This was the first day Ji Nian'er came to Yiguo. She seemed a little busy. She didn't want to always be entangled in those unknown things. She gave Cai Ling a few words and went to bed to rest. She had no nightlife. She had no father's company in the past. She always stayed alone in the apartment, either meditating and resting, or lying in the bathtub. Ji Nian'er touched the demon-locking bell on her ankle. From the day she brought it, the bell could not be picked. The sound of the bell was not as crisp as before. Her fingers touched the crack on the bell. Her heart

The dirty suddenly tightened like an electric shock. He held his hands tightly. Ji Nian'er kept taking deep breaths, adjusting her emotions, warning herself not to think about the painful things again, and not to let herself lose control. However, the cracks on the bell were like wounds that were pulled open in her heart. How could the pain in her heart be suppressed? The color of her nails began to darken again, and her fingertips stretched out and poked out the palm of her hand, and the tail behind her jumped out, swept across her cheeks as comfortingly. Ji Nian'er hugged her head, trembling with her shoulders, and cried silently. Dad.

The night of crying bitterly seemed particularly long. One night after another, Ji Nian'er thought that one day such a day would end, the sunset and stars would continue, as if she had been standing there, and everything around her was just happening repeatedly around her. The blood stained with her hands was getting more and more, and her control was getting worse and worse. She was very scared and lonely. She didn't know what she had done after she cried every time. The demon-locking bell changed from silver to light gray, and the killing never stopped. At this moment, Ji Nian'er, who turned into a fox, touched the tears on her face in disgust, turned around and raised her tail and disappeared in the room.

At this moment, Boshangnan was already asleep and did not notice the steps passing through his roof. It was rare that he did not summon his pet concubine today. I don’t know if he was tired or why, but he soon entered his dream.

Opening his eyes, Bo Shangnan was in a bamboo forest. There was a small thatched hut in front of him. The fence made of bamboo and rattan at the door surrounded a small yard. There were many shelves in the garden. Although Bo Shangnan was very clear that this was in his dream, he could still smell the faint fragrance of herbs. He walked to the door of the yard and reached out to push open the door of the yard, but his palm passed through the bamboo door. Bo Shangnan hesitated for a moment and walked directly through the bamboo door and walked into the yard. The yard was actually not big. In addition to some shelves, there were two very exquisite bamboo cages. It was not entirely said that they were cages, because there was no cage door, and it was just a mouth, as if it was convenient to enter and exit. Bo Shangnan squatted in front of the cage. He always felt very familiar. He wanted to touch the cage, but couldn't do it.

Behind him, cheerful steps and pleasant whistles came. Boshangnan turned around and saw a young man carrying a load full of herbs, walking lightly towards the hut. He pushed open the bamboo door, placed the load on the corner of the yard, skillfully spread the herbs onto the shelf. It seemed that this man was the owner of the yard. The man looked at the place where Boshangnan was squatting, shook his head, and started doing his own thing again. After about a stick of incense, the man remembered something and shouted in the direction of the forest.

"You two are not back yet? I won't give you food tonight."

As the man's voice slowly disappeared, a rumbling sound of running came from the forest, which was not the sound of human footsteps. Soon, the two fiery red sounds confirmed Bershannan's idea.

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