Chapter 1 Feather's Dream

Early spring.

As usual, after he fell asleep, I slowly lifted the white veil tent and sat gently by his bed.

He fell asleep quietly, his closed eyes trembled slightly, and his slightly open lips exuded a kind of **. Only at this time will his world be defenseless. He has such a sweet face. I can't believe that he is the one in their eyes that no one can get close to half a step--

Magic? God? Demon? Or just a cursed mortal? I can't answer.

All I know is that in order to complete this final task after tonight, I can go to the master.

At this time, there was only him and me in the room, which was a little scary.

I can still smell the faint smell of blood on his hands. He has a pair of very beautiful hands, and his antique skin is desolate. Here, he is God, but even when he is asleep, his hands are clenched. What kind of uneasiness is that? I know he killed people again today, but I don't know how many.

I settled down, stretched out my slightly trembling hand, stopped above his forehead, and began to read the dream secret. In fact, I don't need to close my eyes, but I'm used to it. Perhaps only by cutting off my sight can I alleviate the fear in my heart.

When is people least defenseless? While in deep sleep.

So the master - Wu Yan - passed on my dream secret. The master said that in order to protect my safety, the time when the enemy is most vulnerable is when I am the strongest. However, I forgot to ask, if the other party is not an ordinary person, when is the weakest? How can I protect myself before or after waking up? When I remembered to ask, the master was about to leave.

Remember that the master's last sentence was: "Write these questions and put them at the head of the bed. When you wake up, I will tell you." At that time, I just nodded stupidly and looked at the back of the master who left in a hurry. Suddenly, I remembered that I didn't know a few words yet. How to write? Later, a very old gentleman came, who said he was a friend of the master, and he came to teach me how to write. Therefore, I practiced calligraphy very hard.

I thought that as long as I wrote the question and put it at the head of the bed, when I woke up again, the master would appear in front of me. However, when I woke up countless times, I didn't see my master again - Wu Yan.

So, so far, I don't know how to protect myself - before or after waking up.

Suddenly, a thick blood hit me. I felt a chill on my neck, and a warm current flowed down my neck to my heart. I opened my eyes in fear and saw a pair of cold eyes staring at me closely. I gasped and my hands trembled a lot. The sharp sword-like look forced me to cut off my sight again.

I told myself that it was an illusion. Close your eyes and you won't be afraid anymore.

This is the habit I have developed here in front of him.

It is said that no one has ever looked at him, and his eyes can kill people. It is said that no one can wake up from my dream mirror. But tonight, I don't know what went wrong. He woke up and I was alive. It's just that there is a heart-pating pain in my neck. His sword is ice and my blood is hot.

This is not an illusion. His sword is on my shoulder. For the first time, I smelled my own blood so clearly.

His soul-eating sword can absorb the soul, smell the breath of blood and find the soul. For the first time, I felt the piercing pain of being stripped of my soul when I was alive. The sweat on my forehead and the blood on my neck were mixed, and most of my light blue tulle skirt was dyed red.

I bit my lip, but my hand still floated over his forehead. The master said that it is easier to dream than to leave a dream. If there is a little rest, the dreamer will end up sleeping.

And I don't want to kill him. It's not my mission.

I still insist on reading the secret of leaving the dream and leaving his dream. It's just that tonight I think this formula is so long that I can see the end of my life. I think, am I stupid? Since he is awake and I can't read it, he won't end up sleeping.

At the moment I stopped, **'s body image untied some kind of confinement, and suddenly sat up, turned over, and pressed me tightly under my body. His murderous face hung in front of my eyes.

I suddenly realized that he really woke up this time.

If I was holding on a little bit just now, I'm afraid he is...

I am used to closing my eyes and asking in my heart, master, how can I protect myself after waking up?

I'm just a mortal.

The master said that he picked up a piece of white feather that accidentally fell gently on the earth, which should not be stained by the world. So, he took me away and gave me a name - Qingyu.

And the ability of a mortal is extremely limited.

I felt the warm body temperature coming from the wound on my neck. Under the breeze-like caress, the pain of the soul gradually faded. I have heard that the soul-eating sword can take the human soul from the invisible. As long as it is stained with the blood of the other party, only the owner of the sword can calm the greed.

"Is this the dream you want to weave for me?" There was a whisper in my ear. This is the first time I've heard his voice outside the dream mirror.

My body is a little trembling. Yes, what kind of dream do I want to give him? I can't remember it.

His breath stroked my cheeks. I felt that there was a hand on my lips without hesitation, and I shivered again. I dare not open my eyes. This is the habit I have developed in front of him. His hands were so close that I not only smelled the blood, but also seemed to hear the wailing of the wronged soul.

This is not the first time I have given an artificial dream, but it is the first time that someone can wake up from my dream.

Because no one could get close to him, they found me. My mission is to let him fall in love with a shadow and move his compassion in his dream.

I still remember that when he entered his dream for the first time, he was so undefenseful. They all thought he was a mortal, so he grew up like a mortal. Until one day, he was taken to the priestly temple that mortals have been revered with their lives, the temple with the highest power. He was only three years old at that time. Later, it was rumored that when he was six years old, he took the head of the first king and sat on the throne of the supreme ruler. Legend has it that he is of exiled royal blood, but he is destined to take back his own things - the supreme kingship. There are also legends that he is just a puppet supported by the priest's palace, not the blood of the royal family, but a pawn used by the priest's palace to defend his rights.

However, no matter what the original reason is, everyone has become his pawn now. Only those who have his faith can barely survive. Because of his cruelty and invincibleness, the struggle between the priest and the king has become more and more stable in this troubled situation for many years.

My first dream was to see the appearance of a mortal. I think, how can I make him remember me?

I don't practice Buddha, I don't cover the way, and I don't know how touching it is to turn into a stone bridge to let him step on it thousands of times, or turn into a tree, and the flowers all over the tree only bloom for him once. The only good lesson I have is to turn into a blue sky. Although it always exists with white clouds and colorful clouds, it is also a pleasant scenery. Therefore, in this dream, on the day he ascended the throne, I made a blue sky with a bright sunshine.

If the rumor of killing his father for the throne is true, I think he must be uneasy. And what I can do is to reduce these uneasiness, even if it is only a little bit, even in a dream. The day he remembered was supposed to be a storm. I resisted the rainstorm and set up a blue sky.

After this dream, I heard that their king slept more peacefully than before in the stormy night. I always like to wear blue, very light blue, just like the sky I gave him in my dream that day.

Maybe I make a living by dreaming. I always wander around. This makes me forget for a moment that tonight is a failed dream.

When I came to my senses and saw him gently brushing his sword, the whole silvery sword disappeared. When I half opened my mouth and wanted to say something, I blocked something back - it was a strange kiss, and he actually kissed me.

There is a dizziness in my mind. Is this the feeling? It's warm and slightly humid. It's so familiar that I seem to have returned to the second dream I made for him - my second dream is to make him familiar with the feeling of loving someone.

To love someone starts with feeling, get familiar with him and have a good impression, so that it is easy to have pity and love.

They didn't give me much time. I know that every time I sit alone in front of his bed, I carry a lot of people's heads. If you can give him a few warm kisses directly, I'm afraid things will go faster.

I think kissing is a sense of familiarity with each other, and it is not limited to form. So, I turned into one of his cups. Every time I endured the torment of hot water and the slight bitterness of tea, waiting for him to send me to my mouth, and every time, there was a burst of warmth in my heart. I think I fell in love with his lips, which is a place where I can't feel cold.

I don't know why I set my second dream in the days when he got married. Perhaps, on the wedding night, he should be the most relaxed time. What's more, his wife is so arrogant that he will never be cold.

That night, I stood not far from him and looked at him quietly like a teacup.

He is in **, with a strong smell of alcohol. It turns out that he will also get drunk. For a moment, I fantasized that I was the bride in red. Suddenly, I saw a dagger stabbing him in the chest. I rushed over without thinking too much.

I was broken and he woke up.

I think this bride is also unwilling to get married. He was angry, and the price of this anger was that he forcibly asked her.

I scattered it all over the ground. I thought he should be very relaxed on the wedding night. I have many opportunities to get close to him, let him relive my familiarity, and make him feel that my shadow is his dream lover.

Things don't always go as I wish. I left this dream mirror early.

But why does the sudden heartbreak in the dream feel so real?

"A dreamer cannot be disturbed by his own dream mirror." The master's words sounded heavily in his mind.

I woke up in shock. Tonight, this is not a dream. This is my real body, not the shadow pinched in the dream. And he is trying to open my lips strongly and domineeringly.

I bit him hard and stopped his kiss.

I opened my eyes tremblingly and looked directly at him, but I didn't know what to say? I'm a dreamer, aren't I? I ran to his bedroom in the middle of the night. Shouldn't it be me who is guilty?

It is said that no one has ever dared to look directly at him. Tonight, I have to look directly at these deep eyes at such a close distance, which are so deep that it can be suffocating. The outline of his eyes? I didn't call out the word "master".

I think this is my disaster.

The corners of his mouth bent up, and a cold smile hung on his beautiful face.

"In my dream, we seem to be very close, don't we?" He stared at me in a low voice.

I avoided his eyes and slowly spit out a few words: "This is my mission. Even if you kill me, I will..."

A cold wind cooled my whole body. I subconsciously found that he had untied my blue skirt, and his white skin appeared in front of him. My face turned red to my ears in an instant, and my heart began to beat wildly. I wanted to hold something, but both hands were clasped in one of his palms, and his other hand was patiently untied my belt.

"I won't kill you now. I'll fulfill you." For the first time, I saw an evil smile on his face.

It turns out that his smile is also warm. The short smile ended in his other deep kiss. This time, he kissed the knife mark on my neck. I don't know when the blood has frozen. I think my heart has stopped. Or, jump faster, so fast that I can't feel it anymore?

Yes, the third dream I gave him was a spring dream. A warm and fierce dream. However, he shouldn't have memories of me.

The master didn't teach me to make this kind of dream. Maybe I was too young when he left. Later, I found it in the book he left. He recorded that in all creatures with desire, lust often dominates. Especially ordinary people. They often indulge this desire extremely in their dreams. In the illusion mirror, they linger with the image of their hope and never forget to return. It's just a desire to satisfy, and it doesn't hurt the world.

To the depths of love, it is natural and natural, and the waterway is formed. To dream, you just need to create an image that they are satisfied with according to the wishes of the dream, without your own investment.

So, I chose that night, and after hundreds of rounds of fighting with the beast, let him remember that I saved him.

I took his consciousness as the guide again and made up a figure according to his desire from beginning to end. In his subconscious, he put a name "Linglan".

"My name is Linglan. Remember, I saved you, this kindness..."

"I will protect you well, Linglan." When he had that figure completely, he made a promise, Wang's promise.

When I left, I took away a lot of fragments of dreams, and the only thing left was this name - Ling Lan - and the lingering.

Maybe I didn't control the dream. Later, I always felt that his gentleness and so many familiar kisses that night seemed to fall on me - the kiss of the teacup in my memory, why are the feelings in and out of the dream so real?

Is it because my practice is not in place? Or did I really fall in love with him?

I'm the only one who saw the scars on his heart - the dream stealer?

But in any case, he shouldn't remember me. At least, there are some things that should not be remembered.

After the third dream, I think I succeeded in creating a dream lover for him.

Most people will feel inexplicable heartache when they see their dream lover. What they want is his heartache. But does his heart really hurt?

I should have been a great success. However, when I was about to leave, some people suddenly came and asked me to have one last dream. According to their words, my dream mirror really moved Wang, but they hoped that this love would be deeper.

I don't know why I took this mission. The master said that if you take over the mission, you will lose your life and complete it. Therefore, I came to him again with the mentality of winning or dying.

He woke up in his fourth dream!

At that time, my understanding of love was very vague. I only felt that he felt very comfortable and familiar with me. However, it is clear that the master must not want to see him pointing to me.

Thinking of the master, the melted reason suddenly came back. I don't know when the tightly clasped hand was loosened. He was immersed in the deep kiss given to me, but now I am much more sober.

Grandpa Wen taught me how to create things through the air. I hurriedly meditated in my heart, and the palm of my "hu" held something, and I looked sideways, ah! How to make a small spoon? I looked at the spoon, and I couldn't do it on his head. I tried to recall the spell that should have been recited again, and the fireflies came out. The fireflies looked at me pitifully and flew away. Then there is a flower that slowly withers?

"Ah! Grandpa, I want a dagger!!" I pushed him away and shouted with a gasp. I was about to suffocate in his gentle kiss.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

"Is that so?" He actually handed me a short bright dagger.

I grabbed it without saying a word and put it on my chest.

"Don't come here!" As I spoke, I tried to move my body back slowly.

He looked at me thoughtfully, gently raised his beautiful eyebrows, and his body slowly leaned over.

"There has never been a woman... um..." He looked me up and down again, and then said, "Girls will want to commit suicide in my **."

"I, did I say I wanted to commit suicide?" I argued with lack of confidence.

"Oh? Do you think you can... kill me?" He leaned over and stopped above me, showing an evil smile. There was a mysterious ** in his eyes. His long black hair naturally drooped down, and a few tweeds of hair touched my face, itchy. The chest exposed in the lower half of the black nightgown is really tempting.

I'd better commit suicide.

I pushed him away with all my strength and stabbed the dagger into my heart. I think I was going to die at that moment. If I disappear like this, will I end up like the master? Thinking of this, a sad tear actually fell down.

Ten years ago, the master left without a message. So far, the master has only accepted me as an apprentice, and only passed on a dream secret. For a long time, I could only silently inquire about the whereabouts of the master. Sometimes I think that maybe the master deliberately wants to accept a weak apprentice who can't make a big wave after he disappears. However, I just can't give up or don't want to give up. After so many years, I finally got the news that before the master disappeared, he came to the unknown city, the junction area between mortals and the demon world. So, I took over this mission without thinking about it.

I suddenly had a sense of victory. With my last breath, I opened my eyes and looked at him, with a proud smile on my face.

He actually looked at me calmly, as if he was appreciating his prey, and then said lightly, "Do you want me to save you? Or can't you save it?"

Then, he said to himself, "You tried your best to come to my dream and seduce me? Isn't that what you long for?"

I - speechless! I think he misunderstood a little. In my dream, I seduced him to do my duty.

His fingers gently slid across the corners of my eyes, and finally stopped on my lips, stroked them back and forth, and the warmth between his fingers spread all over my body. That feeling was so comfortable that I forgot that there was a dagger in my chest.

"After all, he is a mortal." His hand shook on my chest, and the dagger and blood stains suddenly disappeared.

How to blind the eyes?! - I almost fainted. My sad dying expression is probably ridiculous in his eyes.

However, when the knife was pierced, it really hurt.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I don't want your soul tonight." At the same time, I took care of the long hair in my ear.

I smelled a faint fragrance and fell asleep.