And Tan Jiu, when she was worried in her heart, stretched out his hand in front of her.

She hesitated for half a second, and then, fearing that he would regret it, quickly put her finger on his pulse.

"Let me dream, and take the pulse?" Tan Jiu's voice seemed to come from a distant place, tightly grasping the hearts of the people around him.

Fan Lingshu's breathing was a little apprehensive, and she picked up a more careful sentence and said: "The physical condition of the city lord is related to the quality of the dream, if the body is not good, the dream may not be maintained, after all, forcibly creating a dream is a very energy-consuming thing." ”

"Oh." Tan Jiu was noncommittal, and there were no more words.

The torches were bright, and they were so close that Van Lingshu was afraid that she would see what he was looking under his cloak, so he quickly took the pulse and withdrew his hand.

A layer of cold sweat gradually broke out on his back.

"What's wrong?" Tan Jiu asked lazily.

Although the tone was gentle, it made the Van Lingshu feel as if he was choked by the throat.

"Nope." Van Lingshu said reluctantly.

"So, can you still make me dream?"

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, the answer was quick and firm.

The puppeteer tilted his head slightly, looking at her with something else in his eyes.

Then he smiled, and even the transparent flower on his cheek came alive, and Van Lingshu quickly glanced at it, and the flower looked very much like the Euphany.

"Then you go and get ready."

"Yes." Van Lingshu picked up the torch and prepared to retreat.

"This one stays." Tan Jiu raised his head and looked at the light of the torch.

Under the warm halo, his gray eyes had a kind of youthful clarity and innocence, but Fan Lingshu knew that this was an illusion, he was a strong man who would not be soft-hearted even if he slaughtered everything.

She left quickly, and only the moment she exited the courtyard gate did she have the courage to look back at him.

The aperture of the torch was actually very small, only illuminating a small piece of bright space, and the young man sat there with his chin propped up, his face was already obscure in the light, and no one dared to approach it in a murderous cold condition, only the little puppet made of wood stood at his feet, trying to tilt his head up on the coconut shell, as if to feel the little light and warmth with him.

The picture was sad for no reason, but soon the sourness in my heart was dispelled by the boundless cold around me.

She shuddered, tightened her cloak, and hurried to the outside of the City Lord's Mansion.

At night, the entire city of Jackdaw became a dead city.

There were no lights, no voices, all the silence seemed to have disappeared, and all the noise of the day had turned into cold ashes.

Van Lingshu walked slowly in the night, and with a touch of his fingertips, a glimmer of fire lit up.

The light of the fire is much brighter than that of the torch, and the area that can be seen is greater.

The cold wind was blowing, and it only made the fingertips of the fire jump slightly, and the flame of spiritual power condensation, the ordinary wind could not blow.

She frowned slightly, and vaguely heard a whimper from the wind in the distance...... Accompanied by some kind of swallowing sound.

The hairs on her body stood on end, and she hurriedly followed the voice.

"Ahh

She quickly walked over to look at the man, and by the light of the fire she saw the marks of a bite on his neck—a precise bite through an artery!

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