After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Wang Yinchuan's expression was light and her tone was casual. She raised her head and met Wang Baochuan's shocked eyes. "I know what you want to ask. You don't have to tell me. I know everything."

Those sparkling eyes seemed to contain a small world, obviously there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but Wang Baochuan was shocked!

Wang Baochuan's mind went blank. She thought that her vague words yesterday had covered up the matter, but she never expected that Wang Yinchuan would see through all the acting skills she thought she had concealed. She actually knew everything. It's just watching yourself clumsily lying!
The embroidery needle in Wang Baochuan's hand trembled, and her voice trembled, "Second Sister, do you really know everything?"

Under her nervous gaze, Wang Yinchuan nodded with a faint smile, "It's precisely for this reason that I came this time."

"I don't know the specific content of your dream, but I can guess a little bit. Gods can enter dreams, and ghosts can also enter dreams. You can be sure that it is really a fairy leaking the secret?"

The tone is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, and it can even be called tenderness, but when people listen to it, they only feel creepy, and their bodies are suddenly surrounded by a terrifying atmosphere.One word awakened the dreamer, originally Wang Baochuan had almost believed the words of the so-called fairy, but Wang Yinchuan's words brought her into a new guess.

Wang Baochuan opened his eyes wide!

That's right, not only gods have this ability, but other things also have it!
Although this kind of thought made her a little scared, it made her come out of the conviction.

Most of the so-called dreams in the history books are just to consolidate the regime of the person in power. I have never heard of any serious gods who deliberately entrusted dreams for the emotional entanglement between two people.

Wang Yinchuan hadn't finished speaking, "You don't need to pay too much attention to whether it's a god or a ghost. They all say that dreams are the opposite. If it's a god, he is generous and kind. Maybe it's to remind you to get rid of it quickly. If it’s something else, it’s even more unbelievable.”

"Besides, everyone is the master of their own destiny. Since you made up your mind yesterday to stop dealing with Xue Pinggui and have your own judgment, do you believe in your own judgment or an illusory dream?"

In Wang Yinchuan's eyes, there is an irresistible bewitchment, which makes it easy to be convinced.

Wang Baochuan said firmly, "I naturally believe in myself more!"

"That's right, it's just a dream, and we don't live in a dream. Besides, if those people really have any ability, why do they only dare to hide in the dream and dare not come out openly?"

Wang Baochuan nodded heavily, "Yes! If I really believed in fate and gave in easily, I wouldn't be so angry with my parents because I wanted to marry Xue Pinggui. I am not a person who believes in fate easily."

She raised her smiling face, and seeing the encouragement in Wang Yinchuan's eyes, she decided even more that the dream was nothing.

She said, "Don't worry, second sister, I will not be affected by that weird dream. From now on, I will have my own judgment in doing things."

Wang Yinchuan smiled and said, "Okay."

In order to let Wang Baochuan continue to pursue Xue Pinggui like a puppet and love Xue Pinggui, He did not hesitate to appear in Wang Baochuan's dream in person, then Wang Yinchuan would label him as an evil spirit, it was just a dream, if He really had control The power of the world has long obliterated her, a person beyond her established destiny.

However, she is not only living well now, but she can even drag Him who is in the dark directly to the stage and beat him up as a demon. Since Huineng and others regard her rebirth as an accident, wouldn’t it be a pity that she doesn’t do anything? ?

Wang Yinchuan's smile deepened a bit.

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Outside the city, in the cold kiln.

The two jars of wine Dai Zan brought were already empty, one jar was shattered into slag, splashed everywhere, and the other jar was crookedly lying on the ground, the leftovers on the table were in a mess, and the table was full of mess.

The ground was also very messy, the scattered clothes were mixed together, the moon white coarse cloth clothes were covered with soft light-colored gauze clothes, and shoes were thrown everywhere.

On the bed was a jade body, and under a quilt, two people embraced each other and slept.

Suddenly, a cock crowed outside.

This sound was very weird. The chicken might have a hoarse voice, but it stopped after a few short screams.

But the person on the bed was woken up, Dai-chan opened her eyelids, her face was not drunk, she just frowned, she seemed to have expected it, turned her head, and saw Xue Pinggui who was still sleeping soundly, Xue Pinggui He is a handsome man with eyelashes like a small fan. Even in his deep sleep, he still looks very elegant, upright and meticulous. His tall body is covered with a thin layer of muscles. He probably thinks he is drunk. The white skin is warm and warm, which makes people a little greedy.

Dai-chan glanced at it, stretched out her finger, and traced his sleeping face in the void, with a smile that was sure to win on her red lips, she said silently, "So what about Wang Baochuan, isn't he still my defeated opponent?" ?”

"Xue Lang, come back to Xiliang with me, where I will live in the most magnificent hall for you."

No one responded, Xue Pinggui was still asleep, but Dai-chan was very happy.

With her red lips raised, she raised her upper body, pressed a kiss on Xue Pinggui's lips, and got off the bed carefully. She picked up her clothes and dressed neatly. She turned around and left a letter she had written long ago on the pillow. .

She took another look at Xue Pinggui's sleeping face, turned around, and walked out of the thatched cottage without looking back.

Behind the hidden slope, Mier's eyes were red. The jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes seemed to rush out and tear everything apart, but he didn't. He looked at the humming and well-dressed Dai-chan who was walking towards this side. Zan, that slender and beautiful girl in a lavender dress, is the only bright color in this desolate and withered world.

All his emotions were caused by her, and she would not respond to any of his emotions, so he endured everything, before Dai-chan came to him, all the surging emotions were hidden in those pale eyes among.

Finally, when she came to him, he lowered his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, Your Majesty, please return home as soon as possible."

Dai-chan casually played with the withered grass in his hand, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes very quickly, "Understood. Are you my father's man or mine?"

"There are still three days, and I will leave."

She raised her head, but she didn't notice that he lowered his head at all, let alone the jealousy in his eyes.

He was like a dry grass that she plucked on a whim, not worth paying any attention at all.