Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4069 Dream

  It was one night a long time later, and Ranbai had another nightmare.

  She pulled over a chair and sat by the French window.

  Outside the huge transparent glass window, there are thousands of lights, which are always bright, and the world cannot be more than this.

  There is no voice in the room, and it seems unusually quiet when there is only one person.

Ran Bai usually smiles outside, either lazy or playful. It's not serious, but when a person is alone, he doesn't laugh very much. Even the arc of the corner of his mouth is perfunctory, and then it follows every minute and every second. Slightly flattened, without waves.

  Quiet and quiet, with dark pupils, it feels like being free from the world, like wind, entangled in the heat, and still without a trace when it calms down, freely retractable and free.

  I got used to it during this period of time. After all, the strange things that its host did because of insomnia were not a day or two.

  One time, she fainted due to low blood sugar when she was white. Shen Zhiyu almost called all the doctors in the hospital for consultation.

  The last one is a psychologist.

  The psychiatrist and Yanbai talked for an hour that day, and no one knew what they talked about during that hour.

When    was dyed white, it was normal, quite helpless.

  She just has insomnia, so there is no problem.

  The psychiatrist actually thought that his career had been miserable in Waterloo, so he gave the only sentence that was very complicated.

  ——"She is the most normal patient I have ever seen."

  The most normal, but the patient.

  Feng Luo wondered if that still needs to be said by you, its host can be regarded as a person who has worked as a psychologist, and you can be regarded as a companion.

  In fact, at this time, a quiet day, alone, Feng Luo didn't want to disturb dyeing white too much.

  I don’t know why it has a feeling of palpitations. It’s hard to tell where that feeling comes from. Just looking at that person’s back is out of control.

  Oh, it has no heart.

Feng Luo sighed, jumped out of the system space, and quietly nested on the ground, with her snow-white tail fluttering, and enjoying the city scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with Yanbai, the panoramic view, although these scenery is beautiful, but they are all the same. I didn’t think there was anything, but it asked strangely: "What can I see?"

Ran Bai fell back on the chair, carelessly, her two pupils were reflected with light and shadows, and disappeared in no time. She was so excited the first time she came, and said nonchalantly: "I used to look like this when I was in the blood clan. "

  Feng Luo was the first time she heard Ranbai talk about the blood family, and she couldn't help but startled.

   "But the windows are not so big, and there are not so many to see."

  Ranbai's tone is plain, like talking about strangers.

  "What can I see?" Feng Luo was a little curious.

   "A peach tree, tall, taller than the attic." Ran Bai closed her eyes.

   Feng Luo gave a cry, and said without a word: "I heard that the peach tree has a good meaning, longevity and health."

   "Really? That's a shame."

   "What a pity?"

   "The man who lives there is a short-lived ghost."

Feng Luo couldn't help asking: "Who?"

"forget."

  She has remembered a lot recently. The looser the imprisonment, the more turbulent the memory.

  But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember who the people in the attic were, and she would be buried in the fog forever.

  She only knew that the people who lived there died, and they were all **** when they died.

  Feng Luo was silent for a while: "I heard that people who have forgotten will remember them in their dreams."

   "You heard that this is not very reliable." Yan Bai pulled the corners of her lips, but did not smile, her wrists dangled to her side, pale and sickly, "I have never seen it before."

  Feng Luo subconsciously looked at Yen Bai, and could not see any emotions on the strange face.

  It wanted to ask what the dream was, but it wouldn’t be a good thing to think about it. It has never heard Ranbai say it, just like as long as she doesn’t say it, no one knows it.

  She always seemed heartless, indulging herself into the plane, and she always looked on with a trace of reason, nothing unusual.

   "I really can't tell that people like you, the host, will have nightmares." Feng Luo was a little emotional, obviously looking so unscrupulous.

   Dyeing white chirped: "Yes, just your IQ, I don't say what can you know?"

  "……"

  How to say it with insult to the system?

  It is undeniable that Chen Bai is a deep-minded person, deep enough to not reveal his true self, and hide all his thoughts in a place where no one knows.

  She does not need to talk, she does not need to rely on, she can always adjust herself and stay rational.

   is not deliberately concealed, but purely unnecessary and unimportant.

Feng Luo has seen many people, and dyed white is the one that he has not dared to really guess until now. It is difficult to describe who the host is. Numerous impressions have been from understanding to overthrow, but that is consistent. An introverted reason, like a knife embedded in the bone marrow, penetrates into the flesh and blood, takes root and grows, living and dying with her.

   "Hey, sometimes it’s not a bad thing to be more emotional than rational, you are too harsh."

"I now--"

   "I know!" Feng Luo interrupted her, "You are pretending to be emotional enough now."

   "It's boring." Dye Bai gave a sigh, squeezed his wrist, and looked down casually at the lights.

   Feng Luole said: "In fact, we still have something in common."

  "……"

  Ranbai was silent for two seconds: "Don't insult me."

   "???"

  Feng Luoan: "Can you talk about it! I tell you! You can't stop this lonely night, you can't stop my mouth!"

  Yan Bai suddenly had an urge to throw Feng Luo into the small black room.

   Feng Luo whispered: "I don't remember my past either."

  Dye white and take a look at it.

   "All systems will forget the past and only keep the data." Feng Luo seriously said: "Do you still remember who you are? I have been a bunch of data since I was born."

   "It's okay to forget it." Dyeing white is rare to comfort it, "Maybe it was silly before."

  "……"

  Seal the mouth and spit fragrance.

   "Host, you are so frustrated with me now, that I can't even feel the pitiful emotions."

   "There are many poor people, you can go to the poor one by one."

   Dye white lightly.

  Feng Luo stopped speaking, and was quiet for a long time: "It's almost over, right?"

"Ok."

   "I will see you again after the end?"

   "See you if you want."

  "Will you be reluctant?"

"Will not."

   "You are so cruel."

"Ok."

  Feng Luo never felt such a strong feeling at any moment, she did not belong here, did not belong to this world.

  She should be her, no matter what she is.

  Ranbai looked out the window for a long, long time, so long that she didn't feel bored, she covered the place where the heart grew with her hand, and heard the sound of the heartbeat.

  Blood people are born without heart.

  This is the last time she perceives the human heartbeat.

  The attic is very quiet, and there is never any sound. There is a long-lived peach tree outside the narrow window. You have to look up to see the sky until your eyes are sore.

   is about to end.

  (End of this chapter)