Chapter 291: dream

Song worries dry his hair and falls asleep in bed.
In the past two days, I thought about too many things, and there was chaos inside.
Sleeping is not practical, but also do a lot of messy dreams.
Tonight, I have dreamed again.
She returned to her and the hometown of Oriental Xuan.
Her grave was still cleaned.
Grass paper, offerings, and flowers are different every day.
She stood there for a long time, who is it, and she is going to sweep her grave every day?
Passing by the villagers, she went up to ask.
However, no villager can see her. No matter where she is anxious, she can’t hear or see.
She had to wait, wait until the night from the day, and then wait until the day from the night.
Finally, at the time of the rush (6 o'clock in the morning), through the white mist, she saw a dark gray figure from the small intersection at the entrance to the village.
As the figure got closer and closer, she felt that the figure was somewhat familiar.
The fog is too big, she can't see the other person's face.
But from the figure, it seems to be the oriental Xuan!
Song Wu worry was shocked, how could it be him?
Near!
She saw it clearly, it was really him!
Is he not an emperor?
Why are the rags of civilians wearing them appear here?
He was thin and became more tough.
"Oriental Xuan!" Song went to the front and held his arm tightly.
However, she couldn’t catch it.
Grabbed, it is empty, catching, or empty, nothing can be caught.
Song Wu worry is very anxious.
She walked up to him and waved her hands in front of him, but his deep, melancholy eyes fell through her body on the tombstone behind her.
His look is so sad and so painful.
Song Wushou looked very sad, she stood there and looked at him.
He is blind and tears?
Why is this happening?
Why does he help her clean the grave every day?
Why is he standing in front of her grave, he will cry?
"what……"
Suddenly, there was a fierce cry, coming from all directions.
Song was shocked and suddenly looked up and looked around.
I saw a group of soldiers with a long knife waving from all sides.
They yelled at the sly expression, the fierce look of the gods, with a killing attack.
Song Wushou’s face suddenly changed, not good!
Song Wuxi looked at the oriental Xuan, and saw that he stood there without any problems, his eyes, never left the tombstone.
"Oriental Xuan, go away! They want to kill you!" Song Wuxi was anxiously red eyes, shouting toward the oriental Xuan.
But Dong Xuan, nothing can be heard.
Seeing that those people are about to rush forward, there is a whole body flying over, holding a large knife, cut down behind the oriental Xuan.
Song Wushou was so shocked that his eyes were wide and his mouth was wide, and he looked at the big knife that was falling down with horror. She wanted to scream but could not scream.
"Miss? Miss? Miss got up, it's eight o'clock."
Song Wuyi opened his eyes and looked at Xu Jing in horror.
Xu Jing was shocked by her eyes and looked at her slyly: "Miss?"
"Xu Jing?" Song Wuxi screamed Xu Jing: "What are you doing?"
Why wake her up?
She didn't even know if the knife had been cut down. There was nothing wrong with Dong Xuan.
Xu Jing, why should I wake her up at this time?
Xu Jing was stunned and looked at Song Wuyou innocently: "You are not saying, go back to M City at 7:30? It is eight o'clock now."