This witch, please stay

Chapter 111
Just when Xun Ming was delighted to have found a landmark landform that could be used as a reference.

A white jade hand smeared with dark red blood silently pressed on the side of his face lightly.

The joy that had just been born was replaced by extreme horror in an instant. A biting chill that seemed to come from the Nine Netherness, like a poisonous snake, started from Xun Ming's tailbone and went up his spine.

The grief and anger in that dream were suppressed by that strange horror at this moment.

A dead body-like stiffness spread all over Xun Ming's body in an instant.

The heart beat like a drum, but Xun Ming's breathing was as thin as a gossamer in that shock, as if it would break at the touch of a touch.

He remembered very clearly that he had never had such a hand in his previous dreams!

and many more!

How can a person move in a dream? !
A pair of pitch-black eyes suddenly widened, and the pupils trembled.

Then he heard an incomparably cold, but contradictory and tender woman's voice suddenly sounding in his ears:

"You came."

The world in front of him collapsed in an instant, turning into countless tiny fragments, flying around.

Behind the "world" that shattered into pieces, there is a seemingly endless darkness, like a huge mouth from the abyss, which expands instantly and swallows Xun Ming in one gulp.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened.

The entrance is a wooden ceiling.

Xun Ming, who was covered in cold sweat and gasping for breath, had blank eyes for a while, and just stared blankly at the ceiling with unfocused eyes,
After a long while, Xun Mingcai got out of that absent-minded state, sat up slowly, and covered his forehead with one hand.

That dream was wrong.

Very wrong.

Breathing heavily and dripping with cold sweat, Xun Ming, who seemed to have just experienced a life-and-death battle, looked dignified and frowned, and began to recall the previous dream.

Doubtful!

Why was I able to act autonomously in that dream?

And why every time I fall into a dream, I can't help but have such a strong sense of substitution?

Just... like... that... is me?

Is it...

Was that not a dream at all? !
A bundle of cold sweat slipped from his temples and dripped onto his front.

His heart was still beating wildly, showing no signs of calming down.

And that hand!
Is "her"?

But why does "she" move?
Could it be someone else's?

But who would it be?

His thoughts became a big mess, and Xun Ming put forward one hypothesis after another, but he couldn't find where the "thread" was.

Strangeness and surprise, like a bit of dark ink, dripped into Xun Ming's mind, making his thoughts cloudy and complicated.

After a long time, Xun Ming, who finally failed to grasp the clue, exhaled heavily and stood up from the ground.

Since I can't think of anything for a while, I can only take one step at a time.

It's just that every step you take next may be infinitely more dangerous than you originally thought.

That dream is not that simple.

He took back the four small swords, picked up the plush animal skin, washed away the dust on the bottom with a simple water method, rolled it up and put it in the storage ring, and then Xun Ming walked towards the only wooden table in the room Before.

On the wooden table, there was a copy of "On Bi Mawen's Self-Cultivation". Looking at the big characters on the cover that sounded like dragons flying and phoenix dances, and called earthworms crawling badly, Xun Ming knew this. It should be the precious "legacy" left by the "predecessor" of the predecessor.

There is also a way to raise horses.

Originally, before that weird dream, Xun Ming made some troubles, and then took the opportunity to be "assigned" to be a cannon fodder soldier, and to find an opportunity to "disappear" when he got out of the pass.

However, after such a dream, Xun Ming felt a very strange feeling.

It was as if somewhere in the dark, he just had such a premonition:
As long as he leaves the city, he will surely die!

Since he was a child, his premonition has always been very good...

So Xun Ming is really not in a hurry to leave the city.

He seemed to have thought of something, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he said with emotion:
"Sure enough, there are pros and cons."

The reason why he is confident that he can hide from the old people in his own sect is because the oblique moon sect is in charge of the Haoran pass on the east side of Haoran Tiandong that borders the demon Tianxie domain.

Mountains and rivers separated him, so naturally he couldn't control him.

But the disadvantage of this is that he is the majestic Young Master of the Slanting Moon Sect, and he is really alone in this Haishan Pass.

If you are at Haoran Pass, let alone raising your head and lowering your head to suffer from the low level, it is not a problem even if you walk sideways!
Without the support of the elders of his own sect, he really didn't dare to act too rashly in the current situation where he suddenly became treacherous.

But then again, of course, if I really went to the Heavenly Evil Territory, I might be beaten up anyway...

Sighing slightly, Xun Ming picked up the book "On Bi Mawen's Self-Cultivation".

Hold on tight first...

Let's do more preparations.

He actually fell asleep until noon...

Xun Ming smiled self-deprecatingly. He was about to go out with the book, and then he froze in place all of a sudden.

The eyes widened, and it was the cold sweat that had not been wiped off for a long time that was densely covered with Xunming's forehead again.

In that dreamland was a deep, pitch-black sky.

……

In that bookshop, Jia Xianren staggered back two steps suddenly, and actually stepped on invisible ripples in the empty space at his feet.

The poor scholar who was still squatting looking for books in the last moment, unexpectedly stood inside the threshold of the main entrance of the book shop.

It was as if time had flowed back to the time when he had just walked into the bookstore.

It's just that at this moment, Jia Xianren's lips trembled slightly, his face was dull, and he froze in place like a statue made of wood, motionless.

Watching Jia Xianren walk into the threshold of the book shop from a distance, Jiang Sinan who suddenly disappeared raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't act rashly immediately, but the hand holding Bai Xiaojiu's wrist tightened even more.

After a while, Bai Xiaojiu glanced at Jiang Sinan's increasingly serious side face, but didn't make a sound, just looked away and continued to wait with him.

As for whether he was waiting for Jia Xianren or whoever it was, she was too lazy to ask, and she didn't want to ask.

At this moment, a tall old man in civilian clothes suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and smiled slightly at Jiang Sinan:
"Sword Immortal Peak?"

Jiang Sinan didn't even think about it, let go of the hand holding Bai Xiaojiu, stepped out, and stood in front of her faintly, bowed to his waist, and said sincerely:
"Senior's Confucianism and Dharma reach heaven, he is truly a sage of heaven and earth!"

However, Jia Xianren, who was clearly standing inside the threshold of the bookstore, but could not be seen by anyone outside the bookstore, finally made a move.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and fell to the ground on one knee.

Facing the empty space in front of him, he said with difficulty:

"Disciples follow the instructions carefully."

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Cheer yourself up every day (2/2)

(End of this chapter)