Two figures, one large and one small, leaned against each other and fell on the bed. The red thread entwined between their fingers was faintly emitting a red light.
[Ding—The plot point [Hantan Dream] is being unlocked...]
When Xiao Ling heard the tone of the plot point unlocking system, his consciousness was gradually blurring, as if he was falling into an endless abyss.
At the last moment when he was about to lose consciousness, he still had something to think about, he wouldn't starve to death in this small world, would he?
After all, since arriving in this small world, he has spent most of his time in a fantasy world, with plot points coming one after another. He has only eaten a few sugar cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in total.
Han Yuan promised to give him endless sugar biscuits, but in the end... he didn't eat a few sugar biscuits, but he got a cheap son...
When he wakes up, he will definitely have to find him...to settle accounts...
His consciousness gradually became drowsy and then became clear again. I wonder if it was because he was too hungry, or because he was still thinking about sugar cakes just now, but he actually seemed to smell something sweet?
Xiao Ling opened his eyes and found that this time he was not controlling his consciousness or body like he had been in the illusion twice before. However, the environment and perspective this time were also very strange.
He tentatively moved his hands and feet and found that he seemed to be floating in the air or floating in the water. The surroundings were empty and nothing could be seen clearly. Even he seemed to be illusory.
"Ah Chu (yUān), what are you doing? It smells so good?"
Suddenly, a male voice sounded. His voice was very deep, like a deep bell, but the way it reached the ears was strange, as if it came from all directions, and it seemed like there was something behind it?
Xiao Ling looked around, and there was still a mist-like emptiness all around. He couldn't tell where the sound came from. Where was he? Why is this illusion so strange?
"Haha~" The woman's gentle voice was full of smiles: "Someone petitioned me a few days ago and offered me some cakes. I thought they were good, so I decided to try making them myself~"
petition?
Xiao Ling quickly grasped the key point of the words. Why did this woman also mention "petition"? Could it be that she is also a "ghost" like Han Yuan?
But that’s not necessarily the case, maybe he’s just a Xuanmen person?
The woman's words continued, her voice soft and gentle, and sounded closer than the man's voice: "It will be ready later, do you want to try it? It's just my first time trying to make it, maybe it won't taste good."
"As long as it's made by Ah Chun, it's going to be so delicious, I'm going to eat it all~"
The man's voice seems to be getting closer? It sounds more tender.
"You~ I made so much and ate it all, are you exhausted?"
The woman was amused by him and let out a light laughter, which was as sweet as the aroma of pastries that came from her.
"It's just a few baskets of small cakes. Madam, don't underestimate your husband~!"
It seems that they are a couple, Xiao Ling listened and analyzed secretly.
He opened this plot point when he was with Han Yuan, so it should be related to Han Yuan.
Perhaps, this is Han Yuan's memory? So, could this couple be his parents?
However, this perspective is too strange.
If it is in Han Yuan's memory, where is Han Yuan?
Xiao Ling tried to move while thinking, while the conversation between the couple continued.
"Hmm~ It smells so good! Let me try my Ah Chu's craftsmanship~!"
"Brother Xuan, be careful when you burn it! How is it? Is it delicious?"
"Ahem - uh, okay, delicious!"
"really?"
"That's natural! We Ah-chen have always been so ingenious, kind-hearted, and intelligent. It's just our first try and we can make such delicious food! For my husband, I must eat them... Light!"
The man blurted out a series of compliments, which made the woman laugh non-stop, and she hit him lightly as if she was embarrassed.
However... such praise makes people think of the taste of this pastry, maybe just the opposite.
Xiao Ling complained silently in his heart, and then thought about how he had praised Mo Han without conscience in order to encourage Mo Han to cook in the apocalyptic world, and suddenly felt a little funny.
Sure enough, the woman sneered at him in embarrassment: "Really? With such a smooth tongue, are you trying to coax me? I'll try it myself."
"Hey - don't!" The man stopped him immediately, but he was still arrogant: "How can Ah Chu want to be your husband so much? It's really delicious, I swear!"
"Okay, if you agree to let me eat all of it, don't you try to steal it from me?"
The man's voice was full of gentleness: "You are pregnant now and you are already weak. It is better not to be contaminated with dirty food and disturb your breath. And about the petition, let me handle it for you next time?"
Pregnant, unable to eat food, petitioning?
Xiao Ling looked serious and analyzed quickly. This information could basically help him determine it.
This woman is indeed a ghost, and she is a "ghost" who can receive petitions from ordinary people.
As for pregnancy... Based on his current perspective, is it possible that he is now in this woman's belly? !
As soon as he came up with this guess, Xiao Ling suddenly felt that he had touched something cool and soft.
"?!" What is it?
The thing seemed to be frightened and suddenly started to move. Xiao Ling quickly moved away and only had time to see clearly. It seemed to be a mass of... black mist?
"That's not possible~ Since it's just a petition and I've received incense and offerings, how can I do it on my behalf? Besides..." the woman's voice sounded again, full of warmth and love: "I also want to save more blessings for our children. Where is Ze~"
"Okay, it's all up to you." The man sighed helplessly, full of doting: "Then you don't have to worry about making these meals next time. It's a good rest. If you want to try it occasionally, I'll buy it for you~ "
"You say it so nicely, do you think the pastries I made are unpalatable?"
"Madam, you are wronged!"
"Then I want to try it myself..."
The two people outside were deeply in love, but Xiao Ling was floating in the ethereal waves, constantly avoiding the "attack" of the black mist.
The space he was in looked like floating mist, and when he moved, he seemed to be in water. If it is said to be in the amniotic fluid of the mother's fetus, it is very clean here and has no structures similar to blood vessels in the flesh wall...
The black mist moved very fast. Even though Xiao Ling had good reflexes and physical fitness, he couldn't perform well in this environment. After hiding for several times, he was still hit by the black mist.
"Uh-" Xiao Ling groaned, holding the black mist and being pushed for a long distance. His back seemed to hit some soft and transparent barrier.
