Everything around him, even a rabbit running by, was frozen in the leap.

"Xiao Zhen, I never thought that you would suspect that you are in a fake world." Princess Qiuling appeared in front of Xiao Zhen with a vicious look on her face.

"Who are you?" Xiao Zhen looked warily at the saint whose expression suddenly became ferocious, "Why can you move?"

"Xiao Zhen, you can't get out." Princess Qiuling smiled sinisterly: "I will kill you here."

"Really?" Xiao Zhen said softly, and with a force, a sword in his hand quickly turned into a long sword: "Then let's try it?"

"You want to kill me? You can't kill me." The saint sneered, but she could kill her easily.

"It's not to kill you, but to return to the real world." As soon as Xiao Zhen finished speaking, he stabbed a sword in his hand directly to his heart: "Wake up, Xiao Zhen."

Wish you all the best.

The high priest was sweating profusely. He hurriedly took out a bell made of something unknown from his arms and shook it at the sleeping Xiao Zhen. He muttered something to himself, and after shaking it for about half a cup of tea,

His face changed drastically and there were more and more beads of sweat on his forehead.

Xiao Zhen, who was sleeping soundly, moved his hands lying flat on the bed, and his eyebrows sometimes tightened and sometimes unclenched, as if he was about to wake up.

"The dream mirror is going to be broken? This, this," the man hurriedly put down the wooden bell and walked aside. At the same time, he entered Zhu Youshu's side, Princess Qiuling, and shouted: "Princess, wake up, princess, wake up quickly."

Princess Qiuling still showed no sign of waking up, but Xiao Zhen's eyes moved.

The priest was shocked, and quickly turned the bell around Princess Qiuling's face, murmuring: "The dream mirror is broken, wake up quickly, the dream mirror is broken, wake up quickly."

Princess Qiuling woke up leisurely. The moment she saw the high priest, she suddenly sat up, grabbed his hand, and said sternly: "Kill her quickly, kill Xiao Zhen quickly."

Of course the high priest was unwilling to kill the Prime Minister's wife. Two days had passed and the Prime Minister should have been found. He wanted to save his own life first.

Seeing the hesitation on the high priest's face, Princess Qiuling pushed him away fiercely, grabbed the hairpin from her bun, and stabbed Xiao Zhen who was sleeping on the bed like crazy. Just as the hairpin left Xiao Zhen's heart,

At the finger point, Princess Qiuling's hand was covered

A pair of rough but strong hands grabbed Xiao Zhen, who opened his eyes sharply. There was not even a trace of confusion in his dark eyes. After grabbing the wrist of the woman who wanted to stab her, he subconsciously reacted and turned the hairpin towards her.

I'm sure I want to kill her daughter

He stabbed her in the neck, and when he saw the woman's appearance clearly, he quickly stopped his hand and pushed her away.

Xiao Zhen stood up, frowned and looked at the woman in front of him: "Saint?" No, she is not a saint, but her appearance is 70% similar.

"Are you awake? Are you really awake?" When the high priest saw Xiao Zhen getting up, he couldn't believe it. He had cast countless blessing spells in his life, and most of them would live in dreams from then on until their real bodies died.

When I woke up, my eyes could not be so clear.

Xiao Zhen was confused for a moment, looking at the woman who was pushed to the ground by her and her face was almost distorted with resentment, and then looked at the man wearing a strange black suit who looked at her in surprise.

Her memory was very confusing, mixed with too many things, but she knew that this should be the real world. She had a vague impression of the saint and the man in front of her, but she couldn't quite remember what was going on.

I could only look at these two people coldly.

The headache is tight and swollen, as if it is about to split.

The saint suddenly stood up, picked up the hairpin again and stabbed Xiao Zhen. Xiao Zhen turned his foot and kicked the saint hard in the stomach. In an instant, the saint was kicked out and hit the wall, fainting.

passed.

Xiao Zhen was surprised that the saint didn't know how to do martial arts. In the dream mirror, it was clear that her martial arts was very powerful, and she even fought hundreds of moves with her.

When the high priest saw the saint being kicked away and the prime minister's wife looking at him coldly, he was frightened and took out the dagger in his arms to kidnap her. Now that he had a hostage, he could escape.

However, Xiao Zhen dodged, grabbed his hand, and snatched the dagger from his hand very quickly.

"You know martial arts?" The high priest was surprised. In Zhu Youshu, she is a Shangying who knows martial arts. Is it possible that she also knows martial arts in reality?

Is it weird that she knows martial arts? Xiao Zhen looked at this strangely dressed young man: "Who are you?"

She asked who he was? It seemed that Zhu Youshu had greatly disturbed her memory, and the high priest attacked Xiao Zhen again.

Xiao Zhen felt her head hurt more and more, so she was forced to retreat step by step. At this time, strange memories appeared in her mind bit by bit, but she knew that these were her real memories.

The more the high priest talked to Xiao Zhen, the more frightened he felt in his heart. This prime minister's wife's martial arts skills were incredibly high. He always thought that it was something wrong with his Zhu Youshu. But now it seems that it is not, but the prime minister's wife in front of him.

Really good at martial arts.

The man seemed to be distracted by his thoughts. Xiao Zhen seized the opportunity and directly took out his palm, clasping his neck with his five fingers and holding him against the wall: "Tell me, who are you?"

The man's face turned into the color of pig liver.

Xiao Zhen clasped his fingers tighter and tighter, and said coldly: "If you don't say yes, then you will die."

The high priest saw the real murderous intent in Xiao Zhen's eyes and said hurriedly: "I, I said."

Xiao Zhen let him go.

"I am a wizard from the Western Region. Our clan is best at Zhu Youshu. Just four years ago, Princess Qiuling ordered people to find me. Half a year ago, she told me to perform Zhu Youshu on you, and then in

Kill you in the dream."

Some memories flashed through her mind again, Zhu Youshu? She seemed to have some impression, and intermittent memories flashed through her mind: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost three, three days."

Three days are three lives.

At this time, Princess Qiuling, who had fainted, woke up. Taking advantage of Xiao Zhen's unpreparedness, she picked up the hairpin thrown aside and stabbed Xiao Zhen: "Xiao Zhen, I want you to die."

The next moment, Princess Qiuling felt her hands go numb, the hairpin in her hand fell, and the dagger Xiao Zhen snatched from the high priest was pressed against her neck. "Princess Qiuling?" Xiao Zhen looked at the person in front of him.

Zhang Mingyan's face, if you look closely, the woman's profile looks very much like the Ninth Prince Si Mo, no, she should be the emperor. Her memory is still a little confused, and Zhu Youshu's hallucinations are somewhat unclear from reality, but it is true

There was this princess who used to have sex with her

The relationship with her was pretty good, and she used to call her sister all the time.

"Yes, it's me. Do you dare to kill me?"

Regarding the condescending arrogance shown by the princess at this time, Xiao Zhen smiled sarcastically and said: "The story in Zhu Youshu is quite well made, and it combines all the people I met in real life.

.I think it took a long time.”

"Let me go."

"Let you go? You made me suffer so much in my dream, but you still want me to let you go? How can there be such a cheap thing in this world?" Xiao Zhen dangled the dagger in the princess's face.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"If the princess's face was slightly scratched..."

"You, you dare?" "Why don't I dare? Do you think I live as useless as in my dream?" Xiao Zhen smiled, with sharp black eyes, and pressed the dagger against Princess Qiuling's neck again.

, said in a cold voice: "No one can be safe and sound after hurting others. Don't worry, I won't take your life.

It will only give you a pain that you will never forget for the rest of your life."

At this moment, the door of the hut was suddenly kicked open, and a tall and slender man walked in under the protection of the imperial guards. This was a handsome man of about twenty-three or four years old, with a face like a crown jewel and a charming temperament.

Gao Hua was just a little cold, his dark eyes turned, and he felt a bit calm and confident.

When the high priest saw the visitor, he knelt on the ground in panic: "Prime Minister, Prime Minister?"

"Zi Ran?" Xiao Zhen murmured softly. The memories of this man in this life came one after another, making his head hurt even more.

"What are you doing? Let go of the princess first." Han Ziran's voice was clear and cold, with no emotion or anger. His eyes fell on the dagger that his wife held against Princess Qiuling's neck. When he lowered his eyes, a faint flash of light flashed across his face.

A hint of relief, followed by flashes of relief

He smiled with a clear smile. "Let her go?" Xiao Zhen looked at the pale woman in front of him. Because of Ziran's appearance, the memory of reality became clearer. He smiled coldly: "Princess Qiuling, in the past few years,
Chapter completed!