Bang--!
An external force struck, shattering the dream.
The unassuming stone around Jia Xitong's neck was emitting a faint glow.
Jia Xitong was also jolted awake from her dream, unable to fall back asleep. Stepping barefoot onto the ground, the cold touch gave her the most real sensation; the scene in her dream had clearly just happened, yet she could barely remember it.
If you can't remember, that's fine.
She relit the candlelight on the table and began writing furiously.
On the other side, Shang Yanting from the original novel also opened his eyes.
Someone had stopped his Dream Devouring; who that person was was obvious without even needing to think. But could he really stop them? A mere tickle, and they thought they could stop his invasion?
Oh.
Shang Yanting looked at the full moon outside and slowly walked out of the imperial palace, which had recently been conquered by the demonic cultivators. He closed his eyes, savoring this moment of peace, but this quiet world needed a cataclysmic disaster. However, before destroying this place, he still had to take that fool who angered him with him.
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"Haven't you realized it yet?"
"Realized what?"
Within the black fog, Jia Xitong was speaking to someone who was completely invisible.
"who I am?"
The figure slowly emerged from the black mist. His patience had run out, and he decided to stop her guessing. With a wave of his hand, images of them together appeared. He thought he had forgotten everything, but unexpectedly, he remembered it all clearly at this moment.
Do I need to explain who I am?
Do I need to explain who I am?
Small business?
As Jia Xitong looked at the man in front of her, his features became clearer and clearer.
The man, who once looked slightly thin, now had an identical face to her host and was now very tall. His demeanor was calm and composed... but that was all irrelevant to him. He stood before her, looking at her with a gloomy expression, "You fickle bastard! We've only been apart for a short time, and you've already fallen for someone else!"
"Well, but... the person I love has always been my host."
Jia Xitong's voice rang out softly.
Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was stunned.
The feeling was like a piece of charcoal that was about to go out reigniting and burning more and more fiercely. Just when it was at its most intense and about to burn everything, it was suddenly frozen.
A chilling, biting cold swept in.
In the original story, Shang Yanting's first thought was that it was impossible; this was someone's conspiracy. However, these words came from her mouth, and the characteristic of Meng Shi, which he once liked the most but now hated the most, was that people in dreams would always tell the truth.
She likes that person.
The person she has always liked.
And what about him?
What about their past experiences, their adventures, and all the care and concern she showed him?
In the original story, Shang Yanting felt his cold heart ache faintly, and all sorts of complex, bittersweet, and painful emotions surged into his heart.
"Ha ha."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Hahahaha!
He spread his arms and laughed arrogantly yet sadly, "You like him? You actually like him!"
He was hysterical, his face was contorted with madness, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Jia Xitong with a look of shock, resentment, and hatred. "Do you think I crave your feelings that much? Do you think I can't live without you?"
Fooling the gods comes at a price!
In the original story, Shang Yanting grasped Jia Xitong's fragile sea of consciousness in a dream...
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