"The gods don't need to sleep."

"Is that right?" Err thought for a while, "But sleeping is really a wonderful thing. You don't have to think about anything, and the meridians in your body can relax. If you are lucky, you can have a sweet dream."

That is a waste of time done by ordinary people.

Li Ye wanted to refute, but she muttered to herself: "I once dreamed of chicken legs bigger than a house. At that time, there was a famine in the mortal world and there was no meat to eat in the palace. That dream made me so happy that I could still taste the aroma of meat when I woke up."

"One time I dreamed of a rabbit. It looked small from a distance, but when I got closer, it was as big as a horse, with soft and white hair, carrying me and flying all the time in the sky."

The more he joked, the happier he became. Er bent his eyes and clapped his hands, and said to him seriously: "You can have a sleep, it's so sweet."

Is this the reason why she slept like a pig in the world?

Li Ye wrinkled his nose in disgust, but her voice was thin and soft, and she muttered and muttered, which really made him feel a little sleepy.

His dreams would not be sweet, Li Ye knew very well. When he closed his eyes, he could only see the fire that poured down from the sky tens of thousands of years ago, and the heart-wrenching cry of a woman.

But he still closed his eyes quietly as she wished.

The sound of talking by the bed suddenly became smaller.

"God?" called like a mosquito.

Li Ye fell asleep motionlessly, and felt her leaning in and touching his eyelashes with her soft fingertips.

"It's so long." He heard a sigh of emotion.

Then she got up and went back to the medicine stove.

The boiling fire was reduced, and there was still a gurgling sound in the medicine jar, as if it was burning. She whistled and jumped two steps in place, then tiptoed to the window, put down the thick curtain, and rubbed the fabric against her fingers, the sound was smooth and round.
Chapter completed!