This is the only thought in Jian Yao's mind. She feels like her body is burning with a ball of flame, but she can't do anything about it.
She was confused and wanted to open her eyes and drink some ice water, but her body seemed to be separated from her soul, completely out of control of her thoughts, and instead pulled her into a deeper sleep.
No one noticed that the crystal in Jian Yao's system backpack was emitting a dazzling light, and several lines of incomprehensible text appeared on it as before.
Jian Yao's body also became hotter and hotter due to the light of the crystal. Only the seal pillow on the bedside noticed that there was a white light pattern on Jian Yao's forehead.
The face of the little white seal is obviously expressionless, but it gives people a serious feeling.
[The body temperature is too high, the system determines that the body temperature should be lowered in time]
[Instruction in progress]
The seal pillow suddenly moved. This seemingly bulky body turned out to be surprisingly light and soon lay on Jian Yao's forehead.
It seems to be made of soft cotton and fine fluff. Not only does it not have the ability to cool down, it may even raise the body temperature further.
But I don’t know how this seal pillow is made. It actually controls the temperature of her own body and cools down Jian Yao.
However, this cold temperature is just a drop in the bucket for Jian Yao.
The strong flames were still burning in Jian Yao's body, and Jian Yao felt as if she was standing barefoot on a large piece of burning land.
In fact, when she regained consciousness, she found herself standing barefoot in a space full of flames.
The ground is all red in color, and there is a smell of sulfur in the air. Orange-red flames are swaying wantonly in the air, and everywhere you look here is orange-red.
Is she dreaming or traveling through time?
Jian Yao pinched the flesh on her arm with a dull expression, but surprisingly she didn't feel any pain.
Oh, that's okay, it seems that she is indeed dreaming, so she should continue to sleep.
She nodded seriously, lay down directly on the hot ground, closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep again, maybe she would wake up this way.
You can obviously feel no pain, but this heat is real.
Jian Yao: It’s so hot that I can’t sleep at all!
But if this is her dream, can she control her dream and turn this hell full of flames and high temperatures into a large bed of soft clouds?
But no matter how hard Jian Yao tried to imagine the scene she wanted, the scene in front of her didn't change at all.
Isn't she dreaming? Or is this actually not her dream, but someone else's dream?
In the real world, Jian Yao's parents rushed home from the supermarket carrying large and small bags. Before they could take a breath and rest, they heard the doorbell ringing.
The doorbell, which had sounded pleasant in the past, now sounded a little hastily, as if the person ringing the doorbell was very anxious.
The rapid and harsh ringing echoed in the silent living room, as if it would not stop until the person inside the door responded.
Mother Jian put down the things in her hands, ran over to open the door, and asked, "It's coming, it's coming! Who is it?"
Standing outside the door was a single father and mother carrying a few bags of things. The strange thing was that they were not so anxious when ringing the doorbell. Is there something important?
Jane's mother felt a little strange in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. After all, it was unreasonable for a neighbor who had been with her for so many years to become embarrassed because of such a trivial matter.
"Sister Shan, why are you so anxious?" Mother Jian said with a smile.
The smile on the single mother's face was as bright as ever. She raised the things in her hands and explained: "I just took them out of the freezer. I thought you guys would like to eat them, so I brought some back to your family. I was afraid that they would be eaten on the way.
It will melt after a long time.”
As she spoke, she handed the big bag that was still letting out the slightest bit of cold air to Mother Jian.
Mother Jian took the heavy bag, and the smile on her face became even brighter than before. She took the bag and walked to the kitchen, saying at the same time, "Come in, sit down and rest."
The single father and mother were not polite and sat directly on the sofa in the living room. However, the two of them would look towards Jian Yao's room vaguely from time to time. It seemed that their purpose of coming to Jian Yao's house was not that simple.
Shan's mother was actually holding a bag in her hand, but she didn't hand it to Jian's mother just now, but put it on the tea table in the living room.
The black gift bag also has a simple and beautiful brand representative pattern and name printed on it. It seems that this should be some gift intended for Jian Yao.
Mother Shan put one hand on the handle of the gift bag and asked Mother Jian with a smile: "Is Yaoyao at home? I saw some gadgets on the way back and I think she will definitely like them."
Jane's mother just came out of the kitchen. After thinking about it, she said: "She should have come out of the game, right? She is most likely in the room now. I will wake her up now."
The curtains in Jian Yao's room had been pulled up before, and there was no light in the whole room. In the dim room, only Jian Yao could be seen lying on the bed, sleeping.
If you get closer, you can see that her pajamas are a little messy, and the quilt has been kicked to the ground by her kick.
When Jane's mother saw this scene, she couldn't help but show a bit of doting in her eyes. No matter how old her daughter was, in her mother's eyes, she was still the child who was babbling around her.
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"Really, you are kicking the quilt when you are so old."
Although Mother Jian said something critical, she still bent down and picked up the quilt that fell on the ground.
She was about to wake up the sleeping Jian Yao, but in the dim light she saw Jian Yao's face as red as a pink peach, and her breath was warm enough to burn her skin.
All kinds of symptoms showed how abnormal Jian Yao's body was at this time.
Mother Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously touched Jian Yao's forehead.
It's very hot, I'm afraid you can even fry eggs at this temperature.
"Old Jian! Get ready to drive to the hospital!" Jian's mother shouted towards the outside of the room while packing up Jian Yao's clothes.
Jian's father was still in the living room preparing to boil water and make tea for the single father and mother, when he heard his wife suddenly shouting such words in his daughter's room.
He immediately picked up the car keys placed on the tea table, walked towards the bedroom, and asked, "What's wrong?"