There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the sixth piece: (5)

Reincarnation?

No, it's not like that.

"She is not in reincarnation."

The Emperor of Heaven was taken aback: "Who are you talking about?"

"The person of my dream." Yuanzhi Shenjun said softly. "If I have entered reincarnation, I will not have obsessions."

The emperor sighed: "Whether she is in reincarnation or not, this is your dream alone. The person in the dream doesn't know that he is in the dream, but the awake person wants to sleep, Yuanzhi Shenjun, you must always remember your own Your identity is different from a mortal." How can Yinghuo compete with the sun and the moon? Whether you are a **** or a mortal, you should recognize your identity.

Yes, as the Emperor said, this is just a dream, a dream in which only he knows that he is in it. It may be very important to Yuanzhi Shenjun, but the Emperor of Heaven has long forgotten what happened ten thousand years ago—compared to an ancient **** who crossed the calamity, the life and death of a mortal is too unimportant and unimportant.

So he couldn't solve the puzzles for Yuanzhi Shenjun either.

Shenjun Yuan Zhi left from the Emperor of Heaven and returned to Heaven. He lived here for a long, long time. For a long time, he would forget what time is, but for the first time he felt lonely and difficult. He always felt that there should be an extra cradle beside him. There should be a child in the cradle. A big dog was lying on the side of the cradle. A smiling and beautiful woman stared at him, waiting for him to come back, looking forward to it.

Just like the kind of admiration that even his heart was burned together, it made Yuanzhi Shenjun's heart beat faster, and it also made him worry about gains and losses.

He actually longed to fall asleep, because only in a dream can he see the person he wants to see. Linglong, Linglong, what entanglement have you and I have ever had that made me miss you because of a dream? If I had loved a woman like you when I was a human, how could I easily forget it?

This time, when Yuanzhi Shenjun entered the dream world again, he almost ran towards the wooden house without even thinking about it. He didn't want to waste a minute and a second. When he met Linglong who came to look for him on the road, he finally obeyed his heart and hugged her tightly in his arms. Linglong was very surprised. Her two small hands were weakly open behind him, and she grabbed two hands of air. After feeling the trembling of Yuanzhi Shenjun, she gently stroked his back and patted him twice. "My husband, what's the matter? You are not in good health, but don't stay outside for too long. Let's go home."

"Okay." Yuan Zhi Shenjun's voice was a bit hoarse. Compared with the length of his life in Tianwaitian, every dream was so short, and he didn't think about anything when it was short. However, even as a god, he can't control whether he wants to dream or not, and he can't control the things in his dreams—the dreams of immortals, which are different from those of mortals. In ancient times, there was a fairy dreaming of Taoyuan, who was fascinated by Taoyuan, and his obsession was too deep to make Taoyuan come true. Will Linglong come true one day? "I miss you so much."

Linglong chuckled slightly, her cheeks flushed slightly. "What did the husband say? It's only an hour after we've been apart, so where are these thoughts coming from?"

No, you don't know that we have been apart for a long, long time, and I don't want to wait anymore for a long time. At every moment outside the sky, he missed everything in his dreams. "We go home."

When they returned home together, everything was like the dream Yuanzhi Shenjun had for the first time. There was no change in the slightest, even the broken golden sun shining through the shadows of the mottled trees remained the same. But he didn't care about this anymore. He felt that if Linglong was by his side, the world in his dream would remain unchanged, and he would not be willing to leave.

Linglong bent over and picked up Yan'er in the cradle. The mother and son were having fun under the tree. Shenjun Yuanzhi sat aside and watched quietly. They were so cute. He didn't want to look away from them for a second.

Later, Linglong took out a wooden comb from the room to tie his hair, her slender fingers gently shuttled between his hair, Yuan Zhi Shenjun suddenly felt drowsy, and he showed a faint smile uncontrollably.

The tenderness on Linglong's face gradually faded as he fell asleep, and finally disappeared without a trace. She glanced indifferently at the sleeping **** under the tree, and a scornful smile was contemptuous at the corner of her mouth.

God?

What it is.

As long as she wants, she can swallow the world.

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Yuan Zhi Shenjun seemed to have another dream.

He began to wonder whether he was in reality or in a dream, was it a dream in a dream, or did he have a dream again?

It's Linglong.

And Yan'er.

In addition, he also saw another person, who was exactly the same as him in life, with a slender figure and a cold expression. The sky in this dream was pitch black, and the branches of the old tree also seemed extremely quiet because of the lack of wind. The dark night is like a huge mouth, which can magnify the deepest fear and anxiety in people's hearts. The black wind was high at night, and the old trees finally began to sway their branches and leaves, making rustling noises, the creek behind the wooden house, the flowers beside the wooden house, and the other self who opened the door and walked in.

Holding a sword in his hand.

Like a puppet, he went straight into the house. Shenjun Yuanzhi had a splitting headache. He really didn't know why this dream was so real. The tip of his nose seemed to smell of blood, and the sword in his hand seemed to be heavy, making him hard to stay through the night.

The old tree trembled more severely, and the sky flashed with thunder. This thunder is really scary. When it smashed down, the ground cracked a deep hole-revealing an unfathomable gully, where there seemed to be countless big mouths of blood. Waiting to devour human flesh and blood. The creek was soaring, and the dark courtyard was hit by lightning. Shenjun Yuanzhi saw that he walked out, the tip of the sword was dripping with sticky blood.

"Sovereign Yuanzhi, the avenue has been proved, and it must be returned to the Heavenly Palace."

This voice was so familiar, he had only seen it not long ago-the Emperor of Heaven.

The emperor personally took it, and the **** of welcoming the law returned to the outer sky. After that, the **** sever all the distracting thoughts, without roots and desires, and cut off love and love, in order to show justice.

"Husband, husband?"

Shenjun Yuanzhi woke up and saw the exquisite and gentle face. She patted his face worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you wake up? It's all night. Come in, it's cold outside. ."

He stood up a little confused, and felt that this moonless night was very familiar, just like the dream of his murder. So, who was killed? Shenjun Yuanzhi was almost going crazy, the exquisite wrist he was grasping was hurting, what kind of dream was this? Why does he have such a dream?

Rao Shi Yuanzhi Shenjun didn't want to sleep anymore, and in the middle of the night, he still couldn't control his drowsiness.

After waking up, he couldn't stop trembling. The Wannian Tree shook its leaves and remained silent. Shenjun Yuanzhi stood up and walked away from the tree panting. He wondered why he had been dreaming.

Wannian tree.

This tree grew out 10,000 years ago. If you look carefully, there are still traces of thunder and lightning on its branches.

This is the tree in that "home".

No wonder he fell asleep under the tree. The **** of Yuanzhi was struck by lightning. He felt as if something was about to come out. Finally, he slowly approached the tree-this is not the only 10,000-year tree in Tiangong, but it is the only one without a tree spirit. Sovereign Yuan Zhi has always thought so for those who have not opened up. But it doesn't seem to be the case right now, his lips moved, and he asked, "What's the matter with that dream?"

There was wind blowing from the sky, and the branches and leaves of the Ten Thousand Years Tree rustled in the wind. After a long time, it replied: "The gods should know better than me. I am just a tree."

Shenjun Yuanzhi couldn't remember anything.

"Ten thousand years ago, I was just an ordinary small tree, growing by a small stream, and later transplanted to a woman's house." The voice of the Wannian tree was very old, like an old man who was dying in his old age. "The woman was very kind to me, catching insects, watering, pruning and fertilizing me, because of that feng shui treasure land, I quickly repaired my spiritual wisdom. Later."

Yuanzhi Shenjun's breath is disordered.

"The woman suddenly became a relative. She has a husband and a child. She is so happy, and I feel very happy when she is happy."

"It's a pity that her husband is a goddess descending to the earth, and he is going to go back to the Heavenly Palace anyway. How can the avenue prove it? The only way is to stop feeling unsympathetic."

"Pity the woman who waited for her husband who didn't return all night, waiting for a heart-piercing ending."

"The child was just a few months old, healthy and lovely, and eventually died together."

"How can there be such a cruel method of proof in the world? You have to kill your wives and sons to perfect yourself."

"It's a pity that I don't remember what happened later, because I was smashed into pieces by that divine thunder."

"But how lucky I am, before that **** prince forgets the fate of the world, a seed of mine was hooked in his clothes."

"It's really a way for one person, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

"It's a pity that I was ascended to the sky, but killed his wife and children. The gods have forgotten the old things, but my old tree still remembers."

So when the girl appeared and let it do something, Wannianshu almost agreed without hesitation. Why do innocent people die tragically, and the gods forget the fate, these gods still take it for granted? Why is the life of a mortal like an ant? Killing wives and sons to prove the avenue, is there such a saying in the world? Who stipulated this?

After speaking these last words, the 10,000-year tree died.

Its soul will be the food of the girl as the price for the gods to fall into their dreams. Heaven and eternal life, but before the Wannian tree dies, what I miss most is that she was still a small sapling that year, and the woman gently stroked her branches and leaves, catching insects for herself.

The grass and trees are still sentimental, how can the gods kill their wives?

Is it true that sever love is justice and the great way? How to be worthy of the person who was in vain, how to be worthy of the gloomy and dark night of thunder and lightning, it desperately used the power of the wind to shake the branches and leaves, and wanted her to escape.

The vegetation is still interested.

God does not?