Although Elder Yan has not experienced the test of dreamland, many pictures seem vivid.
"Shall we meditate for one night?" Wang Mu asked.
"meditation?" Yan Nvxia said, "Forget your identity. You and I are not cultivators. Do you want to meditate?"
"So …" Wang Mu tentatively asked, "Sleep for one night?"
"as it should be"
"Many monks have been living for hundreds of years and never tried to sleep like mortals." Yan Nvxia said, "You can often see a different world when you put everything to sleep."
"Too many distractions after practice, but not as good as ordinary people can sleep for a night."
"Running around in practice every day"
Wang Mu nodded slightly makes sense.
After cultivating immortals, they rarely say that they will sleep for one night.
Because it’s too dangerous
In particular, it will be hard for the cultivator to accept without divine knowledge, like losing his eyes.
If you can release it?
Once you get used to the power brought by the gods, it’s hard for someone to let go.
"Then you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor."
Wang Mu recruited a straw mat to lay the ground.
Bed swallow woman lying in bed silent.
The moonlight outside the window reflected the snow-white cheeks and dyed them dizzy for a few minutes.
At a glance, Wang Mu could see that the bed covered with a gray quilt fluctuated greatly … Yan Nvxia’s holiness and unique beauty formed a strong contrast.
Suddenly Wang Mu couldn’t understand the reality for a moment.
"Is it cold?" Yan Nvxia suddenly asked
"No …" Wang Mu was about to mouth.
The night ice is cold at this time in the cold winter, which is definitely cold for mortals.
But …
Forget your identity. A mortal should be cold.
"Cold" Wang Mudao
"Come on," Yan Nvxia said. "There will be nightmares when the cold enters the body."
"This …"
Wang Mu picked up the quilt and was puzzled by Yan Nvxia’s request at the moment.
Wanted to think, Wang Mu went to bed and lifted the quilt and found that the quilt was warm and colder than the ground …