Zhang Zi'an dreamed that he was on the snowy plateau. The sky was gloomy and the wind was as cold as a knife. The surroundings were covered with white snow. Several blurred figures were lying beside him, and they seemed to have lost consciousness. Only he was awake, and the huge sense of loneliness tightly wrapped around him.

He held a steel gun in his arms, and even if he was trembling with cold, he would not throw it away.

Something moved around him. He looked down and saw that it was Feimas, who was lying beside several figures, as if using his body to keep them warm.

The snow kept falling, and the snow was getting thicker and thicker. It seemed that there were only two living creatures, he and Feimas, left in the world.

Suddenly, Feimas's ears moved, and he stood up from his lying position, staring at the distance covered by wind and snow.

"What's wrong, Femath?" he asked, and listened in his ears as he was.

No sound was heard, but the wind and snow brought a strange smell, like the rotten smell emitted from some wild beast.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he held the steel gun tightly and lay on the snow wall built by his comrades to defend against the enemy's attack, staring at the direction of the wind.

The green eyes, like ghost fire, appeared in pairs in the wind and snow. The dark sky outlined their strong bodies. They stopped silently outside the range of the steel guns, and surrounded him in a fan shape. They did not have to take risks to attack, just trap these humans and wait until they all freeze to death. The perfect hunting cooperation must have a cunning leader.

His heart was beating faster and faster. He looked back at his injured comrades. Faced with the siege of the beasts, he could not hold on for long. If this continues, everyone is destined to be a delicious meal for these beasts.

"Femas, run away, only you can escape." He said to Femas.

Feimas stared at him, then shook his head, suddenly jumped onto the snow wall, and let out a provocative roar at the beasts in the distance!

The beasts were angered, and even if they were organized in an orderly manner, they were just beasts in the end.

"Femas, what are you going to do?" he asked in surprise.

Feimas turned around and looked at him calmly, his eyes very pure, without the slightest fear of facing death.

"Femas, want to be an angel," it said.

Without waiting for him to stop him, Feimas jumped down the snow wall and ran wildly in the other direction, shouting while running.

The beasts were like iron sand attracted by magnets, and their formation was chaotic. Countless figures were driven by instinctively to chase Feimas.

"Femas!" he shouted.

...

"Fei...Ah Yeh!"

Zhang Zi'an sneezes loudly and sat up from the bed with a shiver.

Before the sky was completely bright, all the elves in the bedroom were awakened by his sneeze. Eyes of all colors were silently staring at him, but fortunately there was no green eyes in the nightmare. Although Fina's eyes were green, they were as green as shiny cat's eye, completely different from those ghostly fire-like eyes.

He looked down and saw that he was sitting on the bed, without a gun in his arms, and where was my quilt?

Looking further, Richard pulled the quilt to itself. It seemed that his clothes alone could no longer satisfy it. Who knew where this bird had such great strength!

No wonder I had this strange dream of being in the snow field, no wonder I was sneezing from the cold...

Zhang Zian wanted to throw Richard out of the window now, but it would definitely imitate the girl's voice and shout for help. Not only could it not punish it, it would make it look slutty!

"I accidentally had a nightmare..." he smiled innocently, "If you want to blame Richard, it took me away."

He looked at Feimas' position and met it with him.

For some reason, Zhang Zian always felt that Feimas knew the dream he had just had, and his wet black eyes conveyed a reassuring meaning.

He touched his pajamas' chest, and was soaked with cold sweat. He had to change one quickly, otherwise the cold might worsen. There were clean spare pajamas at the head of the bed, which were pressed under the pillow to prevent contamination by Richard. He reached out and pulled out his pajamas, and a booklet placed beside the pillow fell to the ground with a snap. It was the script of "War Dog".

He thought about something on the day and dreamed about something on the night. He read this script so fascinatedly that he had nightmares at night.

The elves' sleepiness was also shocked to leave. Anyway, it was almost dawn, so they got up one after another.

Practice boxing in the morning, exercise your body, clean the store a little, and then pick up breakfast for the elves. Time passed quickly.

Lu Yiyun still came to work early today, much earlier than the time set by Zhang Zi'an for her. She was carrying a digital drawing board and carrying a backpack, which contained Jasmine.

"Sir, your complexion is not very good? Didn't you sleep well last night?" She put the drawing board on the table at the cashier, turned her head, and noticed the strange expression of his face.

Zhang Zian was stunned and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, "So obvious? I had a nightmare in the early morning."

"It feels paler than usual." She seemed afraid that Zhang Zian would not believe it, and pointed to her thick glasses and said, "Although I am myopic, I am very sensitive to colors."

This explanation is very convincing and Zhang Zi'an couldn't believe it. He has seen some of Lu Yiyun's works. As a professional painter, she has a very accurate grasp of color and can always color the works just right. When she was in the store, she only drew drafts and had to wait for home to apply the color, because the monitor in her rental house was a professional drawing monitor, which was much more upscale than the ordinary monitor in Zhang Zi'an's store. For his monitor, she simply used the three words "eye-shot" to evaluate it.

This is really not Zhang Zi'an. No one can match a professional drawing monitor for the computer used in the store to register, right?

Lu Yiyun took Jasmine out of her bag, and Zhang Zi'an handed her a food bowl, "Have Jasmine eaten breakfast? There are still some skewers here, and there is no salt added, so let it eat while it is hot."

"Uh... this... how can you be so embarrassed..." she said stutteringly.

"It's okay, this is an employee benefit. You don't have to prepare breakfast for Jasmine at home in the future. Just take it here with it. Anyway, the barbecue here is always left." Zhang Zian put down the food bowl without waiting for her to refuse.

Jasmine smelled the scent of barbecue and broke free from her arms. She walked to the edge of the food bowl and sniffed it, and started eating it voraciously.

"Is it delicious?" Lu Yiyun stroked Jasmine's neck hair and showed a peaceful smile.

Jasmine felt very comfortable being touched by her, and she squinted her eyes and screamed.

When it finished eating the barbecue, when Lu Yiyun went to clean the food bowl, a police car parked at the door of the store.

Sheng Ke looked solemn, took a kraft paper file bag from the passenger seat, and trotted into the store.

There is no number on the file bag, but a surname "Guan" is just scribbled.

Today, the top ten dogs that are popular in Hollywood have been updated in the official account. Guess if Feimas is in it? Search for "Jibo" on WeChat, follow, check historical news and you will see it 8)
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