The boss' dandelion has become fine!

In the endless black tide, the only boy who was shining slowly turned his head.

The young man seemed a little surprised, the tip of his round nose moved, his almond-shaped eyes with extremely beautiful contours turned around nimbly, his dark pupils were like black pearls soaked in snow water, his moist and light red lips were slightly parted blankly, his expression was ignorant and Innocent.

The milk-gold short hair is fluffy, with a light shimmer of stars, shining against the young man's white and crystal-clear skin, and in the middle of the short hair, which is soft and fluffy and looks very good to the touch, there is a star on top. Feng Chang is all too familiar with the tender and cute little dandelion buds.

Feng Chang held his breath, for fear that he would suddenly disturb this elf-like boy.

Pu Xiaoguai stared at the black mist behind him in surprise.

This is Feng Chang's nightmare. The color of the nightmare is always dark and terrifying. The dense fog like sea waves gathers and disperses to obstruct the sight. Pu Xiaoguai opened his clear round eyes wide, but under the fog behind him In the middle, I saw a vague figure!

The figure only had a faint outline, but it was tall and majestic. Even though it was covered by layers of thick fog, it still exuded a chilling bloody aura.

The figure was holding a broken knife, his hair was disheveled, and his blood-stained battle armor was damaged and incomplete. He stood in the sea of ​​corpses and looked at him quietly.

With a glimpse of the figure, Pu Xiaoguai's heart tightened instantly!

Is it the ghost of an ancient general? !

he is……

hateful!A familiar feeling approached his lips, but he couldn't remember who the figure was!

At this moment, I found that Pu Xiaoguai's distracted mind suddenly moved!

The big black air seized the momentary opportunity, and in the roaring black air, thousands of troops and horses galloped over, rushing over with great momentum!

Pu Xiaoguai was startled, and the Howler behind him let out a deep roar, ready to fight!

However, at the next moment, in the black mist behind Pu Xiaoguai, the figure with the broken knife tightly in his hand moved!

Feng Chang didn't know what he was doing, but when he felt that something in the nightmare was going to hurt the little Dandelion, he suddenly rushed out with a rage!

He wants to protect the little dandelion!

Pu Xiaoguai's eyes widened, and she watched helplessly as the souls of the dead, engulfed in soaring evil spirits, charged thousands of miles away towards the black energy of thousands of horses and horses!

It seems that on the battlefield that stretches for thousands of miles, the two armies are confronting each other, and they both show the momentum of death!

The black mist exploded, tumbling up and down, like a hurricane, like a thunderbolt. After a few rounds, the dead soul raised the broken knife and chopped off the head of the black energy hidden in the black mist!

The bloody general held his bleeding head in his hand, and turned his head to look at Pu Xiaoguai.

Pu Xiaoguai swallowed her saliva, and rolled her eyes, "Hurry up, get angry!"

The Roaring Beast shook its long ears and roared into the sky. The permeating black mist instantly became cold and cold. The dark arms stretched out, grabbing the head with one hand, and grabbing the silent dead soul with the other.

"No! He's not!" Pu Xiaoguai stood in front of the dead soul and stammered to explain, "He's a good man! Don't take him away!"

His arms were bent, as if he was carefully discerning Pu Xiaoguai's words.

After hesitating for a moment, the arm retracted the halo, and the halo floating in mid-air shrank into a small light spot again, grabbed the little black rabbit and brought it back, and it disappeared completely.

The roaring black mist quickly calmed down, Pu Xiaoguai stiffened her neck, turned her head inch by inch, and stared at the dead soul behind her.

Feng Chang smiled.

His little dandelion is so cute.

However, he was also very brave in the dream.

Feng Chang clenched his fists, this dream is absolutely perfect!

He turned out to be a brave and invincible ancient general with a tragic atmosphere!

Look at the blood-stained armor, the messy hair, the broken knife damaged in battle, and the ability to kill ruthlessly for the little dandelion... Feng Chang felt that he was so handsome in his dream!

He quietly stared at Pu Xiaoguai who was close at hand, his heart moved, he suddenly stretched out his hand, regardless of the blood all over his body, he hugged him tightly.

He'd wanted to do this a long time ago.

Every time he sees an anthropomorphic picture drawn by others, and every time he fantasizes that his little dandelion is a human being, he wants to hug the little dandelion and say thank you to him.

There is a saying that if you stay with people for a long time, you will fall in love with dogs.

He was also betrayed and framed several times by the person he trusted the most, and his gratitude to Little Dandelion became even deeper.

"...Thank you." Feng Chang said these two words as he wished.

But the voice was rough and hoarse, as if the soul that had been sleeping for a long time had suddenly awakened, and the muscles that were completely uncontrollable were being torn stiffly, and it was difficult to spit out two words.

Pu Xiaoguai swallowed her saliva, smelled the bloody smell from the dead soul, and said softly, "No...no need."

It was you who helped me defeat the black air!

No, strictly speaking, it was Feng Chang himself who defeated the black air.

He didn't know what was going on with the dead soul in front of him, but his appearance like a ghost made him feel extremely at ease.

It was as if...we had known each other before.

Pu Xiaoguai gently pushed the dead soul, and with a snap, the rusty shoulder armor fell off.

Pu Xiaoguai: ...

Feng Chang: ...

"It's all right," Pu Xiaoguai picked up the shoulder armor and rubbed it on his body to remove the blood stains on it. He wanted to put it on again, but with a snap, his arm fell off.

Pu Xiaoguai: ……………

Pu Xiaoguai was dumbfounded!

The silly little boy, with his dark eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief, bit his pink lips lightly, like a good boy who has made a mistake and is trying to figure out how to make it up.

Feng Chang tried his best to hook the corners of his lips, raised his other hand stiffly, connected his own arm, and reached out to touch the green leaves on the boy's head.

Lu Ya trembled, and rubbed his fingers very affectionately.

"Go," Feng Chang held out his hand to Pu Xiaoguai, "I... will take you... out..."

Subconsciously, he felt that this was not a good place.

Even he himself was trapped here, without his guidance, the clean and shining young man would not be able to get out at all.

And this place shouldn't be like this.

It should be full of sunshine and breeze, undisturbed and leisurely, and his little dandelion should not stand among the corpses and wreckage all over the place, getting his feet dirty.

Pu Xiaoguai soon realized this problem.

This is Feng Chang's deep dream. Here, except for the owner's permission, intruders cannot get out no matter what.

However, Feng Chang's deep dream, how could it be... such a place?

Pu Xiaoguai bit her lip, her white brows wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and even the green hair on the top of her head shook in confusion.

But this kind of thing can't be figured out in a short time, Pu Xiaoguai stretched out his hand, and put his tender little hand in the palm of the dead soul.

Pu Xiaoguai's fingers are very slender and long, just like the small leaves of the body, slender and beautiful, the joints are round and cute, even the nails are slightly pink, the soft white and tender hands are carefully and cherished in a full In the dusty and bloody palms, the milky white and black mud contrasted sharply. The dead soul was stunned, and then tore off a few pieces of clothes that looked clean, and wrapped Pu Xiaoguai's clean little hands.

Pu Xiaoguai stared blankly at the dead soul who seemed to have known him before, and looked down at his carefully wrapped hands, suddenly his nose became sore and his eyes turned red.

Treating him so carefully...how could he be!

In the entangled fog, Feng Chang took Pu Xiaoguai's soft and light hand, dragged his legs staggeringly, and led him to the exit step by step.

Under the guidance of the souls of the dead, the long, endless road slowly showed the appearance of an exit.

Feng Chang looked at the way out in the thick fog, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He stood sideways to one side, erected a statue, and signaled Pu Xiaoguai to go out by himself.

Pu Xiaoguai blinked, "What about you? You're not leaving?"

Feng Chang shook his head, his bones rubbed against each other, making a rusty creaking sound, then he stretched out his hand and touched the green leaf on top of Pu Xiaoguai's head again.

Pu Xiaoguai blinked, then suddenly stood on tiptoe, and gently hugged the tall dead soul.

"Thank you," the young man's voice was soft and waxy, with a bit of rustling crying, "Thank you."

This is Feng Chang's dream.

Even in the dream, this human being is protecting him!

The sky was about to dawn, the dream shook and turned into countless mottled color patches, the body of the dead soul faded a little, raised a hand, put it slowly on Pu Xiaoguai's vest, and pushed it.

It seems to be responding to his embrace, and it seems to be silently urging.

Pu Xiaoguai had to leave.

If Feng Chang wakes up at this time, he will be trapped here until Feng Chang dreams of this place next time and takes him away.

But this kind of deep dream, people never have the chance to dream a few times in a lifetime.

Pu Xiaoguai waved her hand, turned her back, and ran towards the exit in a few steps!

The dream was turned upside down, just as Pu Xiaoguai returned to the flowerpot, Feng Chang stretched his waist and woke up.

He seemed to have had a pretty good dream, and he was in a good mood, and he almost wanted to go to heaven.

It's just that my body is a little sore, as if I had been beaten with someone all night, and there is still a little warm and soft touch in my palm, and I don't know what I touched in my dream.

Feng Chang stared at the ceiling for a while.

Strange, why can't I remember it at all?

The author has something to say: Feng Chang: Oh, this dream is interesting.

感谢在2021-09-0723:49:01~2021-09-0821:38:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Sang Nan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!