“‌Me?”

The man who was covered by Yu and Hui opened his mouth and spoke, but the voice of Nezha Ling came, which was particularly inconsistent. Nezha Ling was a little strange and a little sour: "It turns out that the brother in my brother's mind—"

"No, you!"

Yu Hehui supported Wei Xun with one hand and covered the man's face with the other, without any extra hands. In a hurry, he bumped his head into it, blocking Nezha Ling's mouth, and lowered his voice almost anger: "Choose the one next to you, eliminate this, hurry up, don't talk."

"Hmph, you little fox, how dare you speak to me in this tone."

Nezha Lingbiao muttered, even though he said this, he also eliminated this incarnation.

"For my brother's sake, I've sent you to Yuquan Mountain to catch dragons."

"The third prince has a lot."

Seeing this incarnation disappear, Yu Hehui finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled apologetically at Nezha Ling while brainstorming.

The live broadcast room was blocked, Nezha Ling's position just now was positive and backwards - all the information was turned around in Yu Hehui's mind.

Wei Xun was facing the other side of Leigu Hutong, and both Nezha Ling incarnations were facing him. Other passenger guides could only see the backs of the incarnations.

What Nezha Ling just said may be accepted by others, but a single sentence is nothing.

The problem is-

Yu Hehui looked at the phantom of the little dragon in Wei Xun's hood with shiny scales.

"Xiao Cui's situation is not good, so please help him wake up first."

Retracting his gaze, Yu Hehui said solemnly. He moved away from his position, watched Nezha Ling take a step forward, and held Feng Yu with Wei Xun, imitating An Xuefeng's breath. Nezha Ling's incarnation was fake and real, and the phoenix feathers were originally fire, and Nezha Ling was good at fire. The two complemented each other, and no one could notice something strange without opening his mouth.

Always worried about the situation of M250, Zhou Xiyang, who frequently looked at them, almost bit his tongue off!

This back, this, this familiar feeling—

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Zhou Xiyang was shocked. Under the violent fluctuations of emotions, he felt a hilarious after opening his mouth.

"Oh, I know you're happy."

Half-life Taoist looked over there and shook his head. Although Half-life Taoist had not connected with the tour guide, he had not eaten pork for so many years and had not eaten pork. Did he still see the pig running? Of course, he saw that the situation of 250 semen was different, and he was doing emergency semen relief.

"Even if you are happy, you have to be happy secretly." The half-life Taoist was really happy with Zhou Xiyang, and whispered in a low voice: "Make... like this, you guys, pay more attention."

Logically speaking, Zhou Xiyang, who was in the Sunset Brigade, was here. Before, M250 was smeared Zhou Xiyang's problem. After an accident, according to the principle of proximity, he should be found. If not, M250 still has Yu Hehui who is on the way back.

But Yu Hehui still made Nezha Ling look like An Xuefeng, imitating his aura.

What does this mean?

This is said, "B250 is definitely addicted to An Xuefeng! Judging from his attitude, I'm afraid it's not light.

The way back is really brave. Think about the blood relatives of a man who is playing in his life, and the half-life Taoist is simply numb from his scalp.

"Haha, get out of here, go and guide the undead, the last quarter of an hour must be solved, haha!"

Zhou Xiyang was not good at staring at the half-life Taoist and laughed sternly.

"Hey, your attitude is so bad."

The half-life Taoist muttered.

A quarter of an hour? I was so laughed to death. It took less than five minutes to get all the undead people to get rid of them. A quarter of an hour was purely delayed.

What did this happen? Isn’t it that the essence of M250 has been relieved?

He is still so bad at asking someone to do things.

Half-life Taoist hummed and whispered to do things, and he was deeply troubled. I had never seen Zhou Xiyang indulge in his emotions before. He was not useless, but tourists without tour guides would naturally draw a line for themselves. They could not be really reckless, otherwise the spirit would collapse and turn black and save them.

Zhou Xiyang kept a string in his heart, and he would forcibly suppress his emotions every time and restrain himself. But he seemed a little relaxed.

The guided tourists are amazing!

Half-life Taoist expressed contempt.

Yu and Hui's ears moved and captured the conversation between them. Fifteen minutes, time should be... enough.

Yu Hehui looked at Wei Xun worriedly, and saw his breathing gradually calming down. His eyes, which had been opened but were not, slowly closed. Yu Hehui finally relaxed a little.

"I didn't see it on purpose. You know, don't explore the true identity, the rules of our tour guide."

Dream chasers take advantage of this and show their feelings and feel a little distressed.

After all, the tour guides are weak and sick in the real world and may die at any time. Even if the hotel can extend the countdown on the tour guide's death, the price the tour guide needs to pay for is hundreds of times that of the passengers if he wants to completely cure the disease.

Just as a hotel does not allow travelers to dream at will, it cannot easily let the tour guide cure his illness.

The hotel has corresponding restrictions. Those powerful titles and means, even props, cannot be used by ordinary people and cannot destroy the order of the normal world.

Therefore, if the tour guide's real identity is exposed, someone hires ordinary killers or mercenaries, it is very likely that the tour guide will be killed in the real world! Or catch the tour guide's parents and relatives and force them.

Like some middle and low-level tour guides deliberately expose their true identities, they are supported by wealthy tourists in the real world, and in the eyes of big tour guides, they are like seeking death.

“The situation at M250 is too strange.”

The dream chaser said frankly: "I didn't expect it."

Normally, when the M250 essence is damaged, only An Xuefeng should be the only one who thinks about it. Nezha spirit transformed into An Xuefeng's figure, which is right. Even if some snow leopards, white wolfs, orcas, etc. are normal.

However, other vague portraits created by Nezha Ling made the dream chaser unable to help but pay attention. This was not right, in fact, it was abnormal.

‘M250 is the only thing he thinks about at this moment.’

The dream chaser sent a message to Yu Hehui in a serious tone: "If those blurry figures are not what he thinks, then it is very likely that someone would have "branded" them in M250's consciousness."

By chance, Nezha Spirit's transformation was exposed this time.

The dreamer expert has conducted in-depth research on consciousness, especially those portraits with blurred faces, which is more in line with his guess and makes the dreamer fall in love with him all of a sudden. The first black widow he doubted was very likely to have secretly attacked M250.

But what the dream chasers did not expect, Nezha Ling turned out to transform into another person with the same clear appearance as An Xuefeng!

‘This is very abnormal, it shouldn’t be.’

The dreamer wants to speak but stops, and finally only reminds him. After all, the relationship between M250 and him has not reached the level of intimacy, and there are some secrets that M250 may not want him to know.

In addition to some principles, the dream chaser does not want to find out the truth. He will considerately leave private space for the people he cares about. Who is the real identity in the reality, and who is the brother, the dream chaser does not indulge his curiosity.

‘If you know that person, pay more attention.’

If that person is selected by the hotel, then be more careful.

What can leave a mark of strength in the connection between tour guides and tourists? The impact of the essence exerted is even deeper? The most important thing is the relationship between the two five zeros and the playful people.

Playing with one's destiny, manipulating one's destiny, playing with one's destiny.

‌The experience of going has made the dreamer full of vigilance and fear for the playful person. This person plays with the rules and cannot figure it out. He has a kind conversation in the last second, but the next second may rewritten his destiny in the blink of an eye, making people turn into a pig and dog.

An Xuefeng's strength lies in the fact that even if you anticipate his choice and make more preparations in advance, he can still move forward and win the final victory through destruction. This is absolutely powerful.

The person who plays is also very strong, but there is no pattern in his actions and cannot guess. You cannot find out where his limit is. Every time he returns to zero almost to death, he will eventually reverse the situation.

Such people are the most terrifying.

Hotels are more cruel than ‌. The most trustworthy family affection and friendship, and the most unbelievable family affection and friendship.

‘Hehui, do you still remember how you died?’

Dream-chasing people believe that Yu and Huineng will give him a reminder.

Yu Hehui didn't look at the dream chaser. He looked at Wei Xun who was sleeping quietly and was in a complicated mood. Yu Hehui couldn't help but think of the face that Nezha Ling had just transformed into. Compared with Wei Xun's original appearance, similar and different, facial features and face shape.

If you don’t think about Wei Xun, just looking at this face, Yu and Hui feel unfamiliar and have no impression. This is strange, and that is very inconsistent, and it is completely blank.

This means that he sealed a part of his memory.

The dream chaser's words were heard in Yu and Hui's mind. He thought about it and found that his impression of his previous death was blank.

After resurrection, Yu Hehui blocked the memory.

...

Silently sighed, Yu Hehui held Wei Xun's hand, and the hot temperature suddenly came, as if he was sworn in sovereignty. But Yu Hehui did not let go, allowing the scorching burning of his hands. Only by feeling this heat and the powerful momentum and strength of Team An could make Yu Hehui feel a little relieved.

‌ can be regarded as blind trust, and ‌ has absolute trust in An Xuefeng.

Team An can do everything. With his care and with him, Wei Xun will definitely be fine.

* *

At the station on his way home, An Xuefeng stayed in the study. He seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was wet, and the water vapor relieved the seriousness between his eyebrows and eyes. At this moment, he was sitting at the desk, holding a phoenix feather in his left hand and flipping through the documents with his right hand. The corners of the documents were rolled up, obviously because he often flipping through them.

When Nezha Ling imitated his breath and activated Fengyu, An Xuefeng reacted. But he tacitly agreed and even pulled out the corresponding flying feather from the other wing.

The feathers corresponding to the left and right wings of the phoenix bird will have a dark sense of induction and connection between each other, which is why he gave 250 feathers.

The hot and pure feathers were entangled by the cold and greedy demonic aura. The demon was cunningly entangled between every feather, plundering all the heat, and his movements were extremely rude, like a little monster who had been hungry for hundreds of years, and was also very protective of food. An Xuefeng had the intention of retracting his feathers and turned his back on his face. The demonic aura was sucked without hesitation.

But the little monster made people feel soft. He was not prepared for the craze that could destroy him. After roasting his tail and his belly, he was attached to it and intimately finished himself. As for the scorching heat, he even grabbed more than the heat he had endured.

Like pursuing injury, but knowing that the other party will not hurt him.

This made An Xuefeng sigh, and finally put down the file, concentrate on adjusting the popularity, trying to satisfy the greedy and picky little monster.

The injury on the semen was almost healed, but the little monster was still entangled with his feathers and refused to leave, greedy for the hot temperature. An Xuefeng thought for a moment and knew that the other party's body was too heavy and lacked yang energy.

The pollution he absorbed comes from the negative emotions of the undead, so can't the Yin energy be heavy?
To be continued...