"I will listen to you." Cen Kong said firmly with the golden vertical pupils shining in his dark eyes.
Fine black dragon scales covered the black dragon's face, and two towering dragon horns grew on his head.
He looked like he was ready to flex his muscles and fight to the death.
Shi Qi looked at the energetic Cen Kong and felt heavy pressure in her heart. She reached out and put her arm around Heilong's shoulders.
"Everyone in Chang'an City is dreaming now, but the reason why this dream can be independent and unified must be because it is in a larger dream, and this dream is the dream of the snake demon."
Shi Qi turned to look at the bright moon platform in the distance. The huge snake body was entangled on the bright moon platform, with a golden chain hanging from its body.
It must have been some kind of magic weapon, but it was not broken even after it transformed back into its original form.
Two big fish are spinning in the sky.
This is where Taoism comes from.
Large swaths of shadows slowly fell from the sky, and dark clouds filled the air. The black clouds pressed down on the city and threatened to destroy it, as if the sky was about to crush the city of Chang'an.
And the black dragon can't fly, so it's about an hour's journey from the current location to the bright moon platform.
It’s just that I don’t know how many dreams I will encounter along the way.
To touch reality.
Shi Qi walked to the stove, took out two pieces of charcoal, and handed one to Hei Long.
She stretched out her hand and drew a black line on the black dragon and her wrist.
"Every time you encounter a dream, draw a horizontal line on your arm. Now you and I have each experienced a dream. As one, we can prevent the memory from being tampered with or other situations later."
Shi Qi was a little embarrassed, why did he feel that this ancestor was quite aloof at first, but now he is a bit like a dragon's cub.
"Well, there are many books in the Divination Sect, and it's all mentioned in the books." Shi Qi lied without changing his expression.
"There are also many books in Si Tianjian. He used to bring books to me every time he came to see me, but it was a long time later that he never came to see me again."
"For example, that one, Si Tian Jian Wei Wen Lu?"
She suddenly remembered the boy holding a white umbrella in the rain, holding a handful of books and a handkerchief.
Probably He Luoshu?
Speaking of which, she had never seen He Luoshu's appearance.
For the first time, he stretched out his hand to cover the light in front of her eyes.
The second time, Situ Ning stopped her from taking off the handkerchief.
The third time, she took off the veil, but there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and she could only see a blurry figure.
Shi Qi shook his head and took the opportunity to reach out and touch the black dragon's coral-like horns.
"My senior brother and sister, ah, the people and monsters in Chang'an City are waiting for us. Thousands of people's lives don't have time to stop for one person."
"If you want to wake up someone who is sleeping without hearing anything, the best way is to do this."
The black dragon stretched out his hand, gestured with a hand knife, and made a chopping motion, revealing some of his white teeth.
Shi Qi nodded approvingly, "We think the same thing."
Heilong and Shi Qi had a piece of cloth tied around their wrists, and a piece of black charcoal was placed around their waists.
They walked hand in hand and walked out of the deep and dark alley.
The system drew a route map in Shi Qi's mind, heading straight to the Mingyue Platform, counting down every minute.
Outside the alley, they stepped into the air and entered the dreamland of the next unknown person.
In front of a splendid and solemn palace, stairs paved with white jade spread down from the nine-story tower.
A waning moon hangs above the high platform.
The white jade platform is covered with blood, as if there is a blood-colored river sloping down from the nine-story high platform.
There were wreckage and arrows everywhere, as if they had experienced a brutal fight.
The world was submerged in blood red.
Shi Qi saw the young man on the nine-story tower, who was her senior brother, Gu Shiqiu.
Gu Shiqiu was wearing a black shirt, with a tall figure, a circle of fox fur around the collar, and a golden hair crown to tie up his long hair.
The Gu Shiqiu of Bu Suan Sect who always has a smile on his face is different from the one in the dream...
Gu Shiqiu looked down from the nine-story tower, as bright as the bright moon like an immortal, with a look of pain on his face.
A girl in a red dance skirt walked next to him, her eyes bloody.
Her body was covered with whip marks, and the bones were visible.
Her eyes had two hideous holes, pitch black, with no end in sight.
"Brother, my father, king, and mother are both dead. The country is in ruins and the people are perishing. Can you make them come back to life?"
"Aren't you a cultivator? If a cultivator can't even do these things, brother, what kind of immortal are you cultivating?"
"Brother, my eyes hurt so much during the winter solstice. Brother, it hurts so much. Brother, it hurts so much."
"Brother, why don't you open your eyes and look at me? Don't you recognize me? I am Winter Solstice."
"Brother, I am your sister..."
Gu Shiqiu's face shed tears of pain, but it was like a gourd with its mouth cut off, unable to speak.
Gu Dongzhi jumped and fell from the tower.
Gu Shiqiu reached out to grab it and jumped down.
Gu Dongzhi's body lay on the ground motionless and silent.
The blood spread under the red dress. I don't know whether it was the redness of the dress or the color of the blood.
The next moment, Gu Dongzhi stood on top of the tower again, asking questions repeatedly.
Every sentence is heartbreaking, and every sound is bloody.
This is a collapsed world, a collapsed dream.
Shi Qi's footsteps were stuck in place. If it was Gu Dongzhi who died, then this was Gu Shiqiu's dream.
There are thousands of sorrows and sorrows, and it is difficult to calm down the thoughts in people's hearts.
