Dreamland Guide

　　 The flowers bloom more and more, red, white, pink, and purple, intertwined into a painting. You can hear the sound of petals blooming, crouching, like the red lips on a woman's pink face.

　　 The pollen is blown everywhere by the wind, like a colorful autumn mist.

　　 Du Juan Mei smiled and said, "Does it smell good? Smell more!"

　　 "The poppies are really beautiful and smell very good, but unfortunately they are poisonous!" Aoki sighed.

"Knowing that it is poisonous, how many people can resist it?" Cuckoo hugged Aoki's neck, getting closer and closer, and the breath of talking has been sprayed on Aoki's face, "It can make you want to die, and Why care if it is poisonous or not!"

　　 "The medicine jar you have been soaking since childhood is full of opium, right?" Aoki also grabbed the cuckoo's waist, and the two fell into the flowers.

　　 "Hehe, guess what?"

　　 "Have you heard of Humen selling cigarettes?" Aoki asked suddenly.

"what?"

　　 "A historical story that tells you how to fight opium."

　　 "No one can resist the temptation of opium! Unless you don't touch it."

　　 "No, there is a way."

"what?"

　　 "Fire."

"what?"

　　 "When Humen sold cigarettes, Lin Zexu burned the opium with a torch."

　　 "Hehe, do you want to burn me too? Okay! I'm already burning, come on, hurry up..."

　　 However, amidst the fragrance, there is no uncoordinated, choking smell of smoke.

　　 She sniffed her nose and saw black smoke rising from the corner of the wooden building.

　　 She remembered the cigarette **** that Aoki had thrown out at random just now, and the trail of the meteor that struck the sky seemed to remain in the room of Xiaomulou.

　　 Dry leaves were blown in from the window by the wind, and gathered toward the corner, like moths leaping toward the flames.

　　The black and smoked place, the poppies are withering.

"on fire!"

　　 Cuckoo wants to get up to put out the fire. Once such a small wooden building is on fire, it will be impossible to escape.

　　 However, she is now being held tightly by Aoki, her four legs are entangled together, and she can't stand up if Aoki doesn't loosen it.

"Hey! It's really on fire!" Du Juan cried, "I didn't expect you to use this method to break my incense technique. This time you are great! Let go of me, and if you don't let go, we will be burned to death. !"

　　 Aoki looked at her with a grin: "Dying under the poppy, you are a ghost!"

"You!" Cuckoo struggled vigorously, but couldn't get rid of it. The two people were tightly wound like two snakes, "What are you doing, don't move! I surrender! Oh, no... let me go ..."

　　 Her body trembled, and pleasure and pain occurred at the same time. She obviously felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know why it was so.

　　 The black smoke gradually disappeared, it was because of the fire. The flame not only burned the dead leaves, but also the floors and walls of the small wooden building began to burn.

　　Everything here is flammable, there is nothing that can block the flame or put out the fire.

　　 There is still time to escape now!

　　 "Let go of me! If you want to be cool, I will make you cool when you go out! But don't choose such an extreme method, okay? I don't want to die with you." Du Juan even began to plead.

　　 "Who said I want to die with you?"

　　 Aoki's voice was lazy, and there was no anxiety at all to burn his eyebrows.

　　 Not right! Dujuan found that Aoki's voice did not come from himself.

　　 She looked up.

　　 The man with the chicken head was standing not far in front of him, with his hands in his trouser pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked at her with a smile.

　　 is full of raging flames.

　　 Dujuan saw Aoki's old windbreaker under the impact of the flame heat, expanding backwards, like an inflated hot air balloon.

　　 And this **** man actually had the mind to pretend to be in the fire, slowly tilted his head and stretched out the smoke in his mouth to the side, and lit a cigarette with a fire that was as high as a person.

　　What kind of person is this!

　　 Du Juan suddenly remembered that he was under him? Isn't he being **** with himself?

　　 She lowered her head to see the man below her with his eyes closed, looking enjoyment. She looked up again, and the two men were exactly the same. But she already knew that the one standing there pretending to be the real one.

　　 Then who is this?

　　 Cuckoo's chest was undulating violently. Although he was lying there, his chest was as uncomfortable as a large rock. She wanted to move, but the man under her was entangled with her too tightly, as if being entangled by a python.

　　 She feels difficult to breathe and can't even move her fingers.

　　 What a long-lost familiar feeling!

　　 Dujuan remembered that when she was young, every time she fell asleep in the medicine jar, it would be like this, and she couldn't move. Then she saw the master coming, sat next to her, and told her that she was dreaming.

　　 At the beginning, she was always terrified. Because of fear, she woke up from her sleep and often splashed a pot of potion everywhere.

　　 How many years have passed! She thought she would never be trapped in a dream again, and never knew she was dreaming when she would never dream again. She is a sober person. Master said that people like her are called awakened ones.

　　 She grew up so much, except for the master, she had only met one awakened person-that man captured her heart as soon as she appeared, even though she was only thirteen years old at that time.

　　 She tried to use her girly body and unique fragrance to charm the handsome man, but she failed. The man named Situ seemed to be immune to all her methods.

　　Master said that Situ has reached the point of controlling group consciousness, and may be the most powerful of the few awakened people left in the world.

　　 After so many years, Dujuan has always wanted to try again, is that man really immune to everything about her, even if she treats him sincerely, not just dreams.

　　 Now, there is another man, a man who is difficult to conquer.

　　 She knew that everything just now might be fake. She didn't hypnotize the man, but was hypnotized by him. She didn't know what method he used and when he did it.

　　 Now, she is at the critical moment of her nightmare, and there is a trace of clarity in her mind.

　　 won't let you succeed!

　　 Relax, relax... Relax again~www.readwn.com~ Dujuan kept suggesting herself, slowly slowing down her breathing and controlling the rhythm, and then her consciousness finally returned to clarity.

　　 For a truly awakened person like her, of course, she will not be as flustered and overwhelmed as those who have just entered the lucid dream. After the nightmare is over, she immediately emptied her consciousness, got rid of the dream, and walked back to reality.

　　 The people under her suddenly disappeared. She slammed to the floor, and her chin knocked on the ground. There was some pain.

　　 It's okay, this is real pain. The proof is already awake.

The poppies and vines around 　　 are also gone.

　　 But why is the flame around it real? The fire is burning! Xiao Mu Lou was almost unable to support it.

　　 That **** chicken cootou is still there smoking a cigarette and pretending to be forced.

"I didn't expect you to use this method to destroy my incense technique! You are good!" Dujuan jumped up from the ground, because there is really nothing to protect, so I can only bite the bullet and rush out, "You are really good." Are you afraid of being burned to death?"

　　 She walked through the wooden building, jumped out from the window behind, patted the flames from the burnt locks of hair with her hand, and fled at a high speed.

　　 The small wooden building behind him collapsed in the fire, and countless sparks shot up into the sky.

Dujuan stopped and turned around to look, snorted coldly, and muttered to himself: "Only a fool can use fire to burn this way! What if you break my dream-stimulating technique? Isn't it burning yourself? died!"

　　 As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a figure walking out of the ruins of the burning small building.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his trouser pockets, two or three ignited seedlings on the head of the chicken coop, the old windbreaker was swayed by the heat, and the old windbreaker was slamming, and the pull board under his feet stepped on the path of the back mountain, kicking and kicking. Ground sound...