Sheng Lingyuan had a long dream.
Generally speaking, unless it is seriously injured, the master will not fall into deep sleep for too long. But I don't know if he was unfamiliar with the business of dreaming, or if the magic qi that had been evacuated in the bronze tripod did not make up for it. On this day, Shengyuan Yuan was suddenly out of control, and turned upside down for half a life in the chaos.
There is no coherent plot, he vaguely knows that he is trapped in a chaotic dream, but for a mont it seems like he has returned to the last ten years of his reign, feeling cold. The cold air leaked out from the cracks in the bones, and the tip of his nose seed to linger the sll of the fire of Abyss again. He couldn't help himself, his hands and feet were numb together, like a thread puppet, once again pushed by the era to the rolling magma, and once again jump……
Sheng Lingyuan awakened violently, and his eyes still had shocking blood. The bedside lamps, drinking glasses, mirrors, and glass windows around him were shattered at the sa ti, and the cold winter wind poured into the room.
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He hadn't returned to God himself, so he heard soone sizzle next, and then his hair was torn again-Xuan Yuan was not sleeping well, he covered himself in Sheng Lingyuan, and the quilt was squeezed by him Then, aggrieved in a ball at the foot of the bed. A big bed, he would not find a place to treat himself, he had to squeeze on others, Sheng Lingyuan's half of the shoulder was pressed by him unconscious, and his hair was too entangled with him ... When lying down, it was neat and tidy, and I didn't know how it was rubbed like this. No wonder the dream was cold and half-legged.
Xuan Yuan was awakened by the cold wind, and he just moved and let his hair back again. He raised his hand in a fascination, and the glass shards broken on the ground flew up, ssed up the window, and put the good glass window Resembling a kaleidoscope, he hooked back his cool quilt with his feet, propped himself up, and shake off the long hair wrapped around his neck.
Sheng Lingyuan's three thousand blue silk fell nowhere, so he slid into his pajamas like a stream of water, brushing over his chest, Xuan Yuan trembled uncontrollably, his back trembled with trembling, and woke up.
The sky is already bright, and the street lights have not been off. People who want to avoid the morning rush are already on the road. The lights outside the window are swept in from the slits of curtains lifted to the side by wind, which is different from the wind lights and candlelights in Sheng Lingyuan's mory. These lights It's more refreshing, vertical, not swaying or jumping. Although it is dazzling and uncomfortable, it is full of people.
Sheng Lingyuan lost his mind for a mont, and then the spirit returned to his place, rembering when and where he was.
By the way, he is at ... at ho.
After Sheng Lingyuan recovered his temperature and resud breathing, and was able to keep his awake ti a little longer, he refused to stay in a nursing ho. The sanitarium was as quiet as if it didn't eat fireworks on earth, and even the haze was not willing to float here, always reminding him of the empty and quiet Duling Palace. Sotis he was very patient and didn't care about anything, but when he thought it was unnecessary or simply didn't want to make things up, the waywardness used by the feudal monarchy ca out.
He said that he had to leave imdiately without explaining why. Everyone, including Huang Ju, was tense by him. Xuan Yuan was not born last month, but this one was a corpse last month. For the first ti, everyone felt the "unpredictable heart" of the live version-asking him what he said is good, and asking what needs to be improved, he only said it was not necessary-all good, everything changed, but just not living here, even He couldn't even stand up for a mont, so he could only use a wheelchair.
In the end, Xuan Yuan clapped, indicating that his Majesty was dissatisfied with his responsibility, and then he led Sheng Lingyuan back to Yongan's small apartnt with a group of worried eyes.
Anyway, the general direction of the Abyss event has been finalized. There will not be any important etings in a short ti, and there is no inconvenience for him to pass by.
This small apartnt is really a birdcage. It ’s stretched to put a large bed in the bedroom. When you open the window, you can see what you have for dinner next door. A new pair of puppets are moved upstairs. They fight every day. The puppies in their marriage have learned the details.
But he was still quite happy.
Sheng Lingyuan wants everything opposite to the Emperor Xiang Duling-even if it is narrow, crowded and noisy. In this way, when he woke up at midnight, he saw the slightly cracked ceiling for the first ti, knowing that Qianchen had turned the page.
Xuan Yuan felt his breath unstable, and reached out his hand, and he felt the cold sweat of one hand, and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Why isn't it? A headache?"
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to block the light that ca in through the window, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him for a while, then said slowly: "Oh ... nothing, I was surprised to see an unexpected guest in the middle of the night, startled ."
Xuanyuan's first reaction was: Who? where?
The second response was: fuck!
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and hooked him back, asking with a smile: "When did you sneak up here?"
The question ca because they had another fight the night before.
Strictly speaking, Xuan Ye was noisy. His Majesty did not turn back for the sake of family harmony. Unexpectedly, the Suzaku patriarch unilaterally turned himself into a flamingo, locked the door of the study, and set up a large one to be separated. Posture ... though it only lasted half a night.
The cause of this long-half-separation is still the broken thing in the bronze tripod—
Sheng Lingyuan had a lot of things to do, he had to wipe his hands, accidentally exposed his feet, and pretend to be dead, but the heart rate and temperature and the breath that had just recovered were not installed. He was like a broken battery board. "Twenty-four hours of charging, talking "Two minutes
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