It turned out to be a dream.

A wry smile flickered across Lou Yun's mouth, and he raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes.

The embrace he felt in the dream was fake, and the breath he felt was also fake. How could he dream of such a scene again.

Why did I dream about that person again...

After calming down, Lou Yun let out a breath slowly, only then realized belatedly that there seemed to be something wrong.

He sat up halfway, glanced at the side of him blankly, then lifted the curtain of the bed and glanced out, and froze immediately.

...This, here seems to be a guest room.

But he obviously slept on the street last night, why is he here?

Lou Yun was a little confused for a moment. Could it be that he fainted from fever and forgot when he came to stay in the hotel?

...No, not right.

He lowered his eyes and glanced hastily. He only had a white undershirt on his body, which was not his own. It seemed that someone had indeed brought him here.

Lou Yun pursed his lips, walked down from the couch, looked around, saw his robe was draped over a chair, and walked over to put it on.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a voice came through the wooden door: "Master, are you awake?"

Lou Yun responded, the door was pushed open, and a young man walked in, holding toilet utensils in his hand.He put the things away, turned to Lou Yun and said with a smile, "How do you feel, Young Master, how are you resting?"

Lou Yun looked at the boy, nodded, and asked, "Well, why am I here?"

The boy paused for a moment, as if he was recalling something, and thought about it: "Young Master, I don't know if you are asleep. Yesterday, a... wandering doctor saw you sick by the side of the road, so he brought you to us to recuperate. He also prescribed medicine, and asked us to bring it to you on time. It is said that the doctor is the heart of the parents, that adult is really a very good person! My son, you can rest assured here to recuperate in the past few days, and you will leave soon after you recover from your illness."

Lou Yun was taken aback when he heard the words, and frowned: "You mean a wandering doctor?"

The servant seemed a little nervous, and smiled: "Yes."

Lou Yun fell into contemplation, turning his mind a few times, and didn't remember that this character was described in this book.

Maybe it's just an inconspicuous role, after all, after staying for so long, I know that the world is really big, and my own self-improvement ability is also very strong.

Lou Yun calmed down a little, and said again: "Then, where is this doctor now? I haven't seen him yet."

"He...he has already left." The boy closed his mouth tightly after speaking, as if he was afraid of what would happen if he said too much.

Lou Yun just woke up, his mind was a little sullen, he didn't notice anything, he just sighed: "I left... why did I just leave? I haven't thanked him yet, and I don't know if I will have a chance to meet him in the future."

The little servant hurriedly said: "Young master, maybe he still has something important to do, and he is traveling all over the world, so his whereabouts are uncertain. That lord must be hanging pots all the way to help the world and make good friends, and we will see you again."

Lou Yun nodded, looked out through the window, and was dazed for a while, not knowing where his mind wandered.

The young man quickly placed the things, and was about to turn around and leave when he was suddenly stopped.

"and many more."

The boy's heart tightened, he swallowed his saliva, turned around and saw a sword suddenly held in the opponent's hand, the sword was unrecognizable at first sight, it was shining brightly, and had an imposing manner, he only felt that the white light in front of his eyes was simply Be blind.

The boy's legs subconsciously went limp, thinking that he was going to die in hell, but he saw that the other party put the sword on the table with a "bang" sound and pushed it towards him.

"My whole body is up and down, and this may be the only thing left. This room doesn't look cheap. You take this sword, and it can barely be used as the rent for these few days."

"Ah?" The boy was stunned, and immediately waved his hands as if frightened, "Don't, don't, don't! How can this be done! You really want to change, we don't have enough inns for you to change!"

Lou Yun lowered his eyes, his fan-like eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, he gently stroked a certain part of the scabbard with his fingers, where the word "Wumang" was deeply engraved, each stroke seemed to be a hot brand, branded In the heart, it is hot and painful.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes, let out a breath trembling slightly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Take it away. If you don't accept me, throw it away. To me, no matter how valuable this sword is...it's worthless."

The air is quiet, only the slight and suppressed breathing can be heard.

In the void, there seemed to be some invisible undercurrent quietly surging up, and then being suppressed.

The servant hesitated again and again, but finally took the sword, bowed and withdrew.

Lou Yun watched the sword disappear from sight, looked down at the empty table, and was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he exhaled lightly, and was about to pour a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but he heard a few noises from outside the door, as if someone had fallen down.

He turned his head to look at the closed door, wondering if the boy just didn't hold something steady and fell down, and he didn't know if he was injured.

The next second, the door was suddenly reopened, and the servant walked in in a panic, his face was slightly pale, his robe seemed to be a little gray, and the sword in his arms was gone.

He smiled at Lou Yun, and said in an unnatural tone: "Look at my memory hahaha...Young master, this is your peach cake, I just forgot to bring it in."

As he spoke, he carefully placed the oiled paper in his hand on the table.

More than a dozen pieces of glutinous and delicate peach blossom cakes are stacked on top of it, and there is faint traces of steam on the surface, mixed with a sweet and fragrant smell that is very attractive.

This is obviously not long after it was made, and it looks familiar.

Lou Yun looked at the peach cake, then at the servant, and said hesitantly, "This is...?"

The little servant said cautiously: "This is a gift from our inn. Young master, you can taste it to see if it suits your taste. If not, let's change it."

"...Oh." Lou Yun nodded, wondering if he was affected by last night's dream, he didn't have any appetite for the time being, he only glanced twice before looking away.

"Thank you, I have a heart."

Seeing that Lou Yun accepted the peach blossom cake, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly bowed and left.Probably because he left in a panic, he forgot to close the door when he left.

Lou Yun got up and walked to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, he smelled a very faint coolness in the air.

The smell was too weak, and it disappeared when I smelled it again, as if it only existed for a moment, and it seemed to be just an illusion left after waking up from a dream in the morning.

Lou Yun's hand on the door paused, and for some reason, it took a while before he finally pulled the door shut.

The hallway was silent again.

In the deep shadows at the corner at the end of the corridor, a figure stood there quietly.

He leaned his back against the wall behind him, his slightly raised jaw was tense, and he held a sword tightly in his lowered hand, and he didn't move for a long time.