Chapter 54 Entering a Dreamlike Dream "Sister..." Lu Ming looked at Shi...
“Sister…” Lu Ming looked at Shi Wenzhe’s tightly closed eyes and choked up, “Are you tired and want to sleep?”
What's your name?
"What's your name?"
He murmured, and finally burst into tears.
In the vast expanse of the world, only the breathing of the four of them could be heard. Qin Wenxue pressed Shi Wenzhe's ear close to her chest, and the deafening sound of her heartbeat filled the air.
Shi Wenzhe could barely open her eyes, and she had no strength left. She wanted to tell Qin Wenxue not to worry about her and not to send her any more spiritual energy. She was like an ice block in a furnace, very hot inside but very cold outside, experiencing both extremes of heat and cold, which was quite uncomfortable.
But after thinking about it, she realized that Qin Wenxue would definitely not listen to her, and might even continue to channel spiritual energy to warm her body as well.
White blossoms fell one by one, filling the air with fragrance. Peach Blossom Valley, which had been gloomy for so long, finally had spring in bloom. Shi Wenzhe watched this scene with longing, wishing he could freeze time and preserve this beauty.
Unfortunately, her eyelids were too heavy and her pupils lost focus. She could no longer hold on and could only leave the three of them with the sound of their shallow breathing.
She slept peacefully and had a wonderful dream.
In my dream, the peach trees rustled, and the white flowers in the sky turned into peach blossoms, falling all over the valley, filling the air with fragrance. Many people danced under the trees, and the flames burned even more beautifully than the sunset on the horizon.
Shi Wenzhe listened to the people chanting under the tree and rested under the peach tree. A small bird flew up from the valley and chirped angrily at the humans who had taken over its nest. Shi Wenzhe covered his face and begged for mercy, "Don't chirp my face, don't chirp my face." Finally, he caught the bird and stroked its feathers.
The little bird had emerald green plumage, soft and tender yellow down on its crown, white and gold ear feathers, and wings that resembled a peacock's, colorful and shimmering. Shi Wenzhe loved it very much, especially its emerald green eyes, which were as beautiful as glass beads.
A peach blossom landed on the little bird. Shi Wenzhe reached out and caught one, then casually tucked it into the bird's ear feather. The little bird seemed delighted, tilting its head and acting cute, its bright black eyes seeming to ask Shi Wenzhe if it looked pretty.
She was amused and lovingly caressing herself in her dream when she suddenly felt a sharp pain as she was bound by vines and thorns, which dragged her into the jungle and mountains.
Shi Wen struggled against the vines, her face gradually contorting in pain. She was dragged to a wide, desolate area, the surrounding scenery blurry, except for a person who suddenly appeared before her.
The man held a silver spear with his back to her. His black hair was tied up high with a flower branch. His hair was messy and disheveled, and his white clothes were stained with blood, making the patterns on them unrecognizable. But he stood upright, like a proud and unyielding tree on a cliff.
Shi Wen tilted his head and asked softly, "Who are you?"
The person slowly turned around, revealing a face that Shi Wenzhe knew all too well. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her throat tightened, and she could barely utter a "Linglong," her voice almost gone.
Linglong silently looked back at her, her face expressionless, cold and distant, the knuckles of her fingers gripping the silver spear turning white.
Shi Wenzhe stopped in his tracks, standing still and carefully observing Linglong. Linglong had grown a lot and taller. Even when she stood on tiptoe, she couldn't hold his head down. But he looked like he had suffered a lot, his body was covered in scars, his complexion was not good, and he was very thin. Shi Wenzhe felt a pang of pain in his heart and wanted to reach out his hand.
But she didn't know what to do after reaching out her hand, so she stopped and stared blankly at the somewhat worn feather behind Linglong's ear. The feather was a little broken and damaged, but because its owner had taken good care of it, the traces left by time were not flaws, but rather the icing on the cake. It swayed back and forth, and the bells on it made a tinkling sound, which overlapped with the sound of wings flapping in the valley, making it very pleasant to hear.
The fragrance of peach blossoms filled the surroundings. She sniffed it and discovered that it was emanating from the flower branches in Linglong's hair. Her heart skipped a beat, and she cautiously asked, "Peach blossom branches?" "So fragrant."
The fragrance of the flowers grew stronger, yet remained so tender and lingering. She seemed to smell a lingering, reluctant longing in that fragrance, and inappropriate thoughts surfaced in her mind.
"Yes..." Shi Wen thought to himself, "Mortals often give peach blossoms as tokens of love to their beloved. Linglong has grown up so much, does he have a partner now? Was this branch of peach blossoms a gift from his partner...?"
Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but worry: "The world is like hell. He's so badly injured and looks so haggard. Is his partner still alive?"
"It should still be there." Because she saw a peach blossom embroidered on the shoulder of the white-clad woman. The flower was so lifelike, so delicate and pink, with such tight stitches, that it seemed it would never wither.
Her heart was ripped open, and a nameless sadness welled up inside her. In the dim light, she saw a peach blossom floating in the air, drifting from one end of Peach Blossom Valley to the other, overlooking the valley and gently caressing all living things before drifting to a very, very far place.
It seems... very free.
But it seems... that it has no roots or support.
Her arm was grabbed, and Shi Wenzhe's body trembled. When she came to her senses and looked up, she saw the bloodstains that had not yet dried on Linglong's chin. Her clear black and white eyes shone brightly as she stared straight at her.
"Linglong?" His arm hurt a lot, and Shi Wenzhe's voice trembled as he whispered a reminder. Seeing that Linglong kept her mouth tightly shut and remained silent, he became a little anxious.
The dream was absurd and illogical. Shi Wenzhe was not the owner of this dream, so he could not control Linglong's speech. Seeing her anxious expression, the other party gently shook his head and wrote the words "cave" on Shi Wenzhe's palm with his finger.
Suddenly, Shi Wenzhe's mind cleared up, and she suddenly realized, "Yes, how could I not remember? It's Linglong, the Linglong from that night's illusion, the dead Linglong, the Linglong who suddenly appeared and then suddenly disappeared."
He was badly injured and had been chased. Shi Wenzhe looked around and, seeing that no one was around, smiled with relief.
"Linglong, are you alright?" Shi Wenzhe asked anxiously.
Linglong shook her head, looking very tired. Blood was gushing from her body again. Shi Wenzhe was at a loss. He held Shi Wenzhe's hand, stopping her chaotic movements, and gently wrote in her palm: "Wake up quickly, leave quickly."
Shi Wenzhe was puzzled: "What does that mean?"
Linglong smiled helplessly. The face looked somewhat familiar. Shi Wenzhe suddenly remembered a dream she had one night, in which someone came into her dream, smiling helplessly, before disappearing. She felt uneasy and tightly grasped Linglong's hand, afraid that the person would disappear in the next second.
Linglong let her do whatever she wanted, watching her with doting eyes, and then wrote, "Take care, leave Peach Blossom Valley."
"Don't worry about me, don't believe me, thank you." Linglong was afraid that Shi Wenzhe wouldn't understand, so he wanted to write more details, but it seemed that something was chasing him from behind, trying to take his life. He thought and thought, pondered and deliberated, and finally hastily wrote down these last few words and gave up.
The warmth of his fingertips lingered in his palm, but the figure came and went in a hurry and disappeared. Sometimes he felt a pang of regret and looked around, but saw nothing.
The vines around her waist tightened their grip and began to wrap around her again, binding her and causing her to bleed profusely. She cried out in pain and then woke up in agony, only to find herself bound by magic and being dragged around in mid-air. Behind her, a red light and a golden light relentlessly pursued her; it was Qin Wenxue and Ming Shu.
Their faces were contorted with rage, and their weapons struck her with the force of a thunderbolt. Shi Wenzhe's vision blurred, her face contorted, and she thought, "They want to kill me? Even if they want to kill me, they don't have to go this far."
She wasn't ready to fight them, nor was she in a position to surrender, so why did they suddenly attack?
She heard a cold wind blowing around her. She looked at everything in surprise. If she remembered correctly, Peach Blossom Valley was full of spring colors before she fainted. Why was it snowing heavily when she woke up again?
"Am I dreaming again?" Shi Wenzhe murmured, but the painful marks on her arms from being tightly bound reminded her that this was not a dream.
Snowflakes fell softly, landing peacefully and beautifully on the scarred Peach Blossom Valley, burying all the bloodshed and decay, leaving only the silent wind.
The world seems to have become cleaner.
Qin Wenxue's eyes were sharp as she stared intently at Shi Wenzhe's fragile body, which was as fragile as paper. She was like a fish swimming freely, with the world as her sea. She should have been swimming freely, but she was entangled by withered vines and thorns piercing her skin, dragging her into the abyss.
The quilt asked the snow, but was not allowed.
Chongming soared into the air, piercing towards the unknown enemy ahead. What he dragged along was a jumbled mess of withered wood and bones, complete with leaves and flowers. It was as if he had just picked up something random in Peach Blossom Valley and tucked it together. Despite being a pile of junk, it was impervious to swords and blades, and immune to water and fire.
Ming Shu was furious and cursed loudly: "That dog Shi Wenzhe is such a troublemaker. Is she some kind of Tang Monk's flesh that everyone wants a bite of?"
Shi Wenzhe found his exasperated appearance somewhat amusing, and instead had the leisure to carefully examine Qin Wenxue.
"Qin Wenxue... seems a bit different?" Shi Wenzhe murmured, "His appearance seems more refined. Wusheng is like flowing water, formless and shadowless, enveloping him like a cloud of mist. His clothes have also changed. They are no longer red, but a brocade robe of gold satin, which is very gorgeous. White cloud patterns are woven in it, and a crimson gold shawl flutters in the wind, like a ray of ten thousand rays of light. Most importantly, there are wrinkles on Qin Wenxue's forehead."
The forehead wrinkles were red, and the whole thing looked like a spider lily, but upon closer inspection, it resembled a butterfly in flight.
The stamens resemble butterfly antennae and tail protrusions, long and dense, adorning the slender, butterfly-wing-like petals.
It looks great.
Is it the little butterfly that asks about snow?
His fingertips were a little cold. Shi Wenzhe was being pelted by frost and snow, and he was almost frozen into a little man. But the moment he met Qin Wenxue's gaze, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body.
The lifelike red butterfly on her forehead captivated her soul, and many inappropriate thoughts uncontrollably arose in her mind.
Ming Shu's fox-like eyes were almost red with anger. Ruo Su's whip was lashed out until it was hoarse. He lowered his voice and said viciously, "At a time like this, what is Shi Wenzhe thinking? I really want to gouge her eyes out and feed them to the dogs! I'm so angry, so angry!"
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A note from the author: Moses Moses
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