Chen Xiansong suddenly didn't want to look at it anymore.

Enough is enough, really enough. He already knew what was going on. Why hasn't she woken up yet? He has seen her life for more than 20 years, why does she still refuse to wake up, her soul is hidden in which corner of this illusion, like a turtle, curled up tightly?

Chen Xiansong walked up to Lu Weizhen, who was leaning on the bridge pier, squatted down, and grabbed her shoulder: "Lu Weizhen!"

"Lu Weizhen, wake up!"

"Leave the illusion with me!"

She couldn't catch it, and she couldn't hear it.

……

"Lu Weizhen!"

"Lu Weizhen!"

"Lu Weizhen—"

……

He suddenly burst into a loud voice, more powerful and bone-piercing cold, as if he was about to cut through her flesh and pierce her heart. Lu Weizhen, who was originally motionless, suddenly trembled violently.

At this moment, a sudden burst of water, water from all directions, came out of nowhere, and flooded towards the two of them. The world suddenly darkened, moonlight, villages, bridges, trees...... All gone. There was only dark water all around, which instantly flooded Chen Xiansong's mouth and nose. He immediately paddled hard, and when he looked at it, he was terrified, only to see that Lu Weizhen was like a puppet, motionless, falling straight down towards the depths of the water.

Chen Xiansong is a demon hunter, and he knows what illusion means to a person. Even if he just sleeps in a fantasy and drowns, once he falls into endless darkness, in reality, this person is afraid that he will never wake up. He plunged headlong in her direction.

In front of me was a vast expanse of water, pitch black and boundless. Chen Xian was relieved to swim deep, only to see that there seemed to be light in the depths of the water. And a figure was falling towards the light.

Undercurrents are surging, and the world is dark.

When Chen Xiansong approached the light, Lu Weizhen was no longer visible. When he saw the appearance of the buildings under the water, his heart was shocked.

It's his home.

That ephemeral home in Xiangcheng.

The square yard, the courtyard gate is hidden, and the big trees inside are faintly visible, and everything is sunk to the bottom of the water.

Chen Xiansong swam into the courtyard.

In this whirling fantasy world, in Lu Weizhen's heart, under the water in front of him, everything at home, and before he left, there was no change. Half of the wood and tools were piled up in the yard, the bacon sausages Lin Jingbian bought were still hanging in the kitchen, and there were even shadows cast by the sun through the leaves on the ground.

A man, with his knees crossed, sat in the corner of the yard.

"Lu Weizhen!"

Chen Xiansong swam in front of her.

It was as if there was a thousand pounds of water waves, shaking gently between the two.

Her eyes were open, motionless, unconscious, sad and joyless.

Here, this she is the flaw of the fantasy world. Water without roots, a realm without a path, a soulless person.

Chen Xiansong held up her face and stared quietly at a distance of only a dozen centimeters.

Fantasy, like a dream. Half a life in an instant, snooping for me. I know all your pain and joy, your depression and your anger, your struggle and your persistence. I know where you came from and where you want to go.

……

She's not a demon who does evil, she's wandering from the depths of the universe to the half star in front of my eyes.

The stone beast peeped into her heart, she had a demon in her heart, turned around and sank, and I fell.

She trapped herself in the silence, patience and perseverance of more than 20 years, the rainy night we parted, trapped in the cold and dark water.

The supreme green dragon is bound by a cocoon, and he doesn't know where to return.

Under the vast dark water, only the man let out a long sigh.

Then, Chen Xiansong hugged Lu Weizhen into his arms and said, "Lu Weizhen, wake up." All things have passed—before today, all things. ”

After a moment of silence, he said, "If there is an afterlife, we ......" and did not continue after all.

She was in his arms, still in a statue-like position. Chen Xiansong's hand slowly tightened, it was enough power to make her feel pain. After a while, two lines of tears slipped from her eyes.

A soft four-colored light burst out from the two of them, gradually submerging the water, flooding the courtyard, and drowning all illusions. The light is boundless, breaking through everything and going straight to the sky. Chen Xiansong hugged her tightly and closed his eyes. In the light, the body gradually floated upward.