Ark, they don't revolve around you

For some reason, Zhuang Ning would occasionally break into her dreams. It was a very mysterious thing, and it seemed that neither party involved could control it.

But this is not a bad thing. Ling is quite sincere to the occasional visitor. Later, when Zhuang Ning and Nian get along well, they have more topics to talk about in their dreams, and Ling will reveal some secrets about Nian.

Generally speaking, Shi Ling and Zhuang Ning were just ordinary close friends until a year ago when he came to Shang Shu.

Shangshu is Zhuang Ning’s last stop in Dayan. He wants to see this friend who has supported him several times in his dreams, this immortal-like existence.

He didn't have to wait long on the mountain before Ling opened the way for her.

To this day, Ling still feels his fatigue, as if he had just suffered a serious illness, like a dog away from home.

He sat down and put down his backpack, and Ling joked, "Doctor, you were so busy before, how did you have the time to go on a picnic alone?"

"You need to take a break after a busy day, right?" Zhuang Ning took out the heater. "It's still a little cold on the mountain."

He looked at the scenery below the mountain and said, "It would be better if you could live lower. It's too dangerous to climb here. I really thought I was going to die several times."

"Isn't the difficulty of Shangshu due to its danger? But nowadays, it is different from the past. There are safer ropeways. In ancient times, people could really die here."

They chatted casually until the topic came to Xi.

After hearing Xi was unwilling to open the door, even Ling frowned: "My little sister is just too stubborn."

"But this is Xi, right?" Zhuang Ning didn't mind too much, and murmured, "But I came here partly for this matter. I felt the giant beast's gaze, so it shouldn't be just an illusion caused by working too long."

"Of course not. How can an illusion be so realistic?" Ling thought hard, then smiled and said, "It's about the Sui Beast. It's dangerous after all. Why don't I help you explore your dreams? Dreams are a manifestation of human subconsciousness. If the residual soul of the Sui Beast is entrenched in your brain, it can only be dormant in dreams."

"You want to help me?" Zhuang Ning blinked, "Will it cost you anything?"

"Yes, I will give you 100 taels of pure gold." Ling waved his hand, "This is a small business, so I won't sell on credit."

"One hundred taels of pure gold is still a small business?" Zhuang Ning complained in his heart, but he knew that Ling did not mean that.

"Just kidding. Just bring some wine when the time comes. The exotic atmosphere is also unique." Ling smiled and waved his hand.

That's when.

——If you didn’t see that dream, perhaps nothing would have happened and your spiritual heart would not have been damaged.

Nightmare.

The damn nightmare made her suddenly realize that what just happened was not a memory but a dream. She wanted to wake up, but it was difficult to do so.

Again.

It always starts like this. Does I have to show me the smile he had at that time?

Realizing that she was in a dream, Ling felt a pain in her chest for the first time. In the darkness, she saw a pair of burning eyes, as majestic as the sun, looking down at her and sneering coldly.

This was what she had seen a year ago. A ray of the spirit of the 18-year-old was indeed lodged in Zhuang Ning's mind.

Ling should not have rashly entered Zhuang Ning's dream. At that time, Sui was still weak and could only vaguely hide in Zhuang Ning's consciousness, and even Xi could not notice it. If Ling had not taken the initiative to step into the territory, Sui could not interfere with her.

But everything happened just like that, accidents, misunderstandings, everything has become a past that can never be looked back.

Ling was confident when she saw Sui, because Sui was just a remnant of the past, and she knew dreams well.

——But you shouldn't be so arrogant.

The thought of regret spread, and Ling's mouth in the dream couldn't help but move. As always, she lost control of her body and could only act out the fixed past: "Years old?"

"Heh." Sui mocked, "Who are you and why do you have my scent?"

"You are the most powerful beast in Da Yan. Have you fallen to the point of invading mortal consciousness?" Ling raised his wine cup with a rare hint of sadness. The consciousness of this Sui Beast was indeed weak, but when He was born, it meant that the return of Sui Piece was inevitable. This was not a good omen.

"I see." The giant dragon narrowed his eyes, "You are my fragment."

"You are all my clones, my offspring. In the chaos that I gave birth to, twelve beings actually gave different answers to the question I asked."

Ling chuckled: "Perhaps, you are our master, but we don't want to return to you."

"Why resist?"

“You should ask, who wants to die!”

There was a ray of light like sparks in the wine cup, which was as dim as a firefly compared to Sui's eyes. Sui couldn't help but mock: "Do you think you can drive me away? I am weak, but that doesn't mean you are strong, my child."

——Stop.

A voice said, and I realized it was the fear deep in my heart, stop, end this nightmare.

But the nightmare will not change according to her will, the nightmare will continue.

It was a dream that seemed like she could never wake up from. The remaining consciousness showed Ling her whole life. She saw the smoke of gunpowder in Yumen, the poetry gatherings in the south of the Yangtze River, the prosperity of the capital, and the tranquility of Shangshu.

Those scenes were all distorted like torn canvases. Sui despised his own fragments in this way, and Ling, who claimed to have no flaws in his heart, was cruelly created with loopholes and brutally crushed his spirit.

Even Si Suitai didn't know that Sui first awakened in Ling and it has never stopped since a year ago!

These fantasies were almost as real as the death battle at Yumen. The soldiers held their anger towards Ling until their death. At the poetry gathering in Gouwu, the self-righteous scholars mocked him coldly. The people of Shangshu tried to kill Ling like crazy...

Do you feel free?

Do you think this is comfortable?

No.

no!

Everything you have is just a castle in the air. What you think is free and easy is just an illusion you see again and again. The 6-year-old consciousness is watching her in the dark, intending to order her to give her body to him by destroying her spirit.

As for Ling, she was very calm from the beginning. She was ridiculous. These were just dreams after all. But when it came to dreams, there was no one in the whole of Da Yan who was more authoritative than her, right? Although Ling could not control the direction of this dream, accepting it was also her strong point.

——More importantly, there is a doctor in this dream.

That figure appears in every past event. He inexplicably breaks into this dream and tries his best to wake the girl up.

So during the battle of Yumen, when he was surrounded by soldiers, Zhuang Ning would hold Ling's hand and run away.

When they arrived in Gouwu, the imperial court began to issue decrees to hunt down the remnants of the Sui Beast. Zhuang Ning then disguised himself as a merchant and continued to escape with the decree.

In the capital, Ling said he wanted to confront the emperor face to face, and he obeyed.

But the more he expressed such meaning, the more ridiculous it seemed to Ling, because it was just a dream, and the best way to defeat someone was to create a support.

Suiyuan was much more cunning than she thought, and created a fake doctor to deceive her into relying on him.

She saw through it. No matter how kind and sincere Zhuang Ning was to her, she sneered at him. The dream constructed by him was indeed real, like a cage, but she could always find flaws.

The man climbed up the eighteenth peak of Shangshu breathlessly. When he reached the top, he looked back and smiled at Ling: "This will end the dream, right?"

"Yeah." Ling hugged him quietly, "Yes, thank you."

Zhuang Ning didn't refuse and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is still a way to go back. If you really stay in the dream, I will become a sinner."

Ling smiled: "So, how did you realize something was wrong, and how did you sneak into my dream?"

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? You sneaked into my dream to help me clean up the New Year. This is my dream, of course I can sneak into it."

"Then how do you stay awake?"

"I don't know either. It may have something to do with age."

"Well, there are no flaws." Ling's voice became colder. "It's because there are no flaws that it's suspicious."

Zhuang Ning's eyes widened.

A sword was thrust into him, and he heard a cold whisper: "But you are not real, you are fake, a phantom."

"——The way I said to go back is to kill you."

——Why can’t this nightmare end soon?

Ling did not allow herself to look at the doctor's incredulous expression: "Your appearance is too coincidental, doctor...you always try to save me and defend me." She drew her sword and stabbed again, "Because you are 30 years old, you want to build a cage for me."

"But I don't mind. Even without you, I won't mind, 20. Do you hear me?"

"I am... years old?" Zhuang Ning lowered his head.

If this was really a realistic world, his pain was infinitely close: "Am I fake?"

"Do you really think so?" He seemed to beg, "Can you be clear about something? I only helped you because you didn't wake up. I think it's my fault that you got tricked."

"I'm here to save you." He covered his wound, bleeding profusely, and roared with all his might, "I...I..."

He wanted to curse, but he lowered his head and looked at himself: "...Ha."

The laughter gradually echoed.

"Yeah, I should have known that earlier." His face turned pale, and he vomited blood while laughing. "What a fucking rubbish dream."

"You are a banished immortal from heaven. You don't need mortals to save you, and you don't need me either." His voice became weaker and weaker. "Damn it... I thought it was my fault... No, I was wrong. I thought we had a good relationship, but it turned out to be all fake."

"Are you listening, 20?" He whispered, "I admit defeat. I'm leaving this dream. From now on, you can do whatever you want. She has nothing to do with me anymore. You win."

Chapter 13 Everything is fake!

The dream began to show cracks, like broken glass, and the lines continued to spread and extend to the end.

wake up.

Ling Zaimeng is indeed a master in this regard, and she has resolved the shackles imposed on her by age in the most subtle way.

But Ling gradually became dazed, as if he had guessed something, and fear crept into his heart bit by bit.

Like a python devouring its prey, it only showed its fangs at this age, hidden deep behind the scenes.

"PhD."

...You are, really.

Before Ling could open his lips, his consciousness sank. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the mountain of Shangshu. The sky above his head was as dark as ink, and the stars were shining like light.

The dazzling starlight fell into her eyes, so blinding that it seemed to her that she had not seen such a starry sky for a long time.

Ling felt a little weight on his shoulders. They were like a pair of good lovers, relying on each other. Perhaps the biggest difference was that the man was resting his head on the woman.

But when Ling looked at the man who had taken off his mask, he saw only anger on his face, as if he was having a nightmare.

She also had a nightmare.

Now, the nightmare was over and the man opened his eyes. He didn't realize that he was resting his head on Ling's shoulder, but a few seconds later, he jumped up like a rabbit escaping.

He stroked his chest with his hand, slowly stepped back, and hurriedly ran to the cliff of Eighteen Peaks.

Not afraid of the height, his stomach was churning and he began to vomit violently, as if he wanted to vomit out everything he had ever eaten.