On our wedding night, my husband changed!

At this time, the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard. Hua Sheng put the comb into the brocade box. Outside the brocade box, there was a spell written by her to suppress it.

I have always felt that this comb was very evil, and I used to be very wary of it. Later, Feng Xi said that it might be her own thing, some kind of seven-color halo.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Hua Sheng felt much relieved after hearing it and was no longer so repelled. However, he was also afraid that this thing would accidentally hurt his family members, so he kept it in a drawer.

Jiang Liu came out, "Do you want to take a bath? Asheng?"

"Ah, okay."

Hua Sheng then lowered her head and entered the bathroom, but she felt increasingly cold. The water temperature in the bathtub had obviously reached 45 degrees.

But she was still very cold. She thought she was going to catch a cold, so she quickly wiped the water stains on her body and came out wearing a white bathrobe.

"Honey, are you cold?"

Hua Sheng rarely calls Jiang Liu husband, but every time he does, Jiang Liu looks so beautiful.

"It's not cold, what's wrong?" Jiang Liu was about to lie down when he saw Hua Sheng coming out and immediately came over and wiped her hair with a towel.

"I'm a little cold. Is the heating not enough?"

"No, it's the same feeling as every day." Jiang Liu said and glanced at the thermometer on the wall. Yes, it was still 26 degrees. This is already very high and is enough for winter.

Hua Sheng remained silent and sat on the chair while Jiang Liu gently wiped her long wet hair.

"Do you have a cold?" Jiang Liu also touched Hua Sheng's forehead, but unfortunately, he didn't feel a fever.

"I don't know, maybe I'm too tired."

"Then you go to bed early tonight."

Jiang Liu was like taking care of a child. After drying Hua Sheng's hair, he blew it again. After confirming that it was dry, the two went to bed to rest together.

Jiang Liu fell asleep not long after, but Hua Sheng still felt very cold, getting colder as he got older.

She looked at the wound on her finger and found it had disappeared. Could it be... related to the comb?

Her abnormal body temperature and feeling gave her an indescribable feeling. She picked up her phone and wanted to call Feng Xi, but she felt sleepy for no reason, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

Even the phone was still in her palm, so she didn't have to rush to call Feng Xi.

It’s that dream again, I can’t remember how many times it happened, Hua Sheng is no longer afraid.

Because this time it was not an altar, a rooftop, or a fire scene. Without the sky full of fire and rain, it was a rare peaceful time.

"Miss, what are you still doing here? I heard that an important guest is coming to the house."

A little girl wearing an emerald green skirt was holding Hua Sheng's arm. She was extremely playful and seemed intimate, but she was obviously very unfamiliar.

She was led to the front hall by the little girl in a daze. At this time, a man's voice came from the front hall.

"Since you can't escape sooner or later, why not try that method?"

"No, it's too risky. It might lead to genocide."

"But now it's no different from genocide. That person is ready to attack. Once he breaks through the barrier of Ziyun Mountain, your Hua family will be in trouble."

After the man finished speaking, the old lady coughed a few times and seemed to be emotional.

"Priest, what should we do? You should think of a solution quickly? We can't sit still and wait for death?"

"Is God really going to destroy our Hua family?" The old lady cried.

Hua Sheng heard it clearly, but didn't understand its meaning.

"Miss, what do you mean by the old lady? What is the danger but the misfortune? Do you know that man?"

Hua Sheng shook her head. She didn't recognize him or remember him, but... she felt inexplicably familiar here again.

She took a step forward, wanting to see the old man's face, but suddenly her foot missed...

Then... Hua Sheng woke up from his sleep covered in cold sweat, panting.

"A Sheng, what's wrong? Are you dreaming again?" Jiang Liu hugged Hua Sheng and comforted him.

"Go away, don't touch me." Hua Sheng's face was cold, and his eyes were stranger than ever.

After Jiang Liu was pushed away, he was stunned on the spot.