It was actually a dream?
Bai Su squatted beside An Xiangwen's bed, holding a mobile phone in one hand, which was plugged into the power bank in An Xiangwen's bag, and the other hand was hanging above the human's face.
Because it was not a direct control, a fragmented picture came from Bai Quan. What Bai Su knew in the middle of the night was that a part of him had eaten the supper as he wished, then ran around and broke into the temple abbot's residence, and heard something he shouldn't have heard. secrets.
What causes sleepiness?
Bai Su's left hand branched out several white buds. Two of them held up the human's eyelids, revealing the dull eyes. A thinner white thread was inserted from the bottom of the human's eye socket, reaching deep into the skull.
"hiss……"
The soft white thread carefully circled around the delicate human organs, carefully studied the human brain for a while, and finally withdrew his hand.
Bai Su let go of his hand and his eyes fell thoughtfully to the other person's abdomen.
He seemed to have said that eating the vegetarian food at Fuzhao Temple would not kill anyone, but eating too much would probably cause diarrhea to humans.
As it stands now, his words were prophetic in another way.
Should he maintain his human posture more often to make it easier for him to fall into supernatural traps?
Bai Su, who had not been able to go to the dream to find out what was going on, felt lost.
He felt like there was a big meal in front of him, but he couldn't eat it.
Tsk.
The shadow of the black-haired young man enveloped the human being lying on the bed. The shadow floated and gradually expanded, forming a net bit by bit. When it was about to cover it, the shadow retracted.
Even if you swallow a human being, you probably won’t be able to enter the dream.
And he has a bit of an aversion to cold.
The source of the cold was unknown. Bai Su lowered his head and glanced at An Xiangwen, who was sleeping without knowing anything. He unplugged the power bank connected to his mobile phone and threw the half-empty power bank back into the human's bag.
When he wakes up tomorrow... he should wake up. After all, there is a Dharma conference to be held. Tomorrow An Xiangwen will probably wonder whether the electronic products he bought are out of battery.
Bai Su thought endlessly.
Since you can't enter the dream, let's do something else.
The sleepless black-haired young man returned to the bed and lay down, preparing to cut the number.
Before he drifted away from consciousness, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a screen lighting up not far away from his peripheral vision.
Looks like a human cell phone?
…
The white poodle shook its fur on the porch again.
Bai Su was thinking whether he had lost his mind when he made the clone...Forget it, growing a brain is indeed difficult.
Thick air filled his nose, and Bai Su pressed his paw on the tip of his nose to resist the urge to sneeze.
How did his clone stay outside this house for so long? The smell here is just-
Bai Su staggered out and started running after taking a few steps. The white shadow quickly jumped to the wall and jumped off the roof several times.
After leaving the center of the sticky vortex, Bai Su sat on the tiles of a roof with his legs bent, looking at the house in deep thought.
It feels like there is something like a medium in that room... Is it related to tomorrow's Dharma gathering?
Then you can't eat it now, after all, you have to catch bigger fish.
The white canine turned around again and rushed towards the banyan tree at night... with a clear aim towards the small warehouse next to it.
The door of the warehouse was closed. Bai Su dug a hole in a hidden corner and got in. Then the white catkins all over his body expanded like clouds, filling the entire warehouse in a few seconds.
Now if you look from the outside, you can see the white slowly squirming and shrinking under the transparent glass.
It's like swallowing, but also like digesting.
After a few seconds, the white color disappeared, and the entire warehouse was evacuated, leaving only a white poodle stretching on the spot.
Bai Su was much faster than his clone. After clearing a warehouse, he quickly avoided the monks on the ground and searched for the illuminated red ropes and the like placed elsewhere.
Not too full, but better in quantity.
The white shadow ran like the wind through the blue bricks and black tiles in the temple, and suddenly stopped at a certain moment, stopping in front of an ordinary hall.
I have never seen this hall during the day.
Standing on the eaves, you can clearly see that there are many turns to reach this hall, and there are many monks holding hands along the way.
What's inside?
The white poodle stepped forward with its front legs, jumped off the courtyard wall, and walked forward one step at a time.
The palace door was open, only a few curtains hung from the door frame to block it.
The view would be blocked for humans, but not for dogs that are only a few dozen centimeters tall.
Bai Quan walked in and then stopped.
He saw——
…
The morning light was dim, and in the courtyard for tourists, a touch of white was looking through the window of a room.
Bai Tuanzi landed on the ground, rolled around in a circle and stood still, then kicked off his hind legs and jumped onto the lap of the young man sitting at the table.
It turned over, exposed its belly with its limbs upward, and began to act coquettishly.
Bai Su, who had withdrawn his consciousness very early and let his clone come back, saw this scene and was a little confused.
"Are you a part of me?" He put his hand on his belly, pressed down, and touched a few circular arcs through the white catkins. The balls were still sliding, "Why does it look so like..."
The black-haired young man muttered and turned the creation over and over in his hands. The white dog also cooperated very well and continued to toss.
Bai Su even took Bai Quan's head apart, but there was nothing inside.
Finally, he grabbed the white dog by the back of the neck and lifted it in front of his eyes. The white dog moved its mouth and let out a cry: "Woof!"
Bai Su:?
Bai Su put the white dog on the table speechlessly, and when he was about to tell it that its species classification was not a dog, but a part of a monster, the human on the other bed in the room woke up.
"...Dog?" The human tilted his head and spat out a word in confusion.
In an instant, the white dog jumped into Bai Su's arms, and the whole body turned into a soft soft substance. When it fell on the back of the black-haired young man's hand on his knee, it soaked in directly.
"There is no dog." Bai Su denied.
"But..." An Xiangwen began to wake up.
"You haven't woken up yet, so you saw it wrong." Bai Su said firmly.
Okay, An Xiangwen gave up thinking, maybe he saw it wrong before he woke up, but then again... this is too uncomfortable, right?
An Xiangwen felt as if his whole body had been severely run over by some heavy truck. He was extremely sore. It took a lot of effort for him to just stand up.
The human groaned a few times from between his teeth. He pushed himself up with his elbows and straightened up the upper half of his body.
After completing this action, he lowered his head and calmed down.
It's so sore... Will just sleeping on a hard bed have such an effect?
An Xiangwen had never experienced this before. He was even thinking about whether he was trapped in bed by a ghost, but it shouldn't be the case, right?
He reached out and hammered his waist and abdomen twice, and heard a crisp sound from his arm. Then the curly-haired young man used his left hand to squeeze his right hand, trying to pull back the right arm that was suspected of being twisted.
"Bai...Brother Bai, save——"
His stiff neck creaked as he twisted his neck. An Xiangwen reluctantly turned his head and looked in the direction of the table. He remembered seeing Bai Su there when he first woke up.
An Xiangwen shouted again, this time he increased the volume, but his thirsty throat made him cough immediately.
Bai Su patted the back of his hand, closed the half-written book on the table, and put a pen in the middle to make a bookmark.
Then he raised his head and saw a strange human posture.
The curly-haired young man's back was straight, and he did not take his right hand back behind his back. Instead, he used his left hand to reach for it, forming an encircling posture.
Bai Su: "...Are you doing performance art?"
An Xiangwen: "No, Brother Bai! Your arm and waist are twisted, please help the child!"
Bai Su walked over wordlessly and held the human's shoulder: "Am I twisted?"
An Xiangwen nodded: "Okay, Brother Bai, be gentle...it hurts, it hurts -"
Humans wailed, and the same movement occurred in other parts of the courtyard, and screams occurred one after another.
An Xiangwen shook his right hand and gasped, but he looked like he had been saved.
When humans wake up, it will be easier for them to ask questions.
Bai Su leaned down, his shadow covering An Xiangwen.
The thin sunlight outside the window was completely blocked by him. When humans looked up, they could only see a pair of foggy black eyes, unable to see clearly the expression of the black-haired young man.
"What nightmare did you have last night?" Bai Su asked.
"Nightmare?" A moment of confusion appeared on the curly-haired young man's face, "I didn't dream at night?"
(End of chapter)
