He Songning also patted the dry straw paved around him, and said to Xue Qingyin: "If you are afraid of having a nightmare, go to sleep according to me."

Qiao Xinyu was weird for a moment.

Don't Xuezi know that this is a bit more momentum?

It is the closer brother and sister, and it should not be the case after adulthood ... not to mention that the relationship between the two is not as good.

But Xue Qingyin did not pass.

He Songning was not angry, and put a knife in one hand, and restingly rest.

He had a very short dream.

His impression of his biological mother comes from the portrait.

The person who came out of the portrait walked into his dream.

But the person who touched the hard pen is naturally a rigid ...

So his mother in his dream has never had any expression.

She always stared at him like this, with a kind of silent cold.

He always said to her in his dream: "It's fast."

I don't know how much I said.

It seems that she will make her under the Huangquan.

But this day, his dreams have changed.

The same picture roll appeared in his dream.

But the person in that painting is no longer a biological mother.

"Qing Yin ..." He called out that name.

That's the painting he drew under the king of Meng ...

Xue Qingyin came out of the scroll, but his face was very alive.

She smiled and smiled, and the tassel on the cheeks swayed back and forth, as if gently scratching people's hearts.

But follow.

She cried.

Tears on the face, it's pitiful.

"Why are you always so suspicious?" She asked him.

"Qing Yin." "Qing Yin ..."

Xue Qingyin was awakened by He Songning's dream.

Everyone is full of ears and others are calling themselves, and they cannot ignore the past.

Xue Qingyin was holding his breath, sitting up unhappy, and beside He Songning.

She pressed on He Songning's knife and wanted to wake people.

He Songning groaned instinctively, but didn't wake up.

Xue Qingyin's eyes flashed.

She stabbed his wound again.

He Songning opened his eyes suddenly, but his eyes were no longer reunited with Qingming.

He murmured: "Qing Yin."

Then hugged her.

Xue Qingyin pushed down and pushed away, but felt the enthusiasm passed on him.

He is very powerful, and he can hold the Mencius king under the injury.

But without a completely treated wound, he initiated a high fever.

Xue Qingyin tilted his head and thought about it.

Will he burn to death alive?

"Qing Yin ..." He Songning called again, but this time his eyes were a little clear.

Seems to know that I woke up from my dream.

He whispered: "My waist ... has medicine, you take it out."

Xue Qingyin reached out and touched it.

She touched the handle.

For a while, her heart jumped ... as if she had to jump out of her throat.

finally.

She took away the knife.

"".

He Songning hasn't responded yet.

The blade didn't get into his chest.

Xue Qingyin vomited: "Don't believe anyone, you teach me."

He Songning stared at his face, but he didn't push Xue Qingyin away, but he firmly grasped her firmly.

His voice squeezed out from his throat: "... why?"

Full of confidence and anger.

Xue Qingyin can finally say that sentence.
Chapter completed!