Outside the doggy den, two sneaky figures were lurking.
“Phew… Phew…”
Qin Yuzhi’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the two, her fists shaking back and forth. It was unclear whether she was cheering for them or just having a fit.
For the supreme leader who had been asleep for thousands of years and hadn’t even strolled through dreamland, the scene unfolding before her was just too sweet to handle.
“Well…”
“Shh! Don’t make a sound!”
Shang Qin Qing hurriedly covered her mouth.
She’d read plenty of books where the male and female leads were about to kiss, only for a sudden door crash to interrupt their romantic moment. She absolutely could not make such a rookie mistake! It was a scholar’s professional duty!
But you never know whether a surprise or tomorrow will come first.
The moon hung high in the dreamlike sky, its silvery light suddenly shining brightly, as if a pair of eyes in the heavens above were slowly opening.
‘It’ cast a silent yet supreme gaze upon the world.
Wherever its gaze landed, everything shattered into glimmering fragments, like dreamy bubbles—this carefully crafted scene was rapidly collapsing.
Like a piece of rice paper erased by an eraser, it quickly turned blank.
‘Something is about to awaken.’
Both Shang Qin Qing and Qin Yuzhi’s minds popped with that thought.
“Little Ice Girl’s dream still has outsiders?!”
Shang Qin Qing’s expression quickly shifted from blissful to serious as she looked up at the sky.
Qin Yuzhi furrowed her thick brows. “That shouldn’t be, I’m in charge of the Dream Path. Who could sneak into the dream without my notice? And this consciousness managed to snatch away my control of the dream, unless…”
“Doesn’t matter! Let’s confront it! We need to go while we still can!”
“Hold on, it might not necessarily be an outsider…”
“I’m not done yet!”
“…….”
Qin Yuzhi paused for a moment, then seriously shook her head. “I suspect this presence is rooted deep within Little Ice Girl’s consciousness, just like…”
At this point, she hesitated.
“…like the Yun Meng Xian that may awaken within my own consciousness at any moment.”
Her words were brief but packed a punch.
The gaze in the dream belonged to the head of the Nine Heavens, the creator of Da Shang, and the existence that had once reformed the universe.
Also, the one who was unparalleled throughout history.
“Why has it suddenly descended into the dream?”
Shang Qin Qing quietly stepped back.
“Perhaps because Little Ice Girl has spun a dream of marriage, something it would never do—like how I stop it from resurrecting by playing mahjong, or some other reason.”
“Rather than trying to guess its thoughts, we should leave while we still can.”
Qin Yuzhi took a deep breath.
When Shang Qin Qing turned around, she saw Qin Yuzhi frowning, her face written all over with indecision.
Shang Qin Qing cast a reluctant glance back at the doggy den, pinched her own hand out of frustration for having such a low realm.
Ugh, if only she were invincible, she could knock her head anytime, any way she wanted…
Meanwhile, Qin Yuzhi was quietly studying the moon and quickly lowered her head.
So terrifying, so terrifying…
Are both it and the Yun Meng Xian really immortals?
She used to think that since it was an immortal and the head of the Nine Heavens deep within Little Ice Girl’s soul, they had to be on a similar level at least.
But now she realized just how wrong she was.
The gap between Yun Meng Xian and it was as vast as the one between herself and Yun Meng Xian… as if she were trying to boss around a child wandering away from their stepmother into the embrace of their biological mother.
….
As the dream weaver withdrew, the dream instantly lost its predetermined trajectory.
Even though this version of the Gui Palace didn’t yet exist in reality, everything began to rapidly collapse, silently and invisibly from the outside in.
Meanwhile, the person in the dream remained blissfully unaware.
The moon, cool and bright, shining in the hearts of countless people, was already blending reality with dream, possibly blurring the lines without them even realizing.
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At this moment, she was close, her eyes shimmering like autumn waters, her lips pressed together.
Little Li had once thought that kings like Zhou Wang and You Wang were nothing—mere failures who couldn’t withstand the slightest test. “If you have the ability, let me take your place!”
But now he realized, if it was the Ice Chunk…
He himself wouldn’t hold up under the test either.
Especially when he saw the autumn waters swirling in her eyes, a serene yet divine blush blooming on her cheeks—if he had been an emperor, he’d have surely set the world ablaze just to hear her speak.
“Stinky little brother.”
“Not that.”
“Brother.”
“…..”
Li Mo took a deep breath at those two words, his heart firmly trembling twice, but he managed to hold it together.
In regular situations, he wouldn’t be this obsessed.
Yet now, he believed he was in his own dream, and the Ice Chunk was just a figment of that dream.
If he couldn’t even stand up in the dream, what would happen later on?
Little Li was surprisingly serious and forceful.
“I know…”
Ying Bing’s slightly turned face shone with colors like a dreamy gown, softly responding.
Li Mo’s heart raced, but suddenly he noticed that the realm before him abruptly faded, turning into a mere outline on a blank page.
The sketch’s lines quickly became simpler and simpler.
The inexplicable sense of oppression felt familiar, like that day at the Qianlong Conference when the sky suddenly turned black.
“Is the dream about to end?”
Li Mo couldn’t hear anything anymore.
But he distinctly saw the near lips move…
…..
The next day.
Daylight broke through the white clouds and the window, illuminating the bed in Biyun Tower.
Ying Bing woke slowly, a faint longing swelling inside her, as if her soul had danced away.
But upon opening her eyes…
She saw Li Mo fast asleep beside her, his face filled with an expression that screamed “Zi Wei, just a moment!”
It had only been one night, but seeing him now felt like a delightful surprise, like a reunion, as if she had regained something lost.
“Ice Chunk, wait a second!”
Li Mo opened his eyes just in time to catch the gaze of the Ice Chunk clinging to him.
“What’s wrong?” Ying Bing asked curiously.
“Cough, I had a dream.”
Li Mo stared blankly at the ceiling, his soul still floating somewhere in dreamland.
“What dream?”
“Didn’t you have a dream, Ice Chunk?”
Ying Bing shook her head.
Ah, so it’s a separate dream on the same bed now… Li Mo smacked his lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he caught sight of the lingering complexity on Ice Chunk’s face.
Hmm?
Could it be that Ice Chunk was pulling a fast one on him?
“Ice Chunk, can you call me something? You know, a two-word version?”
“Li Mo.”
“Not that.”
Ying Bing hesitated momentarily, then suddenly leaned back against her thigh, her gaze fierce, refusing to let her eyes wander.
“…..Brother?”
“Argh…”
Li Mo didn’t hear a satisfying answer but suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.
He could be a hothead in the morning, but a guy like him was extra fiery.
That single word “brother” was like tossing fuel onto a fire, wasn’t it?
