After a brief silence, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but ask again: "What? I just dreamed of a plane crash?"

Feng Yin shook her head, then thought that he could not see it now in darkness.

So he hurriedly said, "No, the dream just now should be something that the original body experienced in childhood."

"oh?"

Zhang Yiming listened to her answer and raised his eyebrows in the darkness, "It means you remember everything that your original body has experienced?"

"No."

Feng Yin answered very decisively, "In the dream, everything is very blurry, and I can't even see clearly what happened."

"In the dream, I feel palpitations, panic, coldness and indescribable panic."

"I heard a woman's shrill cry in a vague way, asking the original body to walk quickly, the further you go, the better."

"Then my body was taken away from the scene without being controlled. Then I woke up from that dream."

Zhang Yiming was silent for a while before comforting: "Don't think about it, that's all the past."

Feng Yin: "Well, I think so too. Maybe it's because before dinner, when you discovered the original body, I realized that the scene I had made up for was not necessarily the case."

"Get a good rest."

After hearing what she said, Zhang Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I guess you are sleepy too if you are struggling like this."

"Um."

Although Feng Yin responded obediently, she actually couldn't sleep for a while after just woke up from such a dream.

She stared at the roof with wide eyes and could only vaguely see a rough outline. To put it bluntly, she couldn't see anything clearly.

I recalled the scenes in my dreams uncontrollably.

The thrilling sword light and the liquid sprayed like a fountain.

Even though the picture was grayish-white, Feng Yin could still confirm that the blood in the human body was sprayed out in the sword light and sabre shadow.

Zhang Yiming also guessed that she couldn't sleep. After a while, he was silent, and then said, "I'm still thinking about what's happening in my dream?"

Feng Yin nodded, and then she said again: "I didn't see anything else clearly, but there was still some vague picture."

So she depicted Zhang Yiming the collision of swords and swords in that scene, as well as the scene of the figure spraying blood when it fell to the ground.

After hearing her description, Zhang Yiming finally came to a conclusion: "Maybe, if you encounter revenge in your original family, you are brought out by the escorts at home."

Feng Yin took a deep breath: "Or maybe, before the enemy came in, there would be internal thieves in the family, otherwise it would be impossible for only the original body to be alive."

He turned over and said, "I don't want to think about these things anymore. Since the original body chose to forget them, why should I pursue them?"

"It's right."

Zhang Yiming heard the relaxation in her tone, and a smile rose from the corner of her lips, "We are not the original body, there is no need to do something for the original body that they have given up."

Feng Yin didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.

At this moment, she was not as calm as she was, but instead had an impulse.

Want to figure it out and then avenge your parents.

She knew that this must be an obsession hidden in the bones of the original body, not her original intention.

Zhang Yiming paused and added: "Of course, if we really encounter it, it is not impossible to avenge this revenge."

Feng Yin chuckled: "...you are not afraid. With our meager strength, we are just ants shaking the tree?"

"That's not necessarily."

Zhang Yiming's tone was also lighter, "Maybe we will grow to surpass your enemies in the future?"

Feng Yin thought for a while and said, "If you really have this idea, I think we should be prepared."
Chapter completed!