? The venerable business opened his eyes abruptly.

The color was bright, and he was still lying on his bed, wearing pajamas and well-covered quilts.

He panted heavily and touched his chest.

There were no wounds on his chest, everything was the same as when he woke up from Chuangsa's grief countless times, nothing different.

But he was covered in cold sweat, and he seemed to be tortured to death like those "respected merchants" in his dreams.

It's such a nightmare again.

The Shang Cong is not the same as the others. He was often awake at night, and when he closed his eyes, it was scarlet blood.

After he grew up slowly, everything around him calmed down slowly.

But at this time, he started to have that nightmare again, and it was so real.

After lying down for a while, he finally moved his body and went to work at the company.

Nothing strange happened all the time. After returning home at night, he turned on the phone and chatted with his rumored girlfriend as usual.

Then wait until eleven o'clock to wash up and go to bed.

The clock moved forward a little bit, and just as the twelve o'clock was ringing, another breeze blew in from the window.

The merchant opened his eyes in a daze.

Everything is like a reprint of the previous one.

Only this time, Yan Bupo changed his method.

"Listen that you now have someone you like." He sighed, "That's not good. You promised me that you will never be moved to anyone in your life. Did you even forget this?"

Yan Bupo's eyes were sad, but the dagger in his hand was not merciful.

Seeing that the senior merchant's face was distorted because of the pain, he even leaned down and gently hugged him: "Brother Ze Shi, when you were buried, you were still in the coffin that I held you in. You were too light back then..."

Is it not easy? In order to save the life of Lao Shizi, I forcibly dug out my heart to fill in the hole that he shouldn't fill in.

There are many fools in this world, but he is so stupid that he is really rare.

Because of the pain, the respect quotient even lost the strength to speak.

The white dagger looked as cold as ice and as gloomy as bones, and all the warmth in his body disappeared, leaving only cold.

What the **** is this...

"Prickly—"

After a sharp noise, everything in front of me collapsed like quicksand.

The white dagger was gone, and Yan Bupa was gone.

The senior merchant slowly raised his eyelids and saw a familiar figure sitting beside him.

He was still in his room, and there was no trace of blood on his chest.

The person sitting by the bed frowned, a thin willow tree leaf in his hand: "What did you dream of?"

It took a long time for the respected businessman to focus his eyes.

When he saw Ye Chuijin, he was relieved, and then he told Ye Chuijin what had happened in his dream.

When he heard the name of the man in white, Ye Chuijin was stunned: "Who are you?"

"His own name is Yan Bupo."

Yan Bupo is also one of the legends in the cultivation world, but he is more infamous than his reputation as a violent god.

When he was a child, he was just being bullied and bullied. Later, he was monitored to have the potential to cultivate immortals, so he was accepted as a disciple by a certain fairy mountain.

In the second year of his cultivation, he entered the mortal world and killed all of the Yan family.

On his path of cultivation, killing is the most common thing.

It wasn't until the well-known Zhongmulou poster surrendered him that there was a peaceful and prosperous world of cultivation.

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