Chapter 87: In the Dream

The way a Nightmare enters a dream is very simple.

As long as there is physical contact with the target, one can sink their consciousness into the other party’s dream.

What kind of dream would Xiu have? Would he dream of him?

Or would he dream of the princess…

Thinking this, Wen Chu sank into Xiu’s dreamscape.

As soon as he entered the dream, tongues of fiery red flames rushed toward his face, then stopped in front of him, bringing a scorching breath.

Wen Chu was startled into taking a step back, and immediately afterward felt heat on his lower back.

Only then did he realize that behind him was also a sea of fire.

Fire; everywhere the eye could see was endless raging fire.

These flames seemed inextinguishable, scorching the earth. From the distance came the shouts of clashing weapons and the roars of dragons.

But looking carefully, apart from the fire, there was nothing here.

This was just an illusion in Xiu’s dream.

According to the information given by the System, he could easily wake others up. Wen Chu had originally planned to eat and run.

But now, the unreasonable flames stopped Wen Chu in his tracks.

He could feel the anger, disgust, and boundless loneliness surging within the flames.

This was Xiu’s nightmare.

Xiu was immersed in these emotions. Wen Chu wanted to find the Xiu in the dream and ask clearly what this was all about.

Fortunately, the surrounding flames were ultimately just a dream. When Wen Chu took a step forward, they shrank back a little.

The flames formed a vacuum zone around him, and Wen Chu walked forward unimpeded like this all the way.

Along the way, he saw blood-stained earth, torn dragon scales, broken staffs, and piles of bones. What happened here was almost on the verge of being revealed.

This was the war between humans and dragons a hundred years ago.

Walking all the way to the very front, Wen Chu saw the dead giant dragon.

Every inch of her scales had been dyed red with blood. Her golden beast pupils were wide open unwillingly, staring at Wen Chu.

These eyes had lost all their luster.

She was lying prone, blood gushing continuously from her abdomen, soaking the ground, still carrying residual warmth that hadn’t yet dissipated.

Wen Chu frowned, sensing something.

He tried to control this dreamscape. The giant dragon and the surroundings turned into specks of light, finally condensing into a small ball.

Wen Chu ate it with an “a-woo.”

A bit bitter, and still hot.

【Health +48h】
【Remaining Health: 5 days, 07 hours, 33 minutes】

His Health Points rapidly rose by a large chunk. After the giant dragon disappeared, the thing she protected with her last breath was finally revealed.

It was a dragon egg as tall as a person.

An egg warmed by the giant dragon with her own blood.

Wen Chu fell silent.

Dragons develop and grow inside the egg, and only break out of the shell after reaching adulthood. Therefore, most dragons have memories while inside the egg.

Xiu should be no exception.

A hundred years ago, while still a dragon egg, he witnessed the destruction of his entire race and was ultimately preserved by his mother in such a bloody way.

If the records in Overend’s Poetry Collection were true, then that mother dragon should have failed.

Combining Overend’s Poetry Collection and the System’s explanation, the last dragon egg was hidden in the raging fire left by the dragons. The dragon flame didn’t extinguish until five years later, burning down half of the Moonlit Forest.

As a long-lived race, a dragon egg takes at least thirty-odd years to hatch.

The dragon egg eventually lost heat. It took a full fifty-odd years before he finally broke out of the shell successfully on his own.

And what he was seeing now was Xiu in his dragon egg form.

Is this Xiu’s nightmare?

Wen Chu couldn’t help reaching out and stroking the egg.

His fingertips touched the smooth eggshell, the surface still retaining warmth.

“Crack—”

Under Wen Chu’s surprised gaze, a crack appeared on the egg.

Then a second one, a third one…

The eggshell shattered.

He saw those familiar transparent blue eyes.

The man’s semi-long blonde hair draped over his shoulders as he stepped out of the eggshell, revealing a body wearing not a stitch of clothing.

His muscle lines were smooth, and his eyes still carried confusion. A golden dragon tail dragged on the ground behind him, every inch of scales flashing with cold light.

Xiu walked a few more steps in Wen Chu’s direction.

He still couldn’t figure out the situation.

It was clearly a desperate nightmare just like any other day; why did the little Nightmare he snatched appear?

Nightmares eat dreams; shouldn’t he eat and leave? A little Nightmare shouldn’t have the ability to weave dreams either.

Xiu thought about it, and finally attributed all this to “what one thinks about by day, one dreams of by night,” and accepted Wen Chu’s existence frankly.

There was even a hint of secret joy.

He had tried very hard to suppress his emotions, pretending to be a good dragon in front of Wen Chu for half a day.

Even though he wanted to forcibly take Wen Chu several times and make him forget that trash demon ex-husband, he endured it forcefully.

But now it was in a dream.

In a dream, indulging a little is also allowed, right?

Thinking this, Xiu walked a few more steps toward Wen Chu.

His figure covered the little Nightmare. Xiu no longer concealed his greed and possessiveness, sweeping his gaze over every inch of Wen Chu’s skin, wishing he could just eat the other party up eagerly with his eyes.

The moment he met Wen Chu’s round, harmless eyes, Xiu began to feel hot.

“Wen Chu…”

He let out a sigh.

How could there be such a cute existence.

His most beautiful treasure.

Wanted to eat him up in one bite.

Xiu thought so, and did so. He reached out directly, pulled the slender white-haired Nightmare over, and pushed him to the ground.

He sat directly on Wen Chu, met the other’s surprised gaze, and said straightforwardly: “Let’s do it!”

Wen Chu: “…Ah?”

Everything happened too suddenly. One moment it was Xiu’s nightmare, and the next moment the other party suddenly became an adult, rode on him, and wanted to do it with him.

Wen Chu even suspected Xiu had slept himself stupid. He couldn’t help asking: “Do you know who I am?”

Xiu flicked his tail impatiently: “You are Wen Chu, the gem I snatched.”

He had no clothes, and the two things in front had reacted upon seeing Wen Chu, currently incomparably conspicuous.

Wen Chu’s gaze first lingered on Xiu’s front for a moment, then looked at Xiu’s tail.

Vigorous exercise would definitely wake Xiu up.

Before clarifying the matter about the princess, he wasn’t ready to express his feelings to Xiu. And Xiu pulling anyone he saw to do it like this, what did he take him for…

Wen Chu’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Because Xiu waited for a while and didn’t get Wen Chu’s answer, so he simply started doing it himself.

He was very irritable; the Little Gem wasn’t willing to yield to him even in a dream.

Already his person, yet still thinking of staying chaste?

Really wanted to tear Louis into pieces right now.

Burning with anger, Xiu tore off Wen Chu’s clothes in three strokes, lifted his tail, grabbed Wen Chu’s collar, and sat on him.

But he had no experience in intercourse, let alone being the one underneath.

He didn’t know how to open his scales.

Wen Chu only felt painful friction from Xiu’s cold scales.

He frowned in pain. The blonde evil dragon on top of him was also anxiously uncomfortable, letting out a low roar, then pursed his lips and said viciously: “Don’t move, I’ll go prepare.”

Saying this, Xiu pressed down his waist right in front of Wen Chu, lifted his tail, turned his head, and clumsily looked for his scales.

Wen Chu’s breathing hitched.

It wasn’t that he lacked reason; it was clearly Xiu deliberately seducing him.

Wen Chu supported himself and slowly sat up.

Xiu was still lying on top of him. Feeling his movement, he glared at him fiercely again: “Don’t move. If you dare run, I’ll cut your hamstrings.”

He threatened verbally, but actually, with one hand supporting his body and the other roughly fumbling on his tail, he simply couldn’t spare a hand to stop Wen Chu.

Even the highly deterrent tail was curled high up at this moment, trying hard to reveal the scales underneath.

Wen Chu couldn’t help laughing: “Then I’m so scared, Mr. Evil Dragon.”

He curved his eyes happily and reached out to stroke the place where Xiu’s tailbone connected to the tail.

This was the root of Xiu’s tail.

“Wu…?”

Xiu only felt a burst of numbness rise from the root of his tail. His waist instantly lost strength and collapsed, almost smashing onto Wen Chu.

Even the scales he couldn’t touch all this time began to feel numb and itchy.

What was going on?

Xiu looked up to ask what Wen Chu did to him, but he simply had no chance to ask.

Wen Chu grabbed the root of his tail and rubbed it again and again, curiously drawing circles on his tailbone with his fingertips.

“Gege, is the tail also so sensitive?”

The unexpected address made Xiu shiver again.

He swelled even more severely, his tone still fierce: “I am not… your brother.”

Don’t mistake him for someone else.

Wen Chu made an “Ah” sound and asked confusedly: “Don’t you like it?”

He thought Xiu liked it very much.

However, it was normal for different growing environments to create different kinks. Wen Chu quickly and smoothly accepted the setting of “cannot call Gege” and continued to explore under Xiu’s tail.

Below the root of the tail were the scales.

Similar to mermaids.

Unlike Xiu’s clumsiness, Wen Chu found that scale very skillfully.

When he saw Xiu’s expression suddenly become panicked, he curved his eyes and smiled obediently, then with a soft yet undeniable force, laid Xiu down on the ground.

The situation reversed, and he thus saw the full view of Xiu’s scales clearly.

Under the tail were white soft scales. After prying them open, there was soft pink.

He didn’t stick it in.

Just a shallow taste with one finger.

“Er-wu?”

Xiu let out a short, helpless cry. The moment he took Wen Chu in, the two eye-catching things in front shook under the overwhelming burden, then shot directly.

The instinct for self-protection made Xiu subconsciously curl his tail and knock his knees together, attempting to cover the scales.

So strange.

He became so strange.

His tail was out of control. Starting from the tailbone, his blood boiled even more fiercely. All his spirit seemed to be concentrated on that small scale.

How could it be like this…

The white-haired Nightmare before him still looked pretty and cute.

He leaned in close; small red horns revealed themselves from his white hair as he smiled at him.

Simply like a succubus.

“Be good.” Wen Chu pried open his knees.

“You can’t cover it. You invited me here yourself.”

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to add pitifully: “If I don’t help you, you’ll cut my hamstrings.”

Saying this, he slightly curled his finger.

Scratching and digging at the poor soft flesh inside the scale.

Xiu’s scale was only a tiny bit; Wen Chu only used one finger.

But just this was enough to make the other’s dragon tail tremble convulsively.

“Wait…”

The arrogant giant dragon finally realized something was wrong in hindsight.

He was messed up completely by Wen Chu’s digging, unable to control any reaction of his body.

Even while still in the refractory period, he shot again and again.

This wasn’t right; it shouldn’t be like this.

It should be him doing Wen Chu until he could never escape, not Wen Chu playing with his tail like this.

Why did opening the scales feel like this?

Xiu’s tail trembled, but every time he wanted to curl his tail to escape, it would only be pulled straight by Wen Chu. The scale was never spared, and his front also went out of control time and time again.

In this posture, he could even see how the pink flesh at the scale went from hidden tightly to everted, and Wen Chu actually started using a second finger to poke his scale.

That spot had completely lost resistance, almost gently accepting Wen Chu.

Xiu shuddered, only to find he was already hurting.

Really too many times.

He actually felt the pain of shooting too much in a dream.

“Don’t…”

He reached out with a trembling hand to cover his scale.

This dream wasn’t right; it shouldn’t be like this.

How could he be played with like this by Wen Chu? He was a dragon; he couldn’t be less durable than Wen Chu’s ex-husband.

This must be a nightmare.

Xiu resisted, covered in cold sweat. Wen Chu, who was patiently expanding, also realized something was wrong.

The dreamscape began to destabilize.

Xiu was about to wake up.

Right, with such an intense dream, Xiu would definitely be startled awake. For the other party to persist until now, it could already be considered sleeping deeply.

Although it was a pity, now wasn’t the time to be discovered.

Wen Chu withdrew his hand reluctantly, quickly devouring the dreamscape, eating up all the remaining sea of fire around them.

Leaving only Xiu lying on the ground, tail lifted, scale not yet closed, slowly spitting water outward.

【Health +8760h】
【Remaining Health: 1 year 5 days】
【Wen Chu (Nightmare Form): lv.1 | 10%】

Just before leaving the dreamscape, Wen Chu looked at the Health Points that had increased by a whole year and revealed a surprised expression.

Does eating a dream once increase this much Health Points? Did the System open a back door for him again?

His experience bar increased by one-tenth all at once.

Looking at it this way, wouldn’t he level up after eating ten dreams?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wen Chu’s mind, but in reality, his eyes remained tightly closed, lying on Xiu’s belly sleeping.

Soon, within two or three seconds, he felt the giant dragon beneath him shudder violently, letting out scorching gasps, then suddenly startle awake.

Wen Chu slowly opened his eyes, pretending to have just been woken up by the other’s shaking, lifted the quilt, and got up.

“What’s… wrong?”

Wen Chu paused for several seconds when saying the second word.

He fell asleep on Xiu’s belly.

There was some distance from the two things in front of Xiu, but not far. At least sitting on Xiu’s belly, he could clearly see the changes in the other party.

Also because of this, the first thing Wen Chu saw was the stuff Xiu was intermittently spitting out.

Just because he pulled his tail and touched his scale in the dream, Xiu shot like this.

Xiu obviously finally realized something too, let out a mournful cry, and suddenly turned into human form.

Wen Chu, wrapped in the quilt, fell onto the gem mountain.

The blonde man scrambled up in a panic, only having time to hurriedly drop a “wait for me,” and ran far away as if fleeing.

Wen Chu: …

He guessed Xiu went to take a cold shower.

He looked down, estimating the height of the gem mountain.

He couldn’t climb down this mountain that might slide at any time by himself.

Figuring this out, Wen Chu didn’t do useless work. He spread the quilt under him to isolate the hard gems, feeling for the first time that having too much money was also a kind of pain.

Sleeping on it was quite painful.

Not knowing how long Xiu would take for his cold shower, Wen Chu swung his tail in boredom while waiting.

Wen Chu started pinging the System: 【Did you open a back door for me again? Why did it directly increase Health Points by a year?】

System: 【No.】

System: 【Said it before: the greater the emotional fluctuation of the dream you eat, the more Health Points increase, and the more magic power you gain.】

Wen Chu understood.

In the dream, it was the hatred of genocide, plus being fingered by him for a while. No matter which one, the emotional fluctuation was already off the charts for Xiu.

He touched his nose: 【Sorry, misunderstood you this time.】

The System disappeared coldly: 【Just don’t forget the mission and cause me trouble again.】

Wen Chu wagged his tail even more guiltily.

The red heart-tipped tail swung in front of his eyes. Wen Chu looked at his tail and thought for a few seconds.

Adhering to the academic spirit that practice brings true knowledge, he reached out and touched the root of his own tail.

No feeling.

Wen Chu tugged at the tip of his tail again.

Still no feeling.

Strange, are dragon tails particularly sensitive?

When Xiu came back from his cold shower, he saw the little Nightmare sitting on the gem mountain pulling his own tail. The whole dragon was stunned for a moment.

Why is Wen Chu self-harming?

Action was faster than thought. Before Xiu could figure out the answer, he had already turned into dragon form and flew up the gem mountain, letting out a low roar and encircling Wen Chu directly into his arms.

Wen Chu was startled again, looking at Xiu in astonishment.

Xiu turned back into human form, reached out to grab his wrist, and frowned: “What are you doing?”

Wen Chu: “…Doing an experiment?”

Xiu’s frown deepened.

Finding himself so undurable in the dream had already upset him, and bumping into Wen Chu self-harming like this made him even more irritable.

He flicked his tail, the corners of his mouth tight: “Is it because you don’t like the environment in the cave?”

Just didn’t dare to show dissatisfaction in front of him, so he didn’t say it.

In reality, Wen Chu was scared to the point of self-harming?

Wen Chu was completely confused: “It’s okay? Just don’t have a bed…”

Xiu immediately said: “I’ll take you to buy one now.”

Wen Chu: “Ah?”

Wen Chu didn’t understand why they suddenly had to go shopping, but anyway, having a bed would be great. He said happily: “I have money too. I have over a hundred thousand gold coins, and there are crystal cores in the carriage. I want to buy you a bed too. Why don’t we simply buy a big house? We can’t see the sun in the cave; we can buy a big castle…”

Xiu watched quietly as Wen Chu chattered on. Remembering the dream talk he overheard earlier, a trace of incongruous softness appeared in his ice-blue beast pupils.

“Okay.” He agreed.

He picked Wen Chu up by the waist, walked steadily down the gem mountain, and arrived beside the shivering little white horse.

“I’ll take you to the Dwarven Forging Duchy. We’ll buy it there.”

“Whatever you didn’t have before, I will buy for you.”

Xiu looked at Wen Chu and said sourly: “I will treat you better than him.”

Wen Chu: ?

Who?

Until Xiu dissolved the dragon tail illusion and set off in the carriage with him, Wen Chu still hadn’t figured out who Xiu was talking about.

Xiu added several more formations to the carriage. Wen Chu, who knew nothing about magic, couldn’t understand them. He only knew that this time, the carriage could move forward rapidly on its own without the little white horse.

Even breaking away from the constraints of the “horse’s” physical quality, the modified “car’s” travel speed was more than ten times faster than the previous acceleration.

And that poor little white horse—fainted again when Xiu approached.

Xiu hunted a rabbit in advance and roasted it to eat on the road; their breakfast and lunch were solved like this.

By the afternoon, they should arrive at the Forging Duchy, and they could eat a proper meal among the dwarves.

After lunch, Wen Chu sat in the carriage, thinking about why they suddenly went out.

Did Xiu have any purpose in taking him out so urgently?

If it was just shopping, Xiu could buy it himself. Last night in the dream, he threatened to cut his hamstrings if he dared to run, yet this morning he suddenly wanted to take him out. Was it to avoid someone?

Wen Chu’s eyes darkened.

Was it to give the princess hidden in the cave time to move around?

Or did Xiu know the news of the warriors’ crusade in advance and took him away to avoid it?

Regardless of which guess, they pointed to the same result:

Xiu had a close connection with the disappearance of the princess.

He had to ask clearly.

Wen Chu looked at Xiu. Xiu was peeling a White Honey berry for him. Seeing him look over, he handed the peeled fruit over.

Wen Chu opened his mouth to eat it, chewing while asking indistinctly: “You said earlier, ‘treat me better than him.’ Who were you talking about?”

Xiu’s movement froze for a moment, then he forced a smile: “I was just talking nonsense; don’t mind it.”

Since Wen Chu had left the Demon Race, he should completely forget that scumbag from before.

He shouldn’t bring up Louis in front of Wen Chu.

Just thinking that Louis, as a city lord, actually let Wen Chu sleep in a cave, made a burst of irritation rise from the bottom of Xiu’s heart.

Wen Chu slept until he got psychological shadows, crying even in his dreams.

How could such a person be worth Wen Chu entrusting his life to?

The more Xiu thought, the more annoyed he became, and he lost control of the strength in his hand. With a squeeze, the White Honey was completely crushed by him.

“Careful.” Wen Chu quickly grabbed the trash can and caught the sticky juice flowing down, then took out his water-filled fruit to wash Xiu’s hands.

He tore a piece of unused cloth and wiped Xiu’s hands, saying: “Actually, you don’t need to peel fruit for me. I usually eat it with the skin.”

Wen Chu lowered his eyes and wiped seriously, stormy waves rising in his heart.

So annoying; Xiu was avoiding his question.

Xiu didn’t know what kind of misunderstanding his answer had brought. Looking at Wen Chu’s fingers, he associated them with that dream that made him show such an ugly state.

His earlobes under the blonde hair turned red.

That was definitely just a dream. He tried it when taking a shower; prying open his own scales didn’t bring such intense feelings at all.

It was just that male dragons weren’t the receiving party to begin with, and he was too impatient, so his scales still sent faint discomfort even now.

But it was bearable.

He would definitely satisfy Wen Chu more than Louis.

Thinking this, Xiu said in a muffled voice: “This morning… sorry.”

Wen Chu was concentrating on wiping Xiu’s hands. He was stunned for a moment before realizing what Xiu was talking about, and smiled obediently: “It’s okay. You are a male dragon in your prime; having such a reaction is normal.”

Just a pity, no second dragon could possibly have any relationship with Xiu.

Humans couldn’t either.

Because he had already dragged Xiu into a dream and eaten him once.

In the future, only he could eat Xiu.

Xiu was dazzled by Wen Chu’s smile, and it took him a long time to find his voice: “Mn.”

Strange to say, after getting up this morning, he actually rarely suffered from headaches. Aside from hating Louis more, the irritability that made him want to destroy everything also lessened a lot.

Don’t know if it was because he rarely fell asleep last night, and the nightmare turned into a wet dream.

Although the possibility of that wet dream was a bit too terrifying, at least it brought him a little positive impact.

He could get along with the Little Gem more like a normal person.

Xiu also tried hard to curve the corners of his mouth, smiling clumsily at Wen Chu: “I’ll buy you a castle. If you like it, we will live here from now on.”

The Dwarven Forging Duchy was far away from elves and humans, closer to the Divine Realm, and was also Xiu’s first choice for settling down.

But he himself wasn’t willing to walk out of that scorched barren land.

Even if plagued by nightmares and needing Moon Breath Grass to sleep, Xiu persistently lingered on the barren scorched earth, collecting terrifying treasures.

Only when he occasionally couldn’t hold on would he turn into human form and wander around, writing other people’s stories to empty himself as much as possible.

Mary said it was because he couldn’t let go of the hatred of the Dragon Race.

But Xiu felt it wasn’t just hatred.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

Until at the door of Mary’s shop, the beautiful little Nightmare crashed into his arms.

The empty heart seemed to be filled.

He wanted to obtain him.

Xiu looked greedily at Wen Chu’s hand, thinking again.

No matter what despicable means he used, he wanted to obtain Wen Chu and make Wen Chu completely forget his ex-husband.

Wen Chu didn’t like caves, so he would keep him in a castle. As long as Wen Chu was happy, he was willing to follow Wen Chu out of the barren land.

Wen Chu’s puzzled voice rang out: “Buy a castle? But we shouldn’t have brought that much money this time, right?”

Xiu didn’t take anything and came out with him directly. They only had a carriage full of sixth-tier magical beast crystal cores.

Twenty-something crystal cores meant over twenty million gold coins. Although this was a lot of money, it probably couldn’t afford a whole castle?

And what about the princess? The princess should still be locked in the small room, right?

Just as Xiu was about to answer, the carriage jolted.

“Hello, ahead is the Forging Duchy. Please show your pass.”

Lifting the curtain, a mechanical giant fully two meters tall blocked the carriage and lowered its head, revealing the dwarf operating it from above.

This dwarf was only a little over a meter tall and bowed politely to them.

The Forging Duchy had arrived.