The holy light sprinkled on this void space, to be precise, it was only because this space was too empty that it appeared empty. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info yet this ubiquitous divine brilliance seems to imprison time in this space forever. And I stood in this mysterious and unknown space, stepping on this mysterious light under my feet, but I felt inexplicably familiar. It is said that people are only afraid of the unknown.

"Have I been here?" the voice suddenly rippled as if condensed, and I asked myself as if I was standing at the end of time.

The long passage of time announced the end, and finally when I sat on the ground for a long time, a more dazzling light appeared, slowly outlining the arcane curves, and a vague angelic outline gradually appeared in front of me. Amazed, I could only see the magnificent work of art formed, as beautiful and fragile as blue and white porcelain.

"Finally meeting again。。。。。。 "The voice is ethereal and divine. As she spoke, I, already stunned, finally stepped back. But the strange thing is that I didn't have fear but a familiar feeling, and the angel's mood fluctuations caused the light to rise and fall. "I'm sorry, really, really sorry。。。。。。 ”

I finally couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

The angel's light began to blur, "I am a traitor, master, I can no longer remember, my hands are stained with endless sins。。。。。。 "Her grief is like an endless sea, without tears but easily infects me, this grief is like it has been buried for thousands of years, and it is only later that I realize that this is indeed an insurmountable scar, whether it is her or me. She looked at me sadly, my heart ached as if it had been torn apart, and I desperately wanted to ask her what was going on, but I just wanted to speak。。。。。。

"Tang Meng's son, get up, I'm going to be late for school!" A teenager's eyes began to pour into the tyrannical sunlight generated by his mother's rude opening of the curtains. Tang Meng helplessly supported his body with both hands, his mother had already returned to his breakfast post at this time, Tang Meng shook his dizzy head vigorously, and began to feel that his consciousness gradually returned to reality. Thinking of that miraculous dream, Tang Meng actually felt very real.

"Am I Zhou Gong Mengdie?" Tang Meng smiled helplessly, and there was a sudden pain in his chest, as if he had been pierced through his chest by the sharpest sword. Tang Meng curled up on the bed, clutching the sheets in his hands, gritting his teeth, and struggling to get up again after a long time.

Tang Meng looked at the time, and then hurriedly got out of bed to wash. When I came to the kitchen, my father was reading the newspaper as usual, and because the time was almost up, he hurried out after eating some noodles. There was also the voice of his father and mother behind him, and sure enough, the adolescent boy worries his parents the most.

N City, a city located in the south of China, because it is somewhat near the sea, although it is July, there is still a breeze in the early morning accompanied by the smell of the sea is refreshing, and when you come to the classroom, the bell is just right to play the lamentation of the latecomer. When Tang Meng pulled out a chair and sat down, Zhang Wenwen, the head of the class at the same table, shouted to stand up, and then the middle-aged female teacher who was a little fat began to lecture on the podium.

"Tang Meng, why are you almost late today?" Zhang Wenwen, the squad leader next to him, asked Tang Meng a little nervously.

In fact, Tang Meng felt that as the head of the first class, he should not have a shy and shy personality, but according to the boys' private discussion, after this Zhang Wenwen was the first choice of the class flower, there was no doubt about her election. And Tang Meng usually comes early, so it's normal for her to ask him as the squad leader.

Tang Meng turned his head slightly and replied to her: "Well, I slept late today." Then he said no more.

"Oh, yes. Zhang Wenwen didn't seem to be satisfied with this answer, and she stopped talking, and her delicate nose trembled slightly.

No matter what Zhang Wenwen said, Tang Meng was already immersed in yesterday's dream, trying to recall the details of the dream. "Angel? Does it sound like I'm an old acquaintance with her, and what does the master mean? Is she my servant? Who am I, a high god?" Tang Meng was distressed.

"Tang Meng, stand up for me!" the math teacher yelled, "What's the matter with you today? You're almost late for class and distracted?" A roar interrupted his thoughts. It is said that both boys and girls are not good at dealing with women who are in menopause, Tang Meng stood up and looked at her quietly, and his classmates suddenly quieted down.

Is this an example of killing chickens and monkeys? Tang Meng couldn't help but smile bitterly. With a sweep of his eyes, he saw Zhang Wenwen, who was worried, blushing and turning her face away. The math teacher let out a beastly roar: "If you can't answer this question, you'll go out and stand until school!"

Tang Meng frowned, thinking that the teacher was already in the third year of high school, and although this teacher was usually fierce, she had always been not strict with her classmates with good grades, was this deliberate? Thinking of this, Tang Meng looked at her silently and coldly.

"What's wrong? Still not convinced, are you? Can you flout school discipline just because you have good grades?" the math teacher yelled like a madman.

Tang Meng watched her hysteria without joy or sorrow, like a comedy clown dancing on the podium. The classmates were stunned by the sudden conflict. Tang Meng silently put on his backpack, turned around and left.

Ignoring Zhang Wenwen's soft cry behind him, Tang Meng stood straight in the corridor, the wall behind him exuded coldness, Tang Meng still thought about the dream, slowly recalled every detail, and his chest was faintly painful. Suddenly, I heard a pounding of hurried footsteps.

"Is it him?" Tang Meng thought to himself.

"Senior Tang, Senior Tang, it's not good!" a boy called and waved. Although the sound of reading aloud in the classroom covered his voice, Tang Meng could hear it clearly, but Tang Meng still motioned for him to go outside and speak.

"What's wrong?" Tang Meng asked, the thin-looking small-eyed boy Zou Xiaogang in front of him was a member of the Kendo Club, but Tang Meng had actually quit the club a long time ago, and it should be okay to find him according to common sense.

Zou Xiaogang said anxiously: "Senior Tang is not good, in fact, the kendo club of Canglan High School has come to challenge again, and there is a super master, Senior Sister Zhuwu can't beat it at all." ”

Looking at his anxious expression, Tang Meng couldn't help but wonder when he would grow up to be independent?

"I've quit the club, and I'm supposed to focus on my studies in my senior year. Tang Meng said lightly.

"But you have such a love for kendo and you have an amazing talent. And you quit only because 。。。。。。 ”

"That's enough, you don't have to mention the past, you should settle this matter yourself. Tang Meng was still unmoved.

He was so anxious that he cried and said: "Senior beg, that master is really powerful, the senior of the dance has been beaten down twice when I came to you, and the whole body is injured, we all persuaded her, but she just didn't listen, I really can't watch her continue to get hurt." Tang Meng looked at his unreserved admiration for the current president Zhao Zhuwu, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Okay, I'll go with you to take a look, since Cha Wu is in a crisis, let's rush over. Tang Meng finally reacted when he heard Zhao Zhuwu's name.

With the change of footsteps, the outline of the classroom of the kendo club has gradually become clear.

"Senior, wait for me, it's too fast, senior. Zou Xiaogang's cry came from behind him, Tang Meng didn't pay attention to it, and walked straight into the building.

Pushed open the door of the kendo club. I only heard the sound of "bump", which was obviously the sound of my body hitting the floor, and I saw Zhao Zhuwu's body fall to the ground, and his usual heroic posture was gone, very embarrassed. Tang Meng frowned, and the corners of her mouth also overflowed with a trace of blood, how could an ordinary kendo battle be so seriously injured? It turned out that this battle was actually without protective gear. Tang Meng's eyes were firmly fixed on the grim man who was surrounded by all the Canglan Kendo Club members but did not smile, and with Tang Meng's eyesight, he naturally saw the thick calluses on his hands that had accumulated due to sword practice. This person is a master of swordsmanship, thinking of this, Tang Meng actually felt that the desire to use the sword in his heart was about to move again.

"Why are you here? I'm fine, I can handle it. Zhao Zhuwu reluctantly raised his tone and said, his words were slightly dissatisfied but full of joy. Tang Meng sighed and didn't answer her, but turned to the man whose eyes were also sharp.

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. His voice was very calm, and the fencing in his hand was dancing like a silver snake, spitting out a breath of challenge, "Can you fight?"

"Well, Bong. Tang Meng replied coldly.