Chapter 74

...What is this?

Why do I still get entangled with this unlucky thing even when I’m dreaming?

Could it be that since the last dungeon ended, I have been thinking about how to get rid of the opponent all the time, so I am thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night?

While Wen Jianyan was deeply reflecting on the content of his dream, the other party was already approaching unknowingly.

The man is extremely tall and has a broad frame. Although Wen Jianyan does not consider himself to be an overly thin and weak person, when he stands opposite him, he always has the illusion that he is very slender.

The other person's eyes were like molten gold, burning coldly in the darkness.

Although he was clearly in a lucid dream, Wen Jianyan still felt a chill running down his spine when he met the other person's eyes.

This feeling made him very unhappy.

The young man narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly shortened the distance between the two.

Relying on his dream, Wen Jianyan stretched out his hand expressionlessly and patted the other party's pale cheek: "I don't want to have to deal with you while I'm asleep."

As he spoke, he pinched the cold, smooth skin frivolously:

"Go away and let your father sleep well."

"..."

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes and stared at him with neither joy nor sorrow. His figure did not disappear as soon as Wen Jianyan's words fell. On the contrary, he was still standing there properly, his figure condensed and showing no tendency to dissipate.

Wen Jianyan:?

How could it disappear?

Generally speaking, in this lucid dream, as long as he realizes that he is dreaming, he can control what happens in the dream and decide what he wants to see.

He frowned and raised his hand again, but before he could do anything, his wrist was quietly entangled in the darkness.

???

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the man in front of him, his pupils involuntarily shrinking slightly.

ah?

No?

Are all the details in this dream restored? Even the proficiency of the kidnappers is exactly the same as in real life?

The man's low, emotionless voice spoke: "A dream? So that's what you humans call it."

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

Wait...what does this sentence mean?

The next second, the man in front of him slowly took another step forward, and the distance between the two people had been shortened to a level that made Wen Jianyan feel wary.

He realized something was wrong with this "dream".

Wen Jianyan's face paled a bit, and the toughness he had felt suddenly disappeared. He gave in and retreated, but was blocked by the darkness and could only be fixed in place reluctantly.

The young man's upper body tilted up involuntarily, and the hem of his loose shirt spread out, revealing half of his thin, white and flexible waist, as well as the scarlet lines at the edge of his hip bones, half-hidden in the shadow.

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes and reached out his hand leisurely. His shirt was pulled open by the dark pull, and his pale fingertips pressed on the skin without any hindrance.

The cold fingertips touched the human's warm waist, and carelessly traced the smooth lines of the spell.

As if recalling the pain when the brand was carved, the small piece of skin suddenly tightened and trembled slightly with the breathing.

"You always find a new way to offend me every time."

The man raised his cold golden eyes and slowly placed his entire palm on the soft and delicate skin. Almost half of the young man's narrow waist was held in his palm, and he could easily feel it.

To relax the tension in the other person's body:

In a dark room.

The young man slept even more unsteadily, his breathing was heavy and rapid, his head was half sunk into the pillow, and everything from his cheeks to the tips of his ears was red.

I don't know when his shirt started to unravel, exposing his tight chest and abdomen, and his skin shone white in the darkness.

The scarlet tattoo close to the hip bone was pressed down by some unknown force, and the shadow filled the slightly sunken line.

"How do you think I should punish you?"

"My bishop."

Wu Zhu's voice rose slightly, and he spoke lightly with a cruel smile in his eyes.

"——!!!"

Wen Jianyan opened his eyes suddenly and jumped up from the bed dripping with cold sweat.

He looked into the room in shock.

My eyes were completely dark, and I could only vaguely see the vague outlines of furniture in the room.

There was deathly silence in the empty room, and all I could hear was my own rapid and uneven breathing.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, then reached out and fumbled on the wall - only to hear a soft "pop" sound, the room suddenly became brighter.

Under the bright warm light, every detail of the room is revealed.

Apart from him, there was no one else.

What happened just now?

Wen Jianyan panted, raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, feeling the cold sweat on his hand.

He closed his eyes forcefully, and the scene in his dream appeared in his mind clearly and without any hindrance.

In a boundless, deep and shallow darkness, those golden, burning eyes stared at him, as if they were swallowing him whole.

And the other party's low and smiling words.

—His bishop.

"..."

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan suddenly lost all sleepiness.

He lowered his head and rolled up his clothes.

The scarlet, talisman-like lines were located right at the junction of the hip bones and the lower abdomen. They were deeply burned into the depths of the skin, and they undulated unevenly with his rapid breathing, giving him a particularly ominous feeling.

The feeling of being touched by the other person just now still lingered on his skin, making his back feel cold.

Obviously, even though he was in the system space, Wu Zhu could still use this to invade his dreams.

Coupled with the other party's strange ability to control darkness...

Wen Jianyan's eyes darkened.

He climbed out of bed and entered the bathroom.

The faucet was turned on, and fierce water rushed into the white porcelain sink.

He picked up cold water and washed his face, then raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

The light from the bathroom shines down from the top of the head and falls on the young man's head and shoulders. His face and forehead are wet, and the water droplets cling to his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and his lips, half-hanging, flickering.

Fine shimmer.

The amber eyes were half-closed, hidden under the dark and moist eyelashes, and the cheekbones were burning abnormally red, but the eyes were terrifyingly clear.

He can't wait any longer.

You must free yourself from this defenseless and absolute weakness as soon as possible.

Wen Jianyan took the towel aside and simply wiped his face.

He made a simple summary in his mind of what he had gained throughout the day.

Although the conditions for the copies he was optimistic about were more suitable, they would basically be delayed for at least another week before they could be completed. If it were done tonight, these copies would obviously be more ideal. After all, he also needed time to adjust, but after

After meeting him in his dream tonight, Wen Jianyan decisively gave up the idea.

System space is no longer absolutely safe.

If I can successfully wake up from the dream this time, it may not happen next time.

The time to enter the instance suddenly became urgent.

Wen Jianyan took out his cell phone and screened contacts.

Soon, his eyes fixed on the name of one of the guilds.

In fact, he was not planning to cooperate with this guild this time, not only because he had met their people in several dungeons before, but also because the next dungeon they provided was only one day, and the time was too close.

The difficulty is between B- and A, and there is a high probability that you will be familiar with dungeon types that Jianyan has never understood or even dabbled in...

The difficulty is high and the chance of death is high.

However, Wen Jianyan could not wait any longer.

He took a deep breath and sent a message to the guild.
To be continued...