Xiao Shanyu thought about something, then remembered something, and snorted faintly, "If you can't kill Shao Yan at the autumn banquet, I will not believe you anymore. There are so many hungry geese and wolves in our grassland. Guess whether they like your meat."

Zhou Yuanmo smiled lightly, bowed his head and bowed, and agreed, "Don't worry, Xiao Shanyu, I will take Shao Yan's life at the autumn banquet."

His eyes were full of time, and the killing aura echoed decisively.

This expression fell into Ning Nanyou's eyes, which shocked him.

How come this dream, every scene, every painting, every word and every action, is becoming more and more real? It makes him almost unable to tell whether it is a reality or a dream.

He was panicked and desolate.

Zhou Yuanmo was ruthless and arbitrary. Since childhood, he had to do whatever he wanted to do.

Ning Nan felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he always felt that this dream would indicate something to him.

Xiao Shanyu and Zhou Yuanmo looked at each other, and the air suddenly became quiet. Ning Nanyou came back to his senses and found an abnormality. He looked over again in a blink of an eye. The scene in the dream seemed to be frozen, motionless.

He frowned and looked around, feeling strange in his heart, and saw with his own eyes that the scene in front of him was torn into pieces by some magical power and turned into ashes.

The surrounding scenes disappeared with the tent, and then took him to the border town.

The familiar scenery of this small town, the wind and sand that rolled up covered his eyes, and he could hardly see the road ahead.

In the chaos, he heard the sound of Lu Li's jade pendants jingling and colliding together, and his eyes passed with the sound.

Not far away, a beautiful girl in a long red dress with a beautiful appearance was held by a tall and mighty general. The two rushed past him and almost waited for his reaction, and disappeared.

Ning Nanyou subconsciously chased after him, and the scene around him skillfully transformed with the steps under his feet.

In an instant, he came to Deng Qing's Protectorate's Mansion. At this moment, the sky was dark and it was sunk into the darkness.

But this luxurious mansion is brightly lit and bright as daytime.

Ning Nanyou's eyes paused, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the hall where the sound of silk and bamboo music came.

Many servants and maids in the mansion were carrying many wine and food, walking back and forth in the reception courtyard of the main hall. The elegant and pleasant sound of piano, flute, jaw, and mixed ensembles were like mountain sounds and springs.

The brilliant lights set off the graceful posture of the dancers, with long sleeves flying, floating like leaves, and dazzling makeup on the forehead.

In the middle of the dancer, there was a beautiful girl wearing a bright red wide-sleeved dance dress, wearing colorful ribbons, dancing among the flowers. A shocking look attracted the men present to look at each other.

Her dancing style is like a wind, flying high, fluttering clothes and light body.

Such dazzling Jiang Chengjia made Ning Nanyou's heart pound.

Just as he was obsessed with the girl's dancing, he suddenly realized that the wind was blowing in front of the hall, and the candles lit on both sides of the screen were blown out halfway. On the table in the corner of the guest room, a man kicked over the desk table, turned over, holding a sharp sword with a cold light, and stabbed the extraordinary red dancer in front of the court.

Ning Nan was worried as if the waves were surging, and he could not resist the reaction in his mind. He subconsciously stepped forward and blocked the girl.

The silver sword pierced his body directly and penetrated hard into the girl in red.

Ning Nanyou lowered his head in shock, and then he realized that he was like a floating soul, completely unaffected by the sharp sword.

He turned his head and looked at the girl.

The woman's red dress was wet. She was surprised and her expression of pain pierced into his heart like countless arrows.

She seemed to be saying something, her soft lips opened and closed twice, and fell down in front of him weakly.

Ning Nanyou was in a panic and rushed forward, trying to hug her.

But his body flashed invisibly, and he grabbed his long arm without hugging anything.

A sad and despair surged into his heart, making him tremble.

The screams in his ears were intertwined and his consciousness gradually drifted away as if he had been pulled away.

A cool air suddenly poured into my chest.

Ning Nanyou suddenly opened his eyes and blinked, with some moisture staining at the corners of his eyes, making his eyelashes a little thicker.

He felt apprehensive and turned around and looked at the bedside, and found that the bedding beside him was already empty.

Ning Nan was worried about chaos, so he immediately stood up and went around to look for it. From the side of the bed, he saw a slim girl combed her makeup in front of the dressing table in front of the bronze mirror.

He stood up, rushed towards her very quickly, and couldn't wait to hug her from behind.

Jiang Chengjia was startled, his face turned pale unconsciously, and then blamed him: "Erlang, what are you doing?"

Ning Nanyou was sweating profusely and murmured to himself: "Aluo.Aluo! Don't leave me in the future."

The husband muttered himself. Jiang Chengjia looked at him from the bronze mirror and found that he was sweating profusely. He turned around, hugged him gently, and asked with concern: "Is it because he had a nightmare?"

Ning Nan was worried and still scared. He stared at the girl's flowery face, unable to contain his panic and hugged her hard in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his bones.

Jiang Chengjia was held too tightly and almost couldn't breathe. He pushed him with his hand and said, "Erlang, let go, I can't breathe. Don't do this."

He was like he had lost his soul, and he was muttering in her ears, but he just didn't let go.

Until he realized that the beauty in his arms was about to be suffocated by him, he quietly let go of his arm, then knelt in front of her, and looked up at her.

Jiang Chengjia felt that he was inexplicably confused. It was obvious that his eyes seemed to be lit up, as if they had cried, and they were wet, pitiful and cute, so he immediately couldn't bear to blame him.

"You must have a nightmare, right? Could it be... Is it a dream that I will die? When I wake up, I hug me in fear?" She was just a joke, but she just stimulated the young man in front of her.

A trace of sadness rose in the Langjun's eyes again, he lowered his head and held her hand tightly.

She died miserably like a withered flower... This scene that made him panic has appeared twice in his dream.

It seemed as if God had given him some warning, which made his scalp numb and his whole body tremble.

He lowered his head for a long time, but when he raised his head, he stood up, kneeled on the ground with his legs, and moved two steps toward the dressing table. As if after careful consideration, he found a bright red rope from the dressing box at the girl's house.

Jiang Chengjia's eyes were puzzled and he looked at his series of actions without saying a word.

After Ning Nanyou got the red rope, he quickly knelt down and sat back in front of her, then stretched out his left hand and forced the Hetian jade ring on his thumb.

He has been carrying this ring since he was seven years old, so that his left thumb is still as thin as a child's thumb, exactly the same as his other nine fingers.

The ring was too small, and he was very anxious when he took it off, so that a dark red blood color was scratched on his thumb.

Jiang Chengjia immediately paused his eyes and exclaimed: "What are you doing? Doesn't it hurt like this?"

She hurried forward, held his left hand, and immediately said with mist in her eyes: "Are you just hurting yourself like this?"

The girl was holding some treasure and carefully blew the wound on his thumb, showing a look of heartache.

Ning Nanyou's eyes were deep. He looked at her for a while before pulling his hand out of her palm. Then he passed the red rope in his hand through the Hetian jade ring, and skillfully and lightly tied a series of exquisite knots at both ends of the rope.

He raised the ring in his hand to Jiang Chengjia and said gently, "I'll put it on for you, okay?"

Jiang Chengjia was stunned. In his warm and tender smile, he nodded stupidly and murmured: "Okay."

Ning Nanyou chuckled, then stood behind her, bent down with a deep voice. The red rope passed through the girl's hair and stopped between her snow-white neck. He carefully put the red rope jade pendant on her.

Jiang Chengjia groped, pinched the ring, and then looked down and saw a lifelike jade phoenix carved on the outside of the Hetian jade, blooming in a charming and splendid style.

She curled the corners of her mouth and asked, "Why did you suddenly put this on me? Don't you, do you value this ring very much?"

Ning Nanyou squatted in front of her again, looked up at her and said, "Because I cherish it, I want to give it to you."

Jiang Chengjia's agile eyes flashed, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

She said shyly, "I understand, do you think there is no other token between us except the crabapple jade bracelet I used to be, so you want to make up for it now?"

Ning Nanyou was stunned and thought to himself that although the little lady would have misunderstood, this reason seemed to be good. So he laughed and said, "You can think so too."

The girl giggled and said softly: "Then I will embroider another purse for you another day. The purse I embroidered for you last time was so angry that Li Xiangjun only embroidered it, so she has no sincerity."

Ning Nanyou nodded softly, looked at her affectionately, and refused to let go of her eyes.

Jiang Chengjia felt something was wrong with him, so he asked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look at me today and you always feel like you won't see you soon. It's so scary."

Ning Nanyou's eyes, as thick as butterfly wings, trembled, his breathing slightly stopped, and then he hugged her in his arms again and said softly: "Little fool."

The two of them were sweet for a while, and they were in love with each other. The warm atmosphere rose in the house, and they were ambiguous and lingering.

Men and women surrounded each other and went around, and they were about to return to the bed.

When the heat was steaming, a call suddenly came from outside the door: "Girl! Young Master! Are you awake?"

Immediately afterwards, a rapid knock on the door sounded.

The men and women who had half-devoured their clothes all turned pale.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Jiang Chengjia stared at Ning Nanyou's black and smelly expression, laughing in her heart, and couldn't help laughing. Seeing that he refused to get up, his cold palms were still rubbing against her waist, he couldn't help but say angrily: "My husband, get up quickly. Maybe, what news did Qianshan get from Lu Xun."
Chapter completed!