You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Jiang Suiwan was frightened and woke up.

It seemed that a part of his consciousness still remained in the dream and had not returned. It was as if he was deep in the fog, his whole body was limp and unable to lift his strength, and his consciousness was still dim. It took him a while to react.

When Jiang Suiwan came back to his senses, he felt frightened.

How could it be, how could he have such a strange and immoral dream? !

How could his always well-behaved disciple look as sick and paranoid as in the dream? And he did something like that to himself...

And Ye Qingyang...

He and Shen Qi became strangers, but he and Ye Qingyang became masters and disciples.

Jiang Suiwan had a splitting headache when he thought of the scene in his dream.

Am I such a beast in my subconscious?

No, it was probably because the impact of the fact that Shen Qi and Ye Qingyang were the children of fate remained in his subconscious, and because he was too tired recently, he had such a chaotic and upside-down dream? !

Thinking of that too-real dream, Jiang Suiwan's body still seemed to be aching.

It's just outrageous.

Jiang Suiwan calmed down for a while, slowly calmed down the strong palpitations in his heart, calmed down, and looked around.

In front of you is the endless blue ocean, with seabirds circling leisurely under the blue where the sea meets the sky, and the sky is clear.

The waves beat against the rocks on the shore, playing beautiful music.

There are countless strange and rare creatures living here leisurely.

There are huge whales swimming in the air with green mountains on their backs, colorful and crystal clear lantern-like small jellyfish floating on the sea, birds with bright feathers sunbathing on the beach...

Between the mountains and the sea, there are waves of green waves.

Jiang Suiwan looked at the scenery in front of him. This should be the core area of ​​the ocean, a paradise that few people set foot on.

Jiang Suiwan stood on the beach, watching this shocking and strange scene.

Several small crabs came from a distance, not paying attention to Jiang Suiwan's presence. They bumped into them one after another, and then fell to the ground.

Jiang Suiwan looked at their feet waving in the air with some amusement, so he squatted down and turned them over one by one.

Those little crabs are colorful and very beautiful.

After being turned over by Jiang Suiwan, they stood there blankly and reacted for a long time. Then they lined up in a neat row and waved their pliers at Jiang Suiwan, as if to thank him.

Jiang Suiwan looked at the row of colorful pliers with a smile on his lips.

……

The blood moon hangs high.

At the end of the steps, Shen Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, spit out a mouthful of blood without warning.

Xiaobai grew bigger and encircled him in his arms. Surrounded by countless souls that were floating and scattered, they were struggling and howling in pain in the air.

After a while, blood began to ooze from Shen Qi's closed eyes.

An old man wearing a golden robe stopped in front of him, looked at him maliciously, and muttered something:

"Tsk, did you wake up so quickly?"

"What, is it being bitten back?"

"Well, it turns out that Xiao Xiang is his master? He's a bit brave and interesting."

He talked nonchalantly, and then turned his gaze to Xiaobai, who had been staring at him, "Oh, the things about the Wu Clan, I can't believe that after all these years, the Wu Clan hasn't been exterminated yet."

Xiao Bai stared at him warily and did not dare to move rashly. Unfortunately, now everyone in the Wu clan was dead except Shen Qi and himself.

The old man looked at Shen Qi again, "Witch clan bloodline, demon dragon bloodline."

"Let me see what the qualifications are like." He said, wanting to reach out and pinch Shen Qi's face.

Just as he was about to touch Shen Qi's cheek, a slender white hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Shen Qi opened his eyes.

Due to the backlash, his eyes were filled with thick blood, and the pair of deep purple eyes were like flowers blooming in the bloody wasteland, entwined with a vague sense of gloomy death and coldness.

The old man looked at his eyes for a moment.

Shen Qi looked at him with cold eyes: "What do you want to do?"

The old man broke free from Shen Qi's hand and rubbed his aching wrist, "You brat is quite strong."

Shen Qi woke up from the dream, his consciousness was still a little erratic, countless memories came flooding in, jealousy and murderous intentions were confused and entangled with love.

The last thing Shen Qi saw was his master's cold, moist and forbearing eyes, like white plums broken by frost and snow, with a cold expression in their mouths.

"Hey, how does it feel to get what you want?" The old man looked at the expression on his face and sighed: "The teacher who covets himself, tsk tsk tsk, people nowadays are really good at playing."

When Shen Qi heard this, he looked at the old man sharply, "Did you do all this?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, "It took me a lot of effort to pull you and that little fairy into the dream I weaved."

What he means is, is the Master in the dream the real Master?

Then Master...will he remember everything that happened in the dream as clearly as he does?

Shen Qi thought and noticed the old man's name for his master - Xiao Xianjun.

Hearing this title, he suddenly thought of some confusing scenes. In that long dream, he also called his master this way.

Playful, angry, jealous, cold, hot, crazy...

A sound, like a magic spell.

Shen Qi suppressed the throbbing in his heart and asked, "Weaving dreams? What is your purpose?"

The old man waved his hand: "What other purpose could there be? Of course it would make you indulge in dreams and then kill you."

"What about my master?!"

Seeing how excited he was, the old man teased him, "He's dead."

Shen Qi froze in disbelief for a moment, his mind went blank, but he quickly calmed down and his panic faded away.

The master is not dead. There is his blood in the master's body. If something happens to the master, he cannot not notice it.

Shen Qi looked at the old man coldly, "Are you lying to me?"

The old man laughed: "Just a joke, just a joke."

"I'm not kidding you anymore, your master entered Fuguang Sea, which is the center of the ocean. There is no danger." He scratched his head, "But I don't know why he went in. Logically speaking, he wants to enter Fuguang Sea. People who do this will generally fall into the abyss of Wuwu.”

Seeing Shen Qi's confusion, he explained: "Oh, this is the Wuwang Abyss. All the malicious and innocent souls that entered the ocean are gathered here."

"Not long ago, those humans threw a lot of corpses into it, and the evil spirits gathered together, turning into poison and spreading out, causing changes in all creatures in the entire ocean."

"But, the ocean will be restored soon." The old man laughed, pointed at the resentful spirits flying in the sky, and said, "Those humans are infected with the demon poison, and soon they will sacrifice to calm these resentful spirits. Their anger, the ocean will soon recover."

"As for you, these resentful spirits have been hungry for so long, you will probably be torn apart by them."

Shen Qi didn't have much emotion in his heart, and the life and death of those people had nothing to do with him.

Except for Master, everyone else will die if they die.

Shen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, his master was in a safe situation now.

"Although you have woken up from that dream," the old man saw this, floated up and said to him: "But don't be too happy too early, you will soon change from a bad boy to a dead boy."

Shen Qi: "Oh."

"Oh?" The old man was shocked, "If you are going to die, what are your last words?"

Shen Qi: "Oh."

Old man: "…………"

(The author has something to say: Sweet dreams are easy to wake up from.)