He came from afar, dusty, and didn't even drink a sip of water, protecting her until midnight.

He was not afraid of hard work, but was afraid that the little girl in his arms would suddenly disappear, just like he never knew where she came from, and he was afraid that one day he would not know where she was going again.

He thought that he would keep people tightly in his lifetime when he could still hold her in his lifetime. No matter what method was used, it would be better for people to be around him. He wanted to look at her every day and think about her every night. It would be best for the two of them to keep holding hands, she would go wherever he went, or wherever she went. In short, just be together and don't separate.

Jun Mulin didn't know where he came from these urgency and anxiety. It was obvious that this girl was his fiancée, and she couldn't escape no matter what year it was. It was obvious that he instigated his father to give her fiefdom, and he also built a princess mansion. No matter how she ran, she couldn't escape the fate of her being his wife.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't see this girl, and he was still so nervous that he saw it. As long as he thought of the pavilion in the sea without shore, as long as he thought of the three words "White He Ran" engraved on the chairs in the pavilion, he felt that this girl would disappear brightly in front of him one day, just like she fell from the sky, without any warning.

He didn't want to take a shower and change his clothes, so he lay down with the clothes, held the little girl tightly in his arms, and patted her gently, "Sleep, I'll call you for an hour, and I'm here, so don't worry about anything."

She was really asleep, just as he said, with him there, there was nothing to worry about.

But this sleep was not very sweet because she was dreaming. She almost dreamed from the moment she closed her eyes, dreaming that Jun Mulin grabbed her hand and begged her not to leave. She wanted to say that she had never thought about leaving him, but when she turned her head, she saw four sisters from her previous life. They were waving at her and telling her that she was awake and it was time to go home.

But which side is the dream? Is it a dream to see the sisters of the four meridians, or is Jun Mulin holding her hand?

Are the years and months of Dongqin real? Is it a dream of a butterfly or a butterfly dream of a Zhouzhuang?

She remembered that when she was awake, she wanted to ask Jun Mulin what she was afraid of, because she could always see a trace of fear in his eyes, which was fear of gain and loss. He had said he was afraid of her leaving, and she had said that she would not leave, but if all this was just a dream, then she would leave after all!

The little man in his arms was sleeping restlessly, frowning and shaking his head and his hands were still holding his clothes tightly. Jun Mulin originally wanted to close his eyes and sleep lightly, but when she made such a fuss, she could not sleep well, so she had to pat her gently from time to time to create a stable and warm sleeping environment for her. It was just that he had not been sleepy for several nights, and now he was so sleepy that he was yawning.

Bai Heran's dream is still in progress. In the dream, Feng Qingqing spreads out the hexagram and throws it out the hexagram, and then says to her very seriously: "Aran, you don't belong here at all. If you stay more, you will have problems with time and space, which will bring disaster to the people here."

In the dream, she shook her head desperately and said no, she would protect this land and this people. She wanted to build her Tianci Town and live a good life with her husband in the future. She didn't want to go back because going back is the abyss, and she no longer wanted to take a look at the old house of the Bai family, because there was no trace of memories there, which was beautiful.

Ye Wenyan advised her: "There is no one in the Bai family anymore. Even if you go back, you don't have to live like the same life as before. You can live whatever you want. No one will hinder you anymore, and no one will design to frame you anymore."

Mu Jingyu asked her: "Aran, don't you miss us?"

She thought, of course, she thought, she missed them every day. But she also thought of the roar of the shoreless sea, the pavilion, and the words engraved on the backs of the chairs.

She knew what Jun Mulin was afraid of, but she had always known it, especially when the pavilion appeared and when her name appeared behind the chair, she could deeply feel that the fear in Jun Mulin's heart had reached its peak.

Yes, humans are deeply afraid of everything unknown, and the emergence of all this is so unreasonable, completely beyond the scope of human cognition, at least beyond Jun Mulin's cognition.

He was afraid of losing, afraid that one day she would disappear.

Actually, she was also afraid, but in fact she was not afraid, because the appearance of that pavilion had closely linked the world of her previous life to her. There was also the legend about the queen named Feng. If the queen was Aheng, then two descendants of the Five-Chronicles would have arrived in this world. In addition, Ye Wenyan's pavilion, at least three appeared here.

What does this mean?

Bai Heran suddenly became a little excited. She told the sisters in her dream: "This is not a Zhouzhuang dream of butterfly, nor a Butterfly dream of Zhouzhuang. All this is true. Not just me, you will come here one day sooner or later. Aheng, Aheng, why have you not spoken? Tell them quickly that everything here is true."

In the dream, Feng Yuheng kept smiling at her until she asked her, and then said, "Yes, everything is real, we will meet again one day. So don't worry, you can live your life peacefully. When the day of reunion is the moment when our five sisters are reborn. I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I will continue to wait until we don't meet in the dream."

She woke up, her big eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at her right in front of him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I'm dreaming." She buried her nest in his arms again, "but it's not a nightmare, it's a good dream."

"Oh?" He was a little surprised. He was obviously awakened from fright, but why did he still have a good dream? "Tell me, what good dream?"

"I dreamed of a few of my former friends, and they said that I would wait here with peace of mind. One day they would come to me, we would meet again here, and we would open the new life of all of us here. Jun Mulin, do you think this is a good dream?"

He nodded, "It's indeed a good dream, so I don't have to worry about you leaving at any time."

"I won't leave." She put her head on his neck and buried her head under his neck. "I can't tell where I came from, but I can definitely tell that I will never leave. In the past, there were only four good sisters left to be left. Now one of them is likely to be on the other side of the shoreless sea, and the other has already used that pavilion to tell us that she is here too. Then I believe that the remaining two will wait for them one day. The five of us will meet again here and start a new life. Why should we leave?"

She raised her head and met his purple eyes, "What's more, I won't go anywhere if you are here."

After saying that, he took the initiative to send his fragrant lips. When he was caught off guard, he kissed the corner of his pursed lips. He said that it was a flash of flowers. Just as he was about to respond, the little girl in his arms had turned over and sat up, "An hour has come."

Indeed, an hour has come, and even if he is not happy, he cannot delay it, otherwise her blood will be in vain.

He just grabbed her wrist and repeatedly confirmed that the wound had completely disappeared. He let her jump and jump out of the bed. He reminded him at the back: "Be careful, hold your skirt and don't trip. Hey, put on your shoes, run slowly, are you still dizzy? How old is it, it's really not worry-free."

"I haven't had the time to go to school yet. How old do you think I am? I'm still a child!" She answered for granted.

He smiled helplessly, for nothing, he is indeed a child, so he has to be spoiled, and there is no way to spoil it except to spoil it.

He also turned over to the ground, grabbed a robe and put it on her, and asked her, "Is there anyone I can help?"

She thought for a while, "It's really not. The medicinal materials I picked up in advance and had been crushed. I just need to mix them together and boil them for another hour and a half, and the medicine will be made. If you are sleepy, continue to sleep. If you are not sleepy, just talk to me!"

He nodded, pulled the chair and sat next to her, "I came here to see you, so I naturally talk to you."

He watched her pick up the box full of blood and cold grass, carefully poured it into a medicine jar, and then grabbed the medicinal materials with his hands and threw them in orderly. The medicinal materials quickly mixed with the thick blood, and the smell of blood was mixed with the fragrance of medicine, which was surprisingly not unpleasant.

When she saw him sniffing deeply, she smiled, "Did you find that this tastes pretty good?"

He nodded, "Indeed, although it cannot reach the level of spices, it cannot smell that it is made of medicine with blood."

"That's because of this cold grass." She pointed into the medicine jar, "The cold grass itself has no smell, but when it is mixed with my blood, it will have a fragrance. With these medicinal materials, the fragrance will be stronger and very special."

While she said, she kept stirring the medicine jar with a long-handled silver spoon until all the medicinal materials were merged with the blood. Then the fire started and it started to be simmered warmly.

"It is very particular about boiling this medicine. You can't add water or blood. You can only boil it slowly and stir it constantly. Because it's too dry, it's easy to dry the pot if it doesn't stir. So I can only do this by myself, and no one else can do it well."

She told him the trouble of this medicine, and also told him: "But don't look at it now, but the cold grass will melt after it is heated and will melt a lot of water. Look again, has it been diluted a lot?"

Jun Mulin leaned over his head and it was indeed diluted a lot, so he felt relieved.

Seeing that he really didn't want to go to rest, she took the initiative to ask: "Since you come, don't be idle. I have paper and pen in my house. You should write something! For example, some internal skills, some easy-to-practice moves, experience and experience in leading troops to fight, as well as the vast land of Dongqin and the magnificent mountains and rivers you see. In short, write what you can think of, and write as much as you can. When my brother takes medicine tomorrow, I will read it to him..."
Chapter completed!