Sheng Lingyuan sighed, he could not directly stop Xuan Ji from thinking.

Because people's thoughts, especially after falling asleep, cannot be reasonable. As long as someone mentions something, whether it is to make him think or to stop him think, the effect is the same. Sometimes the more he says he can't think, the more he can't help thinking.

At this time, there were only sporadic witch man curses in Xuan Ji's dream. Sheng Lingyuan probably said "Don't recall the shocking souls", the shocking souls would be everywhere in the dream.

What kind of way can I divert his attention?

"Xiao Ji," Sheng Lingyuan tried to speak in the sea of ​​consciousness connected, "What did you ask me to do in your dream?"

Xuan Ji was extremely sensitive to his voice. As soon as Sheng Lingyuan spoke, his voice was so stimulating that the sky and earth immediately changed in his dream. The universe contracted back to the singularity and exploded again.

The flat-haired choir, the Vermilion Bird Feather Greenhouse... turned into broken light in an instant, and the chaotic dreams that overlapped each other instantly contracted and condensed.

Sheng Lingyuan just wanted to dispel the witch man's curse, but he didn't expect Xuan Ji to react so much. He was confused when he saw the dream master revealing a new dream.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Some people know to have some face when they are awake, but it’s good to fall asleep, and they just tore their shame upwards.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes hurt - especially the protagonist is still himself: "...being arrogant."

Sure enough, the dissuasion in the dream was all reverse effect. After hearing the word "indiscriminate", Xuan Ji's dream of being imaginative became even more presumptuous.

Just be casual, spring dreams are better than nightmares.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't control him, so he decided to be out of sight and was upset, slipped back to the barrier, and prepared to soak someone's head in ice water when he woke up tomorrow morning.

Just as he was about to turn his hand back and close the screen, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Sheng Lingyuan turned around and was surprised to see Xuan Ji "shrinking" and turned into a teenager in his teenager. He smiled at him with his hands behind his back, and his eyes bent into crescent moons, as bright as it should be.

Sheng Lingyuan reached out his hand to lift the boy's chin, twisted the little Xuan Ji's head, and pointed to the "demons danced around" outside: "Stop doing this for me, how can I pretend to be pure?"

The young man Xuan Ji looked at his finger in confusion, and no picture was reflected in his clear pupils: "What, Lingyuan?"

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned and subconsciously let go.

The young man Xuan Ji quickly threw it behind his head, took out his hand behind him, and showed off a small wooden mask: "Arojin said they were going to celebrate the Evil Elimination Festival. There was a witch man curse behind the wooden mask. Do you think I was carving well?"

Sheng Lingyuan took it and saw a blurred "shock" slowly floating behind the wooden mask.

Okay, the beautiful dream has become a spring dream. He can actually find a Gala to "review" the witch man curse. Why didn't he work hard when he was young?

Sheng Lingyuan sighed and wiped off the "Shock" that would be formed behind the mask: "How can the mask of the Evil Festival be engraved with evil curse? Carve a knife for me."

There are everything in the dream, and he calls it "Caring Knife", and the Caring Knife will come immediately.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and turned the screen door into a short door pier, sat down and carefully portrayed behind the mask.

It seems that he has also become the boy of that year.

"I haven't seen this curse before, what's at this moment?"

"This is not a mantra, it is called a prayer for the witch." Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "What is engraved is 'health and happiness'."

"Where is me! Brother Lingyuan, I want it too!"

Sheng Lingyuan's hand trembled, and the blade almost went astray. He looked up in shock and saw the sixteen-year-old Alujin. Alujin was shorter than Xuan Ji, who was the same age. He jumped up and hooked Xuan Ji's shoulder. Xuan Ji was thrown away disgusted and didn't care. He just surrounded Sheng Lingyuan for a mask.

The prayer engraved behind the mask that Sheng Lingyuan carved him was "Worry-free for a hundred years".

But the half of the prayer was burned, leaving only half of the face.

"Brother, on the evening of the Evil Festival, you will have to take your father and brother to a place with moonlight to travel at night. My father can't come, so you can take me there!"

The old patriarch is still alive in his dream.

The young man Xuan Ji stopped doing it: "Why should I take you? Is it also taking me. Is there no brother in your clan? Come and rob me of Lingyuan."

Aluojin: "He is not your brother, why should he take you?"

"It's me...I..." Xiao Xuanji grunted for several times, but didn't say "brother", "My!"

Aluojin: "I call him Brother Lingyuan, what are your name?"

"It's mine if I don't call you! Besides, I've called you before! That's the rest of me, please queue up!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "...get away from me."

The two of them rolled aside in response, howled and cursed each other and started to tease each other's heads.

It seems that I will make up for the owed three thousand years.

When it was bright, Sheng Lingyuan had just finished carving two wood-carved masks.

One is "healthy and happy", the other is "worry-free for a hundred years".

He opened his eyes, brushed away the feathers stained with his body, pulled his hair out of Xuan Ji's teeth-gripping mouth, and breathed a long sigh. He felt that Xuan Ji's words might make sense.
Chapter completed!