Chapter 2029 Then You Will Expire

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"Cough, elder sister Bailong doesn't need to worry too much." Song Shuhang coughed softly and said, "Even if the Sixteen does not have a place to enter the Gal Holy Mountain Trial, it is not a one-off version of Senior White's 'Broken Little Black House Edition'. Flying sword."

Su Clan's Sixteen looked up at Sister Bai Long and said, "Besides, if you want to pump energy, shouldn't you be pumping Sister Bai Long with your power?"

Song Shuhang nodded in agreement and said, "After all, Sister Bailong, you are the real dragon."

Sister Bai Long was silent.

She looked down at Song Shuhang and stared at him for a while.

In the end, she shook her head gently and sighed: "Sure enough, it's very tiring to communicate with a young man like you who has sharpened his sword for ten years and has never tried Frostblade. It creates opportunities for you, but you can't grasp it. ." - I assisted you, and you actually wanted to stab me with your tentacles?

Song Shuhang: "???"

I always felt that Elder Sister Bai Long was taunting him.

squeak~

At this time, the door was pushed open again.

"It's so late, you two still haven't rested? Can't you sleep?" Senior White came in with an empty kettle and handed it to Song Shuhang.

After Song Shuhang took the empty kettle, he naturally sent it to the core world's 'Living Spring', filled it with water, took it out, and handed it to Senior White, saying, "I just finished my work."

"I saw that the lights in Shuhang's room were still on, so I'll come over to have a look." Su Clan's Sixteen replied.

"Since you haven't slept yet, then I invite you to drink tea. I bought the scented tea when I was shopping in the animal cultivation world at noon. After drinking this tea, it can enhance the quality of sleep, and the effect is very good." Senior White smiled.

In the pavilion under the moon.

Senior White began to boil water and make tea.

Senior Turtle, Lady Onion, Su Clan's Sixteen, and Song Shuhang sat in a row.

I don't know what kind of flower the white tea is made of, it's very fragrant.

After Song Shuhang drank a cup, his eyelids became heavy.

After another drink, I fell asleep after drinking.

In a daze, Song Shuhang dreamed of a familiar scene again.

It was a world of pure white clouds.

Song Shuhang walked among the clouds, like stepping on cotton.

In front of him, a figure was leading the way, and he followed.

While walking, the figure in front suddenly turned around.

Confucian saints!

The eyes of the saint are as bright as the rising sun.

Song Shuhang felt a faint pain in his waist when he saw the familiar Saint Jin Hanging—he had studied it, and it was likely to be pregnancy waist pain.

What surprise will the saint bring him this time?

After studying spiders with three eyes and double pupils, does the saint have to study flies this time?

But unexpectedly, the saint in the dream did not talk about the topic of 'eyes', but asked aloud: "Do you know Yuan Ying?"

"I know, in the realm of the seventh-rank Venerable, the Lotus on the Lotus was born into the Nascent Soul." Song Shuhang replied.

"Wrong." The sage's eyes were bright and bright: "If you don't experience pregnancy, where would you come from Nascent Soul?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

After a big detour, is the topic still going to return to the 'pregnancy gaze'?

Routines, these are routines.

"No pregnancy and no baby, do you realize it?" The saint's eyes shone brightly.

knock! It is a strong identification technique!

Song Shuhang was startled, and a coolness came from his consciousness, and he woke up from the dream.

"Fortunately it was a dream, fortunately it was a dream." Song Shuhang murmured.

While speaking, he suddenly found that his consciousness was still floating in the sky.

The dream... doesn't seem to be over yet?

Serial dreams? A dream within a dream?

No chance to log out at all.

in a dream.

His consciousness fluttered, and finally drifted to a building he was familiar with - it was his former alma mater, a teaching building of Wenzhou No. 2 Middle School.

In this teaching building, the students listened carefully.

On the podium, there is a teacher who is both familiar and unfamiliar, teaching the knowledge of life to the students.

Include - the process of conception and the birth of a baby.

After all, still pregnant.

Song Shuhang: "..."

this nightmare,

It's over, isn't it?

【It's not over yet! Why do you, a big man, dream over and over about 'pregnancy'! 】A delicate voice said dissatisfiedly.

Song Shuhang: "???"

who?

Is this someone influencing his dream?

I said, why did I suddenly start having nightmares related to 'pregnancy', it turned out that someone was secretly messing with me.

Now that you know that someone is making trouble, it's easy to solve.

Dream and spiritual aspects are Song Shuhang's strengths.

Let’s not talk about the innate ability of dreaming.

Whether it is the meritorious snake beauty, the good fortune fairy, or the black-skinned feather soft child, the heart demon Chixiao sword, all have the ability to target the 'dream' or resist the dream.

"The True Self Meditation Sutra!" Song Shuhang took the initiative to open his 'consciousness space'.

A vast space of consciousness opens up.

[By the way, I haven't paid attention to my true self for a while, I don't know what the state of my true self has become now? 】 Song Shuhang sacrificed his 'true self'.

During this period of time, he was possessed by a Confucian saint, so how could he have acquired some Confucian temperament?

Soon, the 'real self' emerged in the consciousness space.

This time, Song Shuhang actually guessed right - his true self was indeed influenced by Confucian saints.

For example, on the top of my head, that Confucian-style scarf!

Look further down...

Below is gone.

The real me is the same as the main body, only a bachelor's head is suspended in the air, and it also exudes a pitch-black metallic luster.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to look at his true self.

Fairy Fortune appeared, she reached out to touch Song Shuhang's true self, and sang, "I~ Song~ Ah'Dai~ Use your tongue~"

The beauty of the meritorious snake said: "In the void, one stroke at a time."

After thinking for a while, Soft Feather Hei Pi Yu added: "Writing a miserable character?"

"Misery." Song Shuhang did not refute.

"Stop it, who is the guy who affects your dreams?" Heart Demon Chi Xiaojian asked aloud.

As an orthodox inner demon, it did not sense that someone was secretly affecting Song Shuhang's dream from beginning to end.

The meritorious snake beauty is the light of merit, and has not received the alert of spiritual attack.

"Come out." Song Shuhang turned his head.

I saw that in the consciousness space, a figure was forcibly ingested by Song Shuhang and condensed into shape.

Short shoulder-length hair, a pretty little face, and well-trimmed eyebrows.

It is the grown-up version of Sixteen.

"It's you?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes.

He really didn't expect that it would be her who would affect his dreams.

Opposite, Big Sixteen looked back at Song Shuhang calmly.

"Tell me, who are you, and why do you want to affect my dreams?" Song Shuhang shook his hair and threw the symbol of the Confucian aura, Lunji, which he finally stuck to, flying out.

A magic hair is flying.

"I'm... Su Clan's Shi." The Sixteenth replied slowly.

"She's lying." Soft Feather Heipi affirmed.

"Six." Big Sixteen stuck for a long time before spit out the last word.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Heart Demon Chi Xiaojian stared at Big Sixteen and said solemnly: "If you are Su Clan's Sixteen... then you must have expired." Reading, a better reading experience.