MTL - Want to Ascend? Then Fall in Love-Chapter 206 The second hundred and six

Chapter 206

dream? How can it be a dream, how can there be such a real dream!

Shen Qingxian pushed open and looked deep, angry: "Impossible!"

Gu Jian deeped back and looked at him: "Then tell me what you saw."

Shen Qingxian said: "I was born in the icy lake. I have parents, countless brothers and sisters, and many family members. After I came to the domain, I met Jinyang, and..."

He didn't finish talking a lot and stopped abruptly.

Because he saw the icy lake, saw the snowfield, saw the pool of snow lotus, and even heard what they said.

He was clearly in the temple, but there was a completely different scene around him, as if he had come to Xueyuan in an instant and returned to his hometown.

Gu Jianshen still stood in front of him. In the cold frost and snow, his red clothes were more vivid, which seemed to melt the snow.

He asked Shen Qingxian: "What else have you seen?"

Shen Qingxian is close to his mouth and refuses to say a word.

Soon they "leaved" the ice field and came to the gods: the goddess of the snow lotus, the splendid temple, the innumerable flowers, like the rolling waves.

Then Shen Qingxian saw Xiao Jinyang. He smiled brightly and warmly. He looked a little shy, but he was sincere and sincere.

Shen Qingxian opened his mouth but could not name his name.

Going around, his short half-life stopped in the shackles of the red man.

His eyebrows are gentle, and the gentle voice is like coming from a distant horizon: "Do you want to see it?"

As the voice fell, Shen Qingxian fell into the temple.

The feeling of being down to earth made him feel good in his heart. What was it just now? What did he see?

Shen Qingxian’s head is snarky, he is a little panicked, but he is still firmly convinced that all this is the illusion created by God. It is the illusion created by divine power. He will not believe it, nor will he think more. He only believes in himself. Feel it!

As for the last sentence that Shen said, Shen Qingxian did not understand what it meant, but he did not want to think about it.

How could it be a dream? That kind of truth, such a true, is definitely not a dream.

Shen Qingxian took a breath and wanted to leave the temple.

At this time, the voice of piety came from below: "The God of mercy, the Lord of all things, the Father of eternal life, your child sincerely admires you..."

Shen Qing’s string trembled fiercely. He looked down and saw a large number of priests dressed in red. Each of them held a delicate red flower in their hands. The eyelids hanging down covered the eyes, and the gesture was respectful and meek.

This scene is strange and familiar, so Shen Qingxian is somewhat overwhelmed.

Soon he saw a beautiful red lotus. He was too dazzling. The petals were like shiny rubies. The luster was smooth and translucent, and instantly caught the heart of Shen Qingxian.

He is so nice...

Shen Qingxian couldn't help but speak. He didn't know what he said, but the voice had already passed.

"Wake up." The three words that seemed to have met each other, but the sound lines are different.

The light shrouded, the red lotus slowly stretched, and the man in red dress stood in the hall.

He looked up, and the familiar facial features incited the heart of Shen Qingxian.

Yuan... is the Yuan!

Shen Qingxian opened, he was anxious, but the sound was cold: "Come here."

The red man stepped up the steps and came to him.

Shen Qingxian stood up and was surrounded by nothing.

At this time, he finally reacted. He changed position with "God". He became "God" and "God" became him.

Is this another God's trick? He won't be fooled!

Looking at him, the voice trembled very lightly: "Can I stay with you?"

He is a little nervous, full of expectations, these emotions are dyed with his red dragonfly, unusually beautiful and also with some offensive.

Shen Qingxian thought that this was a vain that did not exist, and he was annoyed: "No."

This is not a kin, he does not need an illusion.

"Why?" As the lightning strikes, he whispers softly, and the light in the shackles is gradually extinguished.

Shen Qing’s heart was awkward, but it was unbearable because of an illusion.

He didn't want to look at him any more, he didn't want to be tempted, he raised his hand, and he turned his mind away from his heart.

The next scene and the scene are still exchanged, the details are slightly different, but the embarrassment and confusion experienced by Yuan is all that he had experienced not long ago.

This is a world where Shen Qingxian “required”. The red and golden flowers here have all been treated preferentially. They have been favored by God, become gods, live in the temple, and walk in the front of the ladder.

The white flowers fell to the end, they eagerly chased, but they never catch up, they also believe in God, but they are exiled because of God.

At the same time, there is still a "exile".

The red lotus should have been closest to God, but now it has been ignored by everyone.

Shen Qingxian can see everything, his line of sight has followed him closely, seeing his uneasiness, seeing his anxiety and seeing his urgent thoughts.

He is thinking about him, he wants to see him.

In fact, he also wants to see him.

Shen Qingxian identified this as an illusion and did not want to deal with it. But he couldn't do it. His sight seemed to stick to him and he couldn't move it.

He couldn't help until he saw the ice in the ice room pale and refused to leave.

Shen Qingxian appeared in front of him.

Almost a moment ago, he got up and he was full of explicit love: "I thought I would never see you again."

Shen Qingxian is close to the lips, and one word cannot be said.

Yuan said softly: "I know that I don't deserve to stay with you, but..."

Shen Qingxian interrupted his words: "Why are you staying with me?"

Looking at him, his eyes were very bright in the ice room, and he whispered: "I like you."

Like... Does he like him?

Shen Qingxian looked at him and looked at it seriously. He wanted to see a trace of flaws in his eyebrows. This is an illusion, a fake, a "dream" that does not exist.

Yuan actually took his hand, and the familiar temperature dropped and the string was pulled back to reality.

He said: "I miss you very much."

Shen Qing’s heart flutters, and the real feeling is transmitted to the heart through the clenched hand. It feels too hot, too real, too much to refuse.

Shen Qingxian opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse: "I miss you too." He missed him, missed the gentleness of his heart, missed the accompaniment with him, and missed the place where he first saw his feelings and then saw his heartbreak.

The scorpion of Yuan is brighter, and he is clearly in the cold room. His eyes are like a fire, and his voice is hoarse: "You are beautiful."

Shen Qingxian only felt the throat dry, and the unspeakable emotion burned his soul.

Yuan approached him and stared at his lips: "I'm sorry, my god."

The voice fell, he kissed him, oh | licked him.

Shen Qingxian did not know what to do, his consciousness drifted, like a boat in the storm, shaking, bumping, bearing the huge stimulation adjacent to death... and the majestic happiness of death .

He whispers his name, helpless and fragile. Is this a dream? It really is a dream, otherwise how can there be such a happy end. But is this really a dream? Is the dream so real? Really he felt his body temperature, his body and his hot and hot.

If this is not a dream, how good.

Shen Qingxian was shocked. When he moved, his body was crushed and the pain spread throughout the body, so that he could not help but frown.

The voice of Yuan is in his ear: "Sorry, I will clean you."

The embarrassing place made Shen Qingxian's face reddish, he didn't look away.

Yuan asked him: "Is it painful?"

Shen Qingxian whispered: "Good."

The voice of Yuan is full of sorrow: "Sorry, I have done this to you."

Shen Qingxian did not like him, he said: "This is nothing."

The voice of Yuan is lower: "It may be nothing to you, but it is a memorable experience for me."

Shen Qing’s heart glimpsed, and a lot of words came to his lips, but I didn’t know where to start... He was a bit stunned. If it’s just a dream, it’s more meaningful to say more.

He didn't say anything, but Yuan had already gotten up. He almost carefully asked Shen Qingxian: "Can I stay with you?"

Shen Qingxian did not move, he did not want to answer him, but did not know how to answer him.

He also thought that he could stay with him, but all of this is fake, there is no real from beginning to end, and how can he be greedy.

With the silence of Shen Qingxian, the Yuan lost again and lost more than before. His voice was lighter: "I'm sorry."

Don't apologize, don't apologize.

Yuan put on his clothes, his thin lips were close, and finally asked, "Can I see you again?"

In a word, Shen Qingxian was awakened. What is he doing, what is he thinking, how can he sink in his dreams?

Shen Qing’s thoughts have returned to the temple... He sat down tiredly, and his physical discomfort reminded him of what had just happened.

"When are you going to tease me?" Shen Qingxian asked in a low voice.

No one responded to him, and there seems to be no way to respond to his existence.

Shen Qingxian stayed alone for a long time, and finally he couldn't stand it and looked at the ice room.

Yuan waited there, and covered him with a layer of frost, like a beautiful ice sculpture.

Shen Qing’s heart is like a needle, and his body is moving faster than his thoughts. He has already appeared in front of the Yuan.

The man in red saw his moment, the ice and snow melted, and everything recovered. He seemed to have recovered his lost life.

Yuan clung to him, eagerly kissed him, and harbored deep fear in his indescribable passion.

Shen Qingxian couldn't help but feel that he could push him.

Shen Qingxian doesn't know what this is... He always reminds himself that this is a dream, but he can't help but indulge in it.

Beautiful Yuan, gentle Yuan, love his heart.

They meet from time to time, always kiss, and can always sleep together.

If this is a dream, what is true? Is there a world without a history? Can he not find his world when he is struggling to find it?

That's true, he doesn't want it.

Just when he gave birth to this idea, he "woke up."

Still standing in the temple, but he and the position of the Yuan changed again.

Looking at the **** who is high above, he realized the deep fear of "dream".

Shen Qingxian opened his mouth and a line of tears slid down the corner of his eyes: "Who are you?"

Gu Jian was deeply distressed, but when he reached this step, he could only hold it hard.

He asked: "Who do you want me to be?"

"It shouldn't be what I hoped..." Shen Qingxian shook his head: "...who are you really?"

Gu Jian deeply embraced him, and the gentle kiss fell on his forehead: "Don't be confused by your heart, it will only give you what you want to see, it will only deceive you."

Shen Qingxian looked up at him blankly.

Looking at the deep temperature channel: "You are eager for friendship, Jinyang appears; you long for love, the Yuan appears; you long for red flowers to be redeemed, they are redeemed."

Shen Qingxian's lips twitched: "Is it all my reverie?"

Gu sees him in a deep and gentle look.

Shen Qingxian only felt top-heavy. He asked: "If it is all fake, what is true?" Even if his feelings are illusory, then what is true.

Gu Jianshen once again hugged him and gave him warmth and guardianship: "Let your heart down and believe in the eternal God."