The moon is bright and the wind is gentle; crows perch on the trees.
Before long, everyone drifted off to sleep, gradually lowering their guard. Soft, long breaths filled the small space.
If anyone were awake at this moment, they would surely notice that the sleeping postures of the people on the floor were gradually becoming strange, indicating pain.
"...Wu Yue?"
"...Witch coward?"
Yan Chiyu stood in the garden, his numb arms catching the soft body that suddenly fell from the sky.
When he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, staining his thin lips even deeper red. It was just like deep red paint splashed on a white canvas, spreading layer by layer.
Yan Chiyu's mind went completely blank.
The barely perceptible weight on my arm, the sensation flowing between my fingers. Warmth spread across the white shirt embroidered with birds returning at dusk, staining it in patches, like a vast expanse of blooming red roses.
The boy's heart beat faster and faster, his blood surging.
He subconsciously tried to curl the corners of his mouth, but his whole body felt like a puppet locked in a transparent box, completely losing its own reaction and movement.
"The more you care about something, the more likely you are to lose it."
Who's talking? Why is it so noisy?
roll!
"Witch coward...?"
Yan Chiyu stared blankly at the lifeless girl in his arms. No matter how he called her, she did not answer or react.
Wasn't I sleeping? Where am I? Why did Wu Songsong turn into this? Is it a dream? Or is it just an illusion?
Wake up.
What happened?
He never sleeps this soundly.
Why does the witch die in his dream?
how so?
Yan Chiyu kept calling Wu Yue's name, his fingertips trembling, unable to concentrate.
Magical artifacts—elixirs—
Is there anything that can save her?
A slight thought.
But nothing came out...
Why would such a simple spell fail?
What about talismans?
Are there any healing talismans...?
No! No! Nothing at all!
"Kill yourself, and I'll save her for you." The voice appeared again, enticing and seductive, hooking the string in Yan Chiyu's mind.
"How do we do it?"
The boy asked expressionlessly.
"Take three steps forward, and you'll find a spear stuck upside down. Thrust it into your heart, and you can bring Wu Yue back to life."
Looking down at the girl's pale and bloodied face, Yan Chiyu seemed to stop thinking. His heart felt as if a piece had been ripped out, filled with unbearable pain and endless emptiness. He let the biting wind stir up his internal organs, causing waves of dull pain.
As the spear pierced his heart, the boy heard a distant shout—
"Yan Chiyu!!! Wake up!!!"
"Yan Chiyu! What are you doing?! Stop it!!!"
The boy suddenly woke up with a start, cold sweat pouring down his face.
He found himself standing barefoot outside, with Wu Yue tightly hugging her waist. When he looked down, he saw that her face was covered in blood.
Yan Chiyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word.
Wu Yue noticed the terror in his eyes and calmly said, "This isn't my blood, it's yours... Yan Chiyu, the White Fox cast a nightmare spell on you. You just tried to commit suicide in front of me, don't. Calm down, calm down."
By the end, the girl's voice trembled slightly.
For a moment, she was very scared.
I was afraid he would just collapse in front of me.
She came out of the dream very quickly.
The idea that Yan Chiyu was dating eight women at the same time is simply impossible; only a fool would believe that. Therefore, she quickly broke free of the nightmare spell and escaped.
She used a barrier to pull Yunwei and the others back and protect them, but she didn't expect that Yan Chi, who was the most skilled in internal energy manipulation, was so deeply entrenched that she couldn't wake him up no matter how she tried.
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