"The story I'm telling you now has a little bit of fantasy, but it really happened, because not many people will believe it. Jian Yan turned his head and said to Ye Feng.

"I have one too, with a little bit of weirdness. Ye Feng teased.

"I'm not joking!" said in a nutshell, "not the stories I told earlier. ”

"Me too!" Ye Feng said with a smile that was simple and serious.

"Okay, then you can talk about it first!" Jian Yan paused for a moment and motioned for Ye Feng to start his performance.

"That's it, you go first, I'll talk about it when you're done. Ye Feng waved his hand, and seeing that Jian Yan's face did not look good after listening to it, he shrugged his shoulders and added: "Come first and then come." ”

Jian Yan's face looked a little better.

"I used to have a cold and fever when I was ——! young, and I had the same ......dream often and repeatedly without taking medicine and injections."

"And most of this kind of thing happens at school, there is no money to go to the infirmary, I thought it would be fine soon, but the fever got worse and worse.... If you take medicine, you won't have this kind of dream, with a hint of lubrication. Jian Yan fell into deep thought, savoring slowly.

"What kind of dream?" Ye Feng asked.

In a vast grassland, a child, as big as me, sat under a big tree, sitting cross-legged, with a single-edged sword coiled on his knees, the straight kind, like a Tang knife, the sword body I can't remember clearly, and when I reached the hilt of the sword, part of the sword body seemed to be empty, that is, there was a gap in the middle of the sword body, and he sat like that. The big tree is big, and the roots are coiled....

"Are you talking about fantasy novels?" Ye Feng interrupted.

Jian Yan ignored Ye Feng and continued.

When he saw me, he would tell me, "I've been waiting for you for a long time," and then he would get up, throw me the sword in his hand, and motioned for me to try it with him, but of course I refused. It's amazing that after he throws the sword in his hand, there will be another one. At this point, if I have a fever, a dry mouth, and a splitting headache, the scene will be switched to a desert with no people, the sun is shining, and the air is scorching and distorted. At this time, the man will force a competition with me without asking for my opinion. The shot was quite ruthless, raising my hand was a sword, stabbing me in the head, of course I dodged to the side, and the other party did not let me go at all, a step forward is to step forward and slash, I continued to dodge, and the other party raised his hand and threw it at me with a handful of hot sand, very despicable. The rest of the action was swift and swift. And the scorching sand and soil suddenly greeted him. I was about to swing my sword to split through the raised sand, when the next kick hit me in the chest, and I was kicked out of the way, and my body slid more than ten meters away on the hot sand. If I don't get up immediately at this time, the next second the single-edged sword will stab into my body fiercely, most of that person's body is pressed on me, unable to move, the sword body twists hard, quickly withdraws, bringing out a large area of crimson blood, at this time I can only see the thin layer of the sword body, as if the colorful membrane when blowing soap, all my blood is brought out.

"Keep ......!" Ye Feng nodded.

Because of the pain, I would be woken up, breathing a big gulp of air, but the fever still did not subside, it was still very uncomfortable, and finally I fell asleep again, if I had saliva to drink, it would be a little better, I was lazy by nature and rarely went back with a kettle when I slept in the dormitory. After falling asleep, it was still the same person, the same sword, and the same move, and after having the previous experience, after being kicked out again, I immediately got up and rolled to the side. The sharp blade stabbed into the sand that was left behind. "Yes!" said the man, "but it's not over yet. "A sword slashed through the sand beneath me, and it struck at me. At the same time, it turned into a cannonball and flew towards me as fast as a cannonball. The opponent's blade was extremely fast, and it was a stab at my neck, and I had no swordsmanship before I could only resist indiscriminately. It's sand and sword style, and the body is immediately cut open one after another, making people feel pain, if the fever subsides a little at this time, the opponent's swordsmanship will change, becoming very lubricated, and the move is smoother, as if it has been moistened by water, but it is a little less ruthless and more murderous. The scene switches to a different place, a rainy rooftop. The platform is very wide, and there is nothing around it, but there seem to be a few unknown buildings, scattered around. And the man with the sword flew towards me without any nonsense. A single blow knocked me back a few steps, and while I retreated, I unleashed a dazzling sword technique that split the falling raindrops. The Thirteen Styles of Rain came out of the mouth. It's a forward blow and a head slash, and I have no power to parry and my sword is split in two, this is not the first time I have died, but many times, what was forced to retreat accidentally fell off the stairs, the arm was cut off and died, jumped up and was stabbed to death.... In short, under the other party's hands, I can't last a few seconds, saying that a few seconds are so long in a dream, all the moves are slowly opened in a slow motion, and I can't remember the rest clearly, this is amazing.

"Alright, I'm done, it's your turn!"

"Your story is bizarre!"

"You don't think I'm a psycho, just a dreamer!" Jian Yan said helplessly, "This kind of strange thing will definitely be sent to a psychiatric hospital with my family." Or think I'm talking nonsense, but it's all true. ”

Ye Feng cleared his throat, "Okay, when I said it, do you remember that pulley in my house?"

"Remember, how can you not remember!" Jian Yan immediately remembered, the pulley in Ye Feng's mouth was not the same as the current pulley, it was very old and old, and it had been around for some years. It is a double-row four-wheel pulley, only the bottom surface, can not fix the soles of the feet, if you really want to use a rope to tie up to slide, there is no function of fixing the soles of the feet, so there are some chicken ribs, at that time, Jane, Ye Feng, corpse, and Qing Wu played this pulley are all disassembled, one person plays a pulley, the body is small and can sit directly on the pulley, and push the ground with both hands to play. "What does that have to do with that. Jian Yan paused, and suddenly continued: "However, it seems that you have told me this story. ”

"What, have you talked about it?" it was Ye Feng's turn to be surprised.

"Could it be that you were kidnapped by someone on these pulleys, and then your father chased you back in these pulleys?"

"Ahem......"

"If I remember correctly, I also asked where you chased it?" You said that the three-fork street intersection, with a frank appearance, Qing Wu and the corpse at that time were really stupid, and they were stupid to say so far, looking at you with an expression of adoration......" After Jian Yan finished speaking, he was speechless, the child bragged and said everything, Ye Feng was also embarrassed after hearing it, and coughed again and again.

"For this reason, we have been under your command for a long time....."

"Forget it!" Ye Feng was embarrassed, "Don't say it!"

"What's so embarrassing, to solve the kidnapped, don't call the police, don't ride, you have to wear a pulley to rescue, only you think. ”

"Wha-"

Ye Feng's terrifying laughter caused several birds to suddenly fly across the river.