[Smoke of gunpowder begins in dreams, feelings are hidden on the edge of a knife]
Jiang Li is the last dream controller in the world. He has been lying dormant for ten years, just to destroy his enemies with his own hands.
She promoted the brothel girl as the emperor's new favorite, and destroyed the honor and favor of her junior sister and noble concubine;
As a national counselor, she worked step by step and laid a dragnet in the court.
Everyone said that the Imperial Master was compassionate, but only the cold-faced general could see through the sharp edge beneath her gentle skin.
Ling Zhaoye, the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand.
He was ordered to monitor this dangerous woman, but in her smiling eyes, he always thought of the figure in his dream who saved him from fire and water.
Until that night, he grabbed her neck and asked: "How could it be you who I shot and killed ten years ago?"
Jiang Li chuckled against his chest: "Master Ling is so entangled, is he investigating the case, or is he moved by the mortal heart?"
He discovered her identity as the leader of Meng Kill, and the Emperor was furious and sentenced her to death.
Ling Zhaoye knelt in front of the palace and exchanged half a lifetime of military service for her chance of survival.
Jiang Li chuckled while wearing shackles: "Silly puppy, is it worth risking everything for a traitor like me?"
He held her cold hand: "From the moment you entered my dream, I had no choice."
He seeks her to solve his nightmare, but falls into the entangled trap set by the imperial concubine.
In a blur of consciousness, he pulled open her clothes and breathed hotly: "This time... You still want to escape?"
Jiang Li's silver needle pierced his fingertips, and blood rolled down: "Ling Zhaoye, see clearly who I am."
The scarlet red in his eyes faded, and his voice was hoarse: "Jiang Li... Don't leave."
On the night she was assassinated, he broke in through the window and touched her smooth shoulder with his fingertips:
"There are no arrow scars... Then why do you come into my dreams every night?"
Jiang Li pushed him against the wall with his backhand: "Your Majesty is so concerned about my body, why not explain first——"
"Why do you always call my name in your dreams?"
When she finally dragged her enemy into the abyss of nightmare,
The emperor on the dragon throne showed his fangs: "Either teach the dream killing technique, or die."
At the critical moment, he led his cavalry to break through the palace, with thousands of lights behind him.
"Jiang Li," he stretched out his hand to her, "this dragon chair is worth trading for you."
# Fishing Dream Killer×Innocent Leng General#
Concept: Gunsmoke begins in dreams, feelings are hidden on the edge of a knife