Become a big brother's domestic rabbit

Even after the menacing high fever subsided, the man remained in a coma, and even the doctors were helpless, unable to see the cause.

Zhao Zijuan, who was afraid that his friend would come over to beat him when he woke up the next day, had already bought a plane ticket to fly abroad, but suddenly received a call from Ying Mian.

"No, isn't it? Wen Yun has been unable to wake up?" Zhao Zijuan felt that he was going to die. Could it be that what Du Cheng brought back had sequelae, which could make people fall into a coma?

In Ying Wenyun's bedroom, the man was lying quietly on the bed, his breathing was steady and his face was quiet, Shi Guiwu lay obediently on the pillow and looked at him, when he saw Zhao Zijuan coming in and gritted his teeth angrily, it was all from this human being. Wrong, now his shit shovel officer can't wake up.

Zhao Zijuan didn't stay long when he came in, and left soon after seeing Ying Wenyun's situation. The bedroom was quiet again, and no one came in to disturb him. At noon, there were doctors in white coats coming in and out. Wen Yun checked and drew blood, but got no results after a busy day.

The little rabbit demon looked at the black shadow on the man and sighed. Human inspection instruments are useless to the black shadow.

However, even if the man is unconscious, he can still provide him with spiritual power, which makes Shi Guiwu even more anxious. He doesn't know why the man can provide him with spiritual power, but seeing the man gradually weakening, it seems that too much has been drawn However, no one has been able to replenish and restore him.

There is no demon other than him in this world, and it just so happens that only men have black shadows and can provide spiritual power. Shi Guiwu is usually confused but not stupid, no matter how he can tell that Ying Wenyun and himself have something relation.

At night, only Ying Mian visited Ying Wenyun twice at night, and went back to her room without finding anything unusual, and opened the doors of Ying Wenyun and her own room, probably for the sake of something unexpected. I can find out in time.

After the sound of breathing in Ying Mian's room gradually stabilized, Shi Gui Wu quietly closed the door of Ying Wen Yun's room, and his eyes in the dark night suddenly shone like two rubies, and then all the monitors in the room seemed to be blinded. On a layer of yarn.

Shi Guiwu covered the monitors in the room with his spiritual power, and after carefully checking that there were no omissions, he reassuredly changed into a human form, and knelt down beside the bed.

The night light on the bedside table was dimly lit, making the man's eyelashes form a shadow under the eyelids, reflecting the firm and deep facial features, his lips were tightly pressed, his lips and face were pale, bloodless, and inexplicably fragile.

Under Shi Guiwu's gaze, Ying Wenyun's eyeballs covered by thin eyelids suddenly moved, and his eyelashes trembled.

Thinking that he was about to wake up, the little rabbit demon held his breath and waited earnestly, but the man didn't make any next move for a long time.

Feeling a little disappointed, Shi Guiwu muttered in a low voice, "Why can't I wake up?"

He touched the man's face, and his body temperature was slightly higher than normal, but he didn't have a fever anymore.

Even though he knew that his spiritual power was useless, he still stubbornly wanted to transfer his spiritual power to the man, but it was still eaten up by the black shadow.

He stopped in discouragement, as if he was nurturing a black shadow, it was of no benefit to the man.

"Human beings are so troublesome, they don't even have an automatic body defense." The little rabbit monster complained to himself: "You can't forcefully enter your sea of ​​consciousness, otherwise you may become stupid, but if you don't enter, I don't know what you are doing now." What's wrong."

No one responded to him. After an unknown period of time, the man's brows frowned slightly, and his expression changed, as if he was resisting something.

Shi Gui Wuban lay on the quilt and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Of course no one answered.

Seeing the man's expression getting more and more uncomfortable, showing signs of being stupefied, Shi Guiwu hesitated, but still put his hand on the man's forehead and closed his eyes.

"Let's go in and have a look, I hope the resistance will not be too strong."

A ball of light flew from the little rabbit demon's fingertips, and after flying around in mid-air, it suddenly fell into the man's eyebrows, and the unconscious man let out a muffled groan.

To Shi Guiwu's surprise, the man's sea of ​​consciousness didn't reject him at all. As soon as he entered, he felt a gentle tolerance, as if welcoming him and guiding him forward.

Although human beings cannot cultivate, the sea of ​​consciousness still exists. Everyone's sea of ​​consciousness is different. Shi Guiwu saw that the man's sea of ​​consciousness was pitch black, not even a ray of light.

He walked forward with the impetus from somewhere, unable to measure time in the darkness, he didn't know how long he had walked, and finally saw a little light in front of him, Shi Guiwu's spirit was shaken, and he ran towards the light with all his strength.

When he ran to the junction of light and darkness, the scene around him suddenly changed. He appeared on the street of the bazaar, and the crowds were so lively, it was different from the scenes he had experienced.

Shi Guiwu was a little unresponsive, until he was bumped violently while standing in the road, and fell to the ground.

"Do you have eyes, boy, are you waiting in the middle of the road to trip me?"

A big man in civilian clothes carrying a pair of baskets bumped into Shi Guiwu, stopped and scolded for a while, and spit again before leaving when he saw Shi Guiwu didn't respond.

Shi Guiwu stood up in a daze to avoid being stepped on by others, and walked to the side of the road. The surrounding buildings were completely different from the modern ones. They were all made of wood. Many small vendors set up stalls on the side of the road and shouted. All had long hair and long robes.

This is... the human world in the past?

That is, the ancient times in the human mouth.

This is the depths of the man's sea of ​​consciousness, and he realized that this was a man's dream.

Isn't it a nightmare?

What is this doing?Why can he be seen and touched by the virtual person in the dream?

Dazed at the spot for a while, Shi Guiwu was clueless and decided to move forward, carefully avoiding the crowd.

This street is very bustling, and the vendors can't see the end at a glance, and the people are crowded together. Fortunately, it is cloudy now, and it is not too uncomfortable for Shi Guiwu to be crowded in the crowd.

This road seemed to have no end, and he walked for a long time without finishing it. When Shi Gui Wu was wondering, a voice with a smile suddenly came from the front left.

"Shall we buy this?"

The crisp and playful boyish voice, with the ending turned up like a hook, Shi Guiwu followed the prestige to look, and there was a crowd of people crowded at the mask stand, but he could recognize who was speaking at a glance.

They were two men, one tall and one short. The tall man turned his back to him and couldn't see his face clearly. He lowered his head slightly and seemed to be looking at the people around him.

The shorter boy was the one who spoke, holding a thin rabbit mask in his hand and not letting go, expressing his desire.

He raised his head slightly to talk to the tall man, his profile met Shi Guiwu's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up because of his smile, with a sense of familiarity.

Shi Gui Wu took two steps in the direction of the mask booth in disbelief, wanting to confirm what he saw.

However, the two soon put on different masks, covering their faces except for their eyes.

In the crowd, the tall man held the boy's hand without hesitation, as if he couldn't see other people's pointing fingers.

"you……"

Shi Guiwu walked behind the two of them, moved his lips, but only uttered sporadic words, the words stuck in his throat like thorns and he couldn't utter them.

"Well, what's the matter?" Hearing his voice, the young man in a bright white robe turned to look at him in doubt, his black eyes gleaming with water behind the mask.

The tall man also looked sideways at him coldly, faintly impatient.

Both of them are very familiar, who are they?

Shi Guiwu was stunned for a long time before he recovered his voice, and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I mistook the person."

The young man was lively, he smiled and said it was all right, he dragged the man into the crowd, the looming figure passing by each stall would have a bunch of things in his hands, and they were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd and lost their traces.

Inexplicably, Shi Guiwu felt a little lost.

Still no clue till now, is this dream painful for men?

After standing still for a while, Gui Wu raised his foot and was about to move forward, but the scene changed again. This time the environment was obviously not as bright as before, but turned into a depressing and thick black red.

He moved his feet, and there was the sound of stones rolling down the void. He subconsciously looked down and broke out in a cold sweat.

He was actually standing on the edge of a cliff, the bottom was bottomless, blocked by a thick layer of white mist.

He took a few steps back to make sure he wouldn't fall, and his pounding heart calmed down.

The wind on the edge of the cliff was so strong that it hurt people's cheeks. It was clearly a dream, but everything was so real.

When he turned around, there were two people squatting a few steps away. To be precise, they were squatting and lying down. Their faces were not covered by anything, but Shi Guiwu still couldn't see their faces clearly.

Intuition told him that the two met at the market just now.

Soon the boy who was lying down made a sound to verify his intuition. It was the boy wearing a rabbit mask, lying weakly in the man's arms. Looking closely, his abdomen seemed to be dyed a little red, and he was hugged tightly by the man.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

The boy's voice was no longer crisp, and he raised his hand to touch the man's face with difficulty.

The man lowered his head and repeated in a daze: "It's my fault."

"I hurt you."

"No, it's not you." The boy took a breath and said seriously: "You looked at me, you didn't do it, you just lost control and were controlled by the demon in your body, you are still kind."

"Besides, I may not necessarily die. I have a strong recovery ability and will recover soon. Just wait for me."

The wind picked up dust from the edge of the cliff, and loose stones rumbled down.

The boy's voice gradually lowered: "Don't be sad, I will come to you when I wake up, you have to wait for me..."

Those slender wrists gradually fell to the ground. Under the man's desperate eyes, the boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As if not aware of Shi Guiwu's existence, the man held the boy who was gradually losing his body temperature and stayed there for a long time, then slowly stood up, a dagger appeared in his hand at some point.

The man stared at the sleeping boy, and said in a hoarse voice, "You won't die, I won't let you die."

The dagger in his hand drew an afterimage in mid-air, sinking into the man's chest.