Reality and Dreams (I)

Blood, blood all over the ground.

When Qiao Qiao entered the dream, the ground he stepped on became wet.

The dream was pitch black, and there was a faint scream from a woman.

Qiao Qiao was so scared that she felt numb all over and there was a smell of blood. She walked a few more steps forward and felt that her shoes were about to be soaked.

"ah--"

When Qiao Qiao lowered her head, she realized that she was walking on the ground with blood.

She was startled and hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly to the side, but found that the blood spread throughout the area and she had nowhere to hide.

"Are you Lianting?"

A sound came from the darkness. Qiao Qiao looked at the sound and saw a piece of light and shadow not far away. She ran to the place where there was light. The next second, a large red ball appeared in her sight. The dazzling color of Qiao Qiao's eyes hurt, and she couldn't help but squint.

When she got used to the light here, she found herself standing in the pavilion of Chengbi Lake. The woman in red standing next to her was Heming, who had only seen once.

At this time, she was still very young, with charming eyes and raised her chin high like a proud peacock.

"I heard that you and Yan Rong are good friends, but the so-called friend comes to snatch a man from her. It's really a joke to tell her."

Following Heming's sight, Qiao Qiao saw the woman standing by the bridge, both wearing a red dress, not as dazzling as Heming. She actually had a floating fairy style in her dress.

After hearing Heming's ridicule, Lian Ting smiled slightly, sprinkled all the fish food in her hands, and turned around and left.

"Hey, stop for me!"

He Ming had a really big temper when he was young, and he could easily get angry by Lian Ting.

When she saw Lian ignore her, she rushed to her and Qiao Qiao ran over, but she stood between them and carefully observed their appearance.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want if you are a saint of the witch clan. I tell you, this is the Jing Empire, and you will have to marry here..."

"Shh——Be quiet."

Lianting pressed a finger on Heming's lips. After Heming's mouth was blocked by her, he immediately changed his face. He jumped away and was about to hit the back of Lianting's hand. However, Lianting reacted a little faster than her and took her back before she could.

"You bitch, who will let you touch me!"

Heming probably wanted to hit Lianting, but Lianting was quick and easy to hide from her. She avoided Heming while walking towards the shore. Heming behind her cursed at her, and even wanted to push her into the water.

Lianting took action when Heming scolded Yan Rong. She suddenly turned around and scared Heming. In an instant, she was pressed on the edge of the wooden bridge. Lianting looked at her with a smile and asked softly: "Who did you scold just now?"

"I'm scolding you two little bitches!"

"You and Yanrong are not good things. A princess of the empire and a saint of the witch clan, who came shamelessly to compete with me for a man. What's the point?

Are you good sisters?

Does it feel great if two girls are fit and one husband?...ah!"

Heming was so nagging that even Qiao Qiao couldn't help but slap her in the void. However, Lian Ting was even more cruel than her, so she pushed her into the lake directly.

"I don't know if it's good to be a two-woman girl. I just know that I feel so happy when I see you fall into the lake."

The breeze blew, and the layers of skirts on Lianting's body were swept up. Qiao Qiao stood beside Lianting and saw Heming thrust in the water a few times, then floated up again.

"Lian, you dare to push me into the water? Do you know me..."

"Do you think my eyes are beautiful?"

Heming can swim, and the two are located very close to the shore.

Lian Ting stayed there when Heming was swimming to the shore. She didn't seem to think of letting Heming go simply. When she heard that she was still cursing at herself, she squatted on the shore and pointed her eyes with her fingers, and asked with a smile: "Do you think my eyes look good or yours?"

"You, what do you mean?

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Heming wanted to come out of the lake angrily, but when he touched the shore, Lianting pushed him again. Seeing her falling into the lake again, Lianting stood up and smiled gently at her.

"What do I mean? Don't you know if you go back and look in the mirror?"

Lianting in the dream in the past is alienated and elegant. This is the first time Qiao Qiao has seen her such an aggressive side.

She is cruel enough to face the enemy.

So when Heming crawled out of the lake with a wet body, his cheeks were pale and he fainted.

Qiao Qiao thought she was in poor health, and until the picture changed again, she realized that Heming was pregnant at that time.

It was because Lian heard that Heming's child almost couldn't be saved.

However, the first time she woke up was to look in the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror over and over again, and finally screamed and smashed the mirror into pieces.

"Lian, I won't let you go!"

This is probably how the two of them formed a grudge. As the mirror in Heming's hand shattered, Qiao Qiao traveled through more than a dozen scenes. Most of them were Heming going to find fault with Lianting, but Lianting instead took care of her.

Qiao Qiao was a little tired of seeing it. She found that Heming and Jing Yun were a little similar, that is, both of them were cruel enough, but they had no IQ and means to match them.

As she suffered more losses, Heming gradually became honest. In addition, once she slapped her anger on Yan Rong's head, but she almost got rid of the face by Lianting.

In that scene, Qiao Qiao didn't know what happened before. When she entered this scene, Yan Rong's left face turned red and she lay on the ground with wet all over and kept trembling. Lian Ting pressed Heming to the ground and kept wandering on her cheeks with a knife, with a cold tone, "Heming, do you want to know what you will become in the future?"

The knife gestured on her face for a long time, but Lianting finally didn't do it.

The reason was that Jingtai was coming. Although he was leaning towards Lianting, he still couldn't let her make trouble like this. Lianting crushed the knife under her feet and waved Jingtai's hand away.

Heming must have been forced to be forced by Lian Ting at that time, and the man she loved deeply stood in front of her but protected another woman. She stared at the knife under Lian Ting's feet and said sharply: "Lian Ting, weren't you very powerful just now?"

"Come on, if you have the ability, you can attack me!"

Her voice was originally thin, and she was very penetrating when she spoke sharply, and she was extremely harsh.

Jingtai frowned and sent someone to pull her out. She staggered a few steps, and before leaving, she didn't forgive her, and cursed Lian angrily that she couldn't hear that she was so sad.

Lian Tings took out his ears and replied casually: "Heming, just do it hard."

"Believe me, even if I don't do it, your face will definitely not be able to be protected."

When your beautiful face turns into dead bones, blood marks appear on the skin you cherish.

What you once disliked but couldn't bear to destroy will become the only beauty you have left. You will use those eyes that look very similar to me to watch your face rot.

That feeling must be very pleasant, right?

Lian listened with a clear and pleasant voice, but the small sound could clearly echo every part of the room. He Ming seemed to be stunned by her words. Everyone knew that the saint of the witch clan was capable of being very good. Since then, He Ming never dared to do it again.

This was a very long dream. Qiao Qiao felt like she was watching a movie. But after staying here for a long time, she started to have a headache.

Qiao Qiao pressed the forehead, and the change in the scene made her a little dazzled. The next second, she saw Lianting squatting on the ground and bandaging a little boy's wound. The tears at the end of the boy's eyes made him look very delicate. His eyes slightly raised, and it turned out to be a little similar to Lianting.

"Thank you!"

Qiao Qiao squatted beside Jing Yu curiously. At this time, he was too young, and a soft and glutinous ball was very cute. Lianting seemed to have been cute by him. She gently tapped his tears mole. She said softly: "You have nothing to thank me. I want to apologize to you when I said that."

When Lian heard that Heming was pushed into the water, she didn't know that Heming was pregnant.

She hated Heming, but she never thought of killing the child in her womb, so she really needed to apologize to these two children, but it had nothing to do with Heming.

"It's okay, I forgive you!"

Jing Yu seemed to understand but he was very arrogant when he forgave others. Lian Ting's cold face opened a gap. She praised Jing Yu with a smile: "Little boy, your eyes are so beautiful."

Qiao Qiao nodded, agreeing with Lianting very much. Then she saw Lianting pinch the place where he had tears moles and continued to praise: "It's beautiful too!"

"Hey, you, stop talking!"

When Lianting talked to Jing Yu, she did not notice that someone was approaching behind her. Qiao Qiao was immersed in Lianting's smile until she heard Jing Yu shouting excitedly: "Mother!"

Just a few steps away, Heming held Jing Rui's hand and looked at the two of them coldly.

When he was a child, Jing Rui and Jing Yu were not exactly similar. If Jing Yu was more delicate, then Jing Rui would be a little more ostentatious. He gave Qiao Qiao a more like Jingtai. At this time, he tilted his head to look at his brother, frowned and asked, "Brother, isn't my mother not allowed to talk to this woman?

Why are you still allowed her to touch you?"

The dream began to shake with Jing Rui's voice, and Qiao Qiao seemed to understand something in the dark.

The surrounding vision dimmed a little bit, Jing Rui disappeared, Lianting disappeared, and only Heming and Jing Yu remained in the dark world.

Qiao Qiao saw Jing Yu laughing at his mother. When he ran over to hug Heming, Heming pushed him away. Heming pinched Jing Yu's cheek and raised it. She didn't say a word, but her eyes were scary enough.

Tick ​​and ticking, the dream is completely dim.

When Heming and Jing Yu's figures gradually disappeared, Qiao Qiao heard the tender childish voice in the dark: "Mother, why can my brother be the crown prince, but I can't?"

"Rui'er wants to be the crown prince?"

The gentle voice was filled with a cold smile, "Would you please help me kill my brother?"

But your brother is dead, and the crown prince is yours."

Tick ​​tick tick —

Heming's last voice was like cold water falling into a deep pool, causing a chill behind Qiao Qiao.

The feet became wet again, and Qiao Qiao smelled the bloody smell from her breath, and the screams that she roared when she first entered her dream appeared again.

"Do you know what Heming cares about the most?"
To be continued...