My imagination has come true

The early morning sunlight passed through the curtains and covered Mu Qingyun's face with joy.

Her eyelashes trembled and she stretched out her hand to cover them, feeling a little annoyed.

Mu Qingyun didn't sleep well all night, and kept having various dreams.

In fact, she has always had nightmares in the past few years. Although she has never seen a psychiatrist, she has read psychology books for a long time and learned a lot of relevant knowledge, but none of them can convince her to use that knowledge to explain her nightmares. Dream.

It's not that it can't be explained. Mu Qingyun knew that according to psychological theories, everything in her dream could be explained. She could even write a paper of tens of thousands of words to explain it, but these theories could not convince her.

Last night, Mu Qingyun dreamed of Mr. Qiao.

Mr. Qiao's expression seems to be richer than it is now. He loves to laugh and always laughs before saying anything.

The two of them were sitting in an ancient but splendid hall, where birds were singing and dancing, and a grand banquet was being held.

The men, women and children in the singing and dancing are not like ordinary people, but like immortals, but more decadent and drunken.

Mu Qingyun remembered clearly that the smooth jade reflected her face, which looked nothing like hers. Her face was smooth and clean, with no pores visible, and her facial features were delicate and beautiful. She had never been so beautiful.

In the dream, she carried a wine glass through the sea of ​​people, walked up to a person with a blurry face, and whispered: "It seems that I won this round."

The man with a blurry face laughed, his voice was quite relaxed, and he didn't feel annoyed at all: "Yes, you win. Then when your body dies and your spirit returns to our star sea, we will play the next game. I will win the next game." You can’t.”

Many people around laughed heartily: "Okay, it's just a game, why are you so fussy about it? Come on, let's have a drink."

While the wine was in full swing, many people gathered around Mu Qingyun.

"Hey, Xiao Qingyun, it seems that in every game, you have to side with the primitive humans on this planet. Why? Just because you have half the blood of primitive humans?"

"I really don't understand what you think. Their lifespan is only more than 100 years at most. In 100 years, if we read a book, eat a meal, play a game, and have a little sleep, it will be over. Even if Even if we keep pets, we won’t keep such short-lived species.”

"Well, I think your idea is interesting and worth studying."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

In the past, Mu Qingyun could not remember much after waking up from a dream, but recently it seemed as if the fog had lifted, and his memory became clearer and clearer.

In the dream, she seemed to be one of those 'gods', playing a game with other gods using 'the fate of mankind' as a bet.

If she wins the game, mankind will have a peaceful and peaceful life; if she loses the game, mankind will face various disasters.

The banquet in the dream is still going on. Mu Qingyun and Qiao Qing have returned to the human world. This time, she is the winner in the game played by the gods, so the gods let go. Humans control their own destiny, and finally defeat the monsters and have a beautiful peace. .

She and Qiao Qing were both very happy. Month after month, year after year, time passed like water. On a certain day, she made a decision in an instant.

"I want this 'win' to last as long as possible."

When Mu Qingyun's physical body dies and his spirit, which is what people call his soul, returns, the game will start again, and the gods will once again play with human beings.

They take pleasure in tearing down mountains, cutting off rivers, and playing with humans like toys.

And next time, she may not win.

Mu Qingyun suddenly had a whim: "If I stay in the human world and reincarnate and don't return to the sea of ​​​​stars, then will this game not end?"

She also knew that this was a bit whimsical.

But even if it cannot last forever, a thousand years is enough for several generations to enjoy peace.

"..." The morning sun was so bright that Mu Qingyun, who woke up instantly, suddenly felt a little cold.

She got up from the bed, washed her face and brushed her teeth. It wasn't until she sat down in the cafeteria to eat that she finally calmed down and didn't have to think so much!

Even if her dream were true, and there really was such a group of 'gods' who could control the fate of all mankind, she would still have to live the rest of her life step by step and in a down-to-earth manner.

Mu Qingyun was nibbling the flower roll and sucking the soy milk. Just as he was enjoying the sweetness, he saw Qiao Qing entering the cafeteria door with a cold air all over her body.

The tiger sky in September made him enter late autumn in advance.

"Mr. Qiao, did we know each other a long time ago?"

Qiao Qing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why do you always call me Mr. Qiao?"

"Anyway, I haven't seen Boss Qiao objecting before."

Mu Qingyun sighed.

In her dream, she began reincarnation in the human world, but for some reason, the more she reincarnated, the thinner her life became and the more miserable her fate became.

In the beginning, she had a loving father and a filial mother, outstanding talents, and a smooth life. Later, every time she started the game, she had five disadvantages and three deficiencies, and she was bound to get one of them. After that, there were even more deficiencies.

She couldn't retain even a single bit of memory.

Mu Qingyun in the dream knew very well that if she continued like this, she wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Sooner or later, she would go astray, and all her years of planning would come to nothing.

Mu Qingyun took advantage of his lingering aura, memory and abilities to leave a lot of backup plans for his future self.

'The script comes true' is also one of the behind-the-scenes tricks.

Qiao Qing is the descendant of a wise man in the world. According to people's words at the time, he had an immortal connection and was lucky enough to make friends with gods and men who traveled around the world, and unexpectedly became immortal.

All kinds of thoughts were wandering in his mind for a long time. Mu Qingyun silently ate the flower roll and looked up at Mr. Qiao - according to the information obtained in the dream, Qiao Qing was probably his companion and had been protecting her.

But this guy is also mentally unstable, his memory can disappear at any time, and his immortality is not perfect. If he wants to live, he must have a guy with good fortune and fortune, who is willing to bear the price for him.

She guessed that the one who would bear the price should be Lou Fang?
No matter how many reincarnations there are, Lou Fang will always be the one to bear it.

No matter how many times he dreamed it, Mu Qingyun still felt it was ridiculous.

"I heard that Mr. Qiao has sent many doctors over. How is my senior brother's condition?"

Qiao Qing was silent for a while and then said with a smile: "Maybe in 20 years, maybe 30 years, maybe 100 years, he will come back naturally, so the temporary separation is nothing."

"Miss, I don't have much else, but I don't lack time. I have a long time to wait."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

At this moment, she felt that the Qiao Qing in front of her looked a bit like Mr. Qiao of her time.

"At the end of this year, the Ming Congress will award the Sky Blue Collective Special Merit Medal to our Baiyun Sect. At that time, the award ceremony will be held outside the Hero Tallinn in the imperial capital. It is appropriate for me, Brother Xiaolou, to be present."

Mu Qingyun laughed.

Qiao Qing laughed: "Yes."