Chapter 71 A Dream: Dream
Weaving the most beautiful dreams in people's hearts
Moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the rocks, falling into her clear, bright eyes, as if reflecting a sky full of stars, full of tender affection.
A fog had risen at some point, quietly seeping into the darkness and shrouding the surroundings in an invisible veil, adding an extra layer of mystery.
Xie Xingzheng had no time to look closely; he instinctively reached out to grab Tang Yu.
The next instant, a black shadow streaked through the air, missed Tang Yu where she had just stood, and then turned around and attacked again like a ghost.
But Tang Yu was no pushover either. She raised her hand and flicked out a ray of starlight. The shuttle in her sleeve was light and fast, heading straight for the strange beast in the darkness.
Hit the target!
The shadowy figure writhed and twisted in agony, its eyes gleaming with a ferocious, beast-like light.
Xie Xingzheng shielded Tang Yu behind him, then leaped forward, slashing his long sword forcefully at the dark figure.
In an instant, the sound of skin tearing open, along with the splattering crimson blood, blended into a blood-red veil amidst the mist and rubble.
In just a few breaths, the fog grew thicker and thicker, and he could barely see the black shadow that had been cut in two and crashed to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, one could still vaguely discern that it was a giant python.
The original freshness of the grass was now mixed with a musty and bloody smell, making the air damp, fishy, and sweet, and causing a tightness in one's chest.
Tang Yu walked to his side and kicked the half-python body that was still wriggling slightly.
She turned her head and chuckled softly: "Does it count as me saving you?"
"Yes." Xie Xingzheng's heart skipped a beat.
Tang Yu moved even closer, her sweet fragrance wafting over, completely dispelling the stench of blood and mildew.
With a slight, suppressed laugh, she asked, "So, how are you going to thank me?"
A gentle breath brushed against Xie Xingzheng's face, cool and refreshing, causing a strange fluctuation in his mood, and he unconsciously took two steps back.
But Tang Yu held his wrist firmly.
“This place is dangerous,” she warned gently. “Don’t slip and fall again.”
Seeing that there was nowhere to retreat, Xie Xingzheng had no choice but to stand there and stare at her.
The clear moonlight shattered in the thick fog of darkness, turning into fragmented halos that cast a hazy, ambiguous glow.
The curve of her lips was particularly alluring.
Tang Yu moved closer to him again, her watery eyes seeming to hold a lot of emotions.
She leaned close to his ear, her voice as soft as a breeze brushing against his heart.
"Xie Xingzheng...you like me, don't you?"
It was not a question, but a firm conviction.
"Are you afraid that I will die because of that sword?" She moved closer, so close that their breaths mingled, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.
Afraid.
Xie Xingzheng didn't speak, but he had the most honest answer in his heart.
But he felt something was wrong; his emotions were like being bound by invisible threads, making it impossible for him to move an inch.
Tang Yu slowly took his hand and placed it on her soft, pale face, saying in a coquettish voice, "My wound hurts so much..."
"Give me a kiss, okay?"
Xie Xingzheng suddenly held his breath, and in his panic, he tried to pull his hand away, but she held it firmly.
The next instant, she pressed herself against him.
Before he could even react, she pinned him down on the soft grass, her wrists and waist firmly held by him.
Even before the resistance came the burning, almost uncontrollable joy and longing that surged through my blood.
Tang Yu's face, so close to mine, was more striking and aggressive than the gentle beauty of women from the Great Xia Dynasty.
She gradually pressed closer to him, her cool lips covering his.
The touch, as light as a butterfly's wing, softened him inch by inch in this dreamlike kiss, leaving him unable to control himself.
Without thinking, Xie Xingzheng reached back and grabbed her lower back, deepening the kiss.
He was even more possessive than her, his tongue slowly prying open her lips and teeth.
A long kiss, followed by a reluctant parting.
Tang Yu leaned softly against him, her voice thick with a nasal tone as she gently scolded, "Didn't you say you wouldn't kiss me? Hmm?"
With a slight upward inflection at the end of her voice, Tang Yu's unique playfulness was evident.
She was a little bit mischievous, making it irresistible, and I couldn't help but kiss her lips again, my body temperature soaring.
Beauty can bewitch people, making them lose track of time.
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He gazed at Tang Yu's slightly weary eyes in his arms, his voice low and deep: "How did you end up here?"
Tang Yu didn't answer, but lazily raised her hand and pointed forward: "Take me out first."
Xie Xingzheng felt a slight tightness in his chest and hesitated.
The Southern Moon Holy Land is riddled with traps and mechanisms, and besides, she is currently injured.
hurt?
Wait...where is she injured?
Just as the question arose, Tang Yu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Let's go quickly."
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, gently disrupting his reason, leaving him no time to ponder his earlier confusion. His only thought was to get her away from here first.
He picked up Tang Yu and took two steps.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
A cold yet familiar voice rang in my ear: "Don't listen."
Xie Xingzheng paused in his tracks.
At this moment, the "Tang Yu" in my arms felt as light as a piece of paper, devoid of any warmth or weight.
Those hands were extremely cold, yet they seemed to bring him back to his senses.
His heart sank slightly, and all the doubts suddenly took shape at that moment.
It's an illusion!
He looked down abruptly and found that the figure in his arms had vanished like mist, as if it had never existed.
"Xie Xingzheng." The cold hands withdrew, and he was called softly.
He turned around and looked on in astonishment.
The person behind her was Tang Yu, pale and weak. She was no longer dressed in pristine white, but in blood-soaked red.
Seeing the unusual blank look on his face, Tang Yu said calmly, "Just now, it was an illusion."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed ahead, where he saw a bottomless black pool.
Xie Xingzheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
It turned out that there was no giant python from the beginning, and he had never stepped into a hole. Everything that happened was an illusion from the moment he approached the pool of black water.
"This is Yue Qimeng's ability, and it's also the origin of its name." Tang Yu looked at the black water, her tone devoid of emotion.
"It can weave dreams, weaving the most beautiful dreams in people's hearts."
But if one becomes lost in a dream, one will live forever and never wake up.
Her eyes were cold and clear, with a kind of indifference that came from having seen life and death and experienced joy and sorrow.
This expression made Xie Xingzheng feel uneasy again, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch her face.
Tang Yu turned her head away and asked calmly, "What did you see?"
"...It's nothing." Xie Xingzheng was slightly taken aback, seemingly calm, but his eyes were actually darting away.
Her ear tips turned slightly red, and she looked awkward and unnatural, no longer thinking about Tang Yu's unusual calmness.
"You saw me in your dream?"
Tang Yu looked at his profile and suddenly wanted to reach out and rub the tip of his ear.
Why……?
She looked down at her fair fingertips, and suddenly felt a little confused.
Saving Xie Xingzheng was a coincidence during their escape, and also because he was someone "Tang Yu" had once liked. But now, she should have long since lost any feelings of liking for him, and should have lost all desire for him.
She had deliberately avoided his touch, so why did she suddenly have the urge to touch him?
"Did you have any strange dreams?" Xie Xingzheng asked softly.
For some reason, although Tang Yu in front of him seemed a bit strange, he was absolutely certain that this was the real her.
Tang Yu lowered her eyes: "Those who are not obsessed with anything or greedy will not fall into an illusion."
The cave was dimly lit, and Xie Xingzheng did not realize the deeper meaning in her words.
"We need to leave first," Tang Yu said calmly.
She looked up into the darkness at several passageways leading to unknown destinations, calmly analyzing the possible paths to survival.
"bite--"
Suddenly, a very faint bell sound came from the darkness.
Tang Yu's face immediately turned pale, cold sweat slowly slid down her spine, and she was so dizzy that she could hardly stand.
The bell rang closer and closer, becoming more frequent, as if someone knew they were there and was therefore ringing it even more violently, urging them to meet their deaths.
Xie Xingzheng noticed that something was wrong with her and quickly reached out to help her. Just as he was about to take her away, he suddenly became alert.
From the shadows, a crossbow bolt pierced the air!
He pulled Tang Yu into his arms with a backhand motion, and then swiftly and accurately caught the incoming arrow!
The embrace was warm, the arms were strong, and the nose carried Xie Xingzheng's unique scent.
Tang Yu felt that some emotion was about to burst forth from the ground, but it was forcibly suppressed by the Dream Gu.
Before I could think further, a soft laugh broke the silence in the darkness.
The oil lamp was lit, its dim yellow light illuminating the cave walls and revealing that alluring yet sinister face—it was Yueying.
Tang Yu wasn't too surprised.
The illusion woven by the Enchanted Dream Gu amplifies the deepest desires in people's hearts. Even knowing it's fake, most people will continue to succumb and sink deeper into its clutches.
There are two types of people who can wake up on their own:
One type is the person who is emotionally detached, without desires or attachments.
Another type is the person with a firm will who is willing to give up everything for the goal they desire.
Yueying naturally belongs to the latter category.
Her unwavering goal was perhaps to kill herself with her own hands.
"Heh...not badly restored." Yueying emerged from the shadows, holding a lamp, her eyes charming and smiling, her lips slightly curved, as if she genuinely cared about her.
Xie Xingzheng immediately shielded Tang Yu behind him, his eyes as cold as a blade.
"You're very capable too," Tang Yu said quietly.
Although devoid of emotion, it was a genuine compliment.
Yueying chuckled and followed up, "Of course. I almost guessed you wouldn't agree to Yuexi's conditions. Even if you've already..."
She paused, glanced coldly at Xie Xingzheng, and a cruel smile curved her lips: "Yue Qimeng."
Xie Xingzheng stiffened, his expression suddenly turning cold and stern, but his determination to protect Tang Yu remained unchanged.
When his identity was revealed, Tang Yu only glanced at him sideways, then lowered her long eyelashes, her eyes remaining calm.
There was neither denial nor explanation.
However, the calm reactions of the two made Yueying's smile falter.
She barely suppressed her anger as she questioned, "Didn't you see? Her pupils are green!"
Before Xie Xingzheng could speak, Tang Yu said in a calm and composed tone, "I am from Southern Xinjiang, so my pupils are naturally green and my hair is brown."
Xie Xingzheng glanced back at her briefly, then simply nodded, accepting the offer quite naturally.
Yueying was so angry that her vision blurred, and she almost lost control and went up to slap them both.
"So she admits she's been lying to you all along!"
"I have never denied it either." Tang Yu said this, but stared straight at Xie Xingzheng's profile, a slight look of confusion in her eyes.
Tang Yu had considered telling him more than once. But she hesitated several times because of her fantasies, her friends' accusations, or the wariness in her beloved's eyes.
Unexpectedly, she was exposed in an unforeseen situation. She was now the rational "Yue Qimeng" who didn't care, and the other party's reaction was completely unexpected.
Tang Yu couldn't quite describe her emotions, but by the time she realized what was happening, she had already grasped Xie Xingzheng's calloused hand.
Xie Xingzheng simply returned the handshake, gently squeezing it with his fingertips, as if to comfort her.
Seeing the loving couple before her, Yueying found it all laughable and threw her head back, laughing maniacally.
"How can you still act like a normal person?!"
She stared at Tang Yu, the hatred in her eyes almost tangible. "You are now Yue Qimeng! A monster without feelings, one that no one will love!"
But the two of them completely ignored her.
A cold, indifferent disregard is more cruel than any words of retaliation, making Yueying appear like a clown.
Her laughter abruptly stopped, as if she had gone mad with anger. She narrowed her eyes, and a sinister smile slowly curved her lips.
"Tang Yu, what if I kill him now?"
She raised her hand and pointed at Xie Xingzheng, each word like poison: "Will you... be sad?"
[Author's Note]
Tang Yu: What exactly did you dream about?
Xie Xingzheng (daring not to utter a sound): ......
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