Chapter 291 Dream

Song Wuyou wiped his hair and lay on the bed to sleep.

In the past two days, I have been thinking about too many things, and there is chaos inside.

I can't sleep well, and I have a lot of messy dreams.

Dreaming again tonight.

She returned to her hometown with Dongfang Xuan again.

Her grave was still clean and spotless.

Paper, offerings, flowers, every day is different.

She stood there for a long, long time. Who is it that sweeps her grave every day?

There were villagers passing by, and she went up to ask.

However, not a single villager could see her. Wherever she hurriedly said, they couldn't hear and couldn't see—

She had to wait, from day to night, and then from night to day.

Finally, at Mao Shi (6 o'clock in the morning), through the white fog, she saw a dark gray figure appear at the small intersection from the entrance of the village.

As the figure got closer, she felt that the figure was a little familiar.

The fog was so thick that she couldn't see the other's face.

But judging from the figure, it seems to be Dongfang Xuan!

Song Wuyou was taken aback, how could it be him?

close!

She could see clearly that it was really him!

Isn't he king?

Why are you here in the rough clothes of the common people?

He was thinner and tougher.

"Dongfang Xuan!" Song Wuyou stepped forward and grabbed his arm tightly.

However, no matter how she caught it, she couldn't catch it.

If you catch it, it's empty, and if you catch it again, it's still empty, and you can't catch anything.

Song Wuyou was very impatient.

She walked up to him, waving her hands in front of him, but his deep, melancholy eyes, through her body, landed on the tombstone behind her.

His expression was so sad, so painful.

Song Wuyou looked very sad, she stood there blankly, looking at him.

Tears welling up in his eyes?

Why is this happening?

Why does he help her clean her grave every day?

Why does he cry while standing at her grave?

"what……"

Suddenly, there were fierce shouts coming from all directions.

Song Wuyou was startled, suddenly raised his head and looked around.

I saw group after group of soldiers waving long knives rushing from all directions.

They shouted to the hideous expression, that fierce look, and attacked with a murderous intent.

Song Wuyou's face suddenly changed greatly, it's not good!

Song Wuyou suddenly looked at Dongfang Xuan, only to see him standing there as if nothing had happened, his eyes never leaving the tombstone.

"Dongfang Xuan, hurry up! They want to kill you!" Song Wuyou's eyes reddened with anxiety, and shouted at Dongfang Xuan.

But Dongfang Xuan seemed to hear nothing.

Seeing that those people were about to rush forward, one of them flew over with his entire body, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards Dongfang Xuan's back.

Song Wuyou's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opened wide, and she stared at the swinging sword in horror. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

"Miss? Miss? Miss got up, it's already eight o'clock."

Song Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xu Jing in horror.

Xu Jing was taken aback by her look, and looked at her timidly: "Miss?"

"Xu Jing?" Song Wuyou glared at Xu Jing: "What are you doing?"

Why wake her up?

She didn't even know if the knife was cut down or if Dongfang Xuan was okay.

Why did Xu Jing wake her up at this time?

Xu Jing was dumbfounded and looked at Song Wuyou innocently: "Didn't you say that you left for M City at half past seven? It's eight o'clock now."