If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I really couldn't believe that Princess Anhe and I were both from a 5,000-year-old yin and yang gossip jade, which was reincarnated by a white and green light that flew out of a pair of mutton fat jade wrenches that flew out of a pair of mutton fat jade wrenches after the jade was shattered.

As for this yin and yang gossip jade, it was obtained from a comatose pregnant woman with a mysterious identity five thousand years ago. She also learned a terrible prophecy about the end of the world from her mouth, but this mysterious woman disappeared completely after saying this prophecy.

So if I want to know my true life experience, I must find the mysterious woman in the mouth of "Lord Yama"! Thinking of this, I quickly retracted my thoughts and wanted to ask the "Lord Yama" in front of me if there were any more clues about the mysterious woman.

But when I looked at the "Lord of Yama" in front of me again, I found that "he" had changed back into Meng Po. Because at this moment, her voice returned to normal, her brows were a little tight, and she seemed to be discussing something very important with Huang Dong.

Seeing this situation, I couldn't interrupt the conversation between the two of them, so I glanced at the side and wanted to ask Yang Chen first, what else did the "Lord of Yama" say when I was in a trance. It turned out that Yang Chen was not in the seat next to me, so I quickly got up and looked around the neighborhood but didn't see Yang Chen.

Just when I was a little irritable to wander to the railing of the Naihe Bridge and look at the endless Lechuan River, an antique dragon boat under the bridge caught my attention, and when I saw clearly a man and a woman in the cabin who were competing with swords, my face suddenly changed, and I hurriedly rushed under the bridge......

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Before I could get close to the dragon boat, I heard the fierce sound of swords, and it was obvious that both sides were fighting with all their might, and I was a little worried in my heart, what the hell was wrong with them, why were they fighting each other? I had to stop them.

When I rushed to the vicinity of the dragon boat, I felt that something was wrong again, and subconsciously stopped. Because I was suddenly a little confused, I didn't know if I was in a dream or in real life at this moment.

It stands to reason that I should be in real life in a sober state. After all, in my memory, it was Yang Chen who came to the dormitory to find me, and after wiping the ghost footprints in the dormitory with me, he came to Meng Po Shabu Shabu Restaurant for dinner, and then was taken to the Lechuan River by Miss Yingbin, and met Meng Po and Huang Dong on the Nai He Bridge.

All of this was real, so I was sure I wasn't dreaming. Because since I met him, I have never dreamed of Yang Chen, a stinky boy, in my dreams. Come to think of it, it's annoying enough to see each other often at school during the day and quarrel all day long.

If I had been with him at night, I think I would have been driven crazy. To tell you the truth, I'd rather dream of a bunch of ghost princesses who are as beautiful as flowers than meet him. Of course, if Yang Chen hears these words in my heart, I will scold me again for being a heavy friend and a light friend.

But if it's not a dream? Why did I see the mother in my dream? You may think it is strange why a mother who knows swordsmanship has appeared? Besides, where is there a mother in modern society? Don't worry, everyone, listen to me slowly.

Actually, it all has to do with the fact that I often dream about it. Growing up, I found that I had one characteristic that was evident – and that was lethargy. Whether it's daylight or night, you can fall asleep just by lying down. There were even times when I was in class and I could fall asleep on my desk.

The most outrageous thing is that sometimes I walk on the road and fall asleep inexplicably. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the side of the road, surrounded by strange passers-by, looking at me with a look of pity and contempt. However, occasionally I would wake up and find some pocket money or leftover food next to me, apparently a kind person couldn't stand it anymore and "charity" me.

My parents knew about this somewhat embarrassing problem and took me to many hospitals for check-ups, but the doctors agreed that my body and brain were very healthy, and even much healthier than my peers.

Since it's not a problem, it's just a snooze, and the parents are relieved. They love me very much, although they criticize me for studying hard, playing less and sleeping lazy, but they really see that I am asleep, and I sleep so sweetly, and they can't bear to wake me up.

At the beginning, at the parent-teacher meeting, when the teacher complained to the parents because of this bad problem, and used me as a negative teaching material in public, my father, in order to protect my face, always used his super hacking skills to hack into the internal system of a big hospital, and forged a medical record of a brain injury when I was a child, as well as a leave certificate recommended by the doctor to suspend school and sleep more to relieve the condition.

I also added fuel to the emphasis on how much I love to learn as a child, and despite my poor health, I still want to go to school instead of resting at home. It is even an exaggeration to say that every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel guilty that I am asleep and am apologizing to the teacher, and I also shout that I must insist on donating to the education foundation after graduation and earn money, and do my best to increase the treatment of teachers, so as to repay all the teachers who have tolerated my illness.

Every time the female teachers heard my "excellent deeds and good morals" will be moved to tears, since then, many teachers have spontaneously cared for and cared for me, and even some soft-hearted female teachers after seeing me fall asleep in class again, but also deliberately reminded other students to turn books as little as possible, take notes as gently as possible, as for speaking and asking questions can be exempted, so as not to affect my sleep quality, resulting in a more serious condition.

I can't laugh or cry about this, and I can't blame my father for many things, after all, he is also for my good, not to mention that he is still behind my mother's back, using his handsome and handsome complexion to please those female teachers, it is not easy, how can I bear to expose this white lie.

And I couldn't tell my teachers and classmates the truth, that would only be more embarrassing. It wasn't until I went to college that I told my best friend Yang Chen the truth, so every time I woke up in class, except for Yang Chen, the other classmates and teachers not only blamed and laughed at me, but also shouted at me.

Even some kind and beautiful classmates even brought me delicious food made by her, and while watching me eat, she tutored me in my homework. Yang Chen, on the other hand, was hiding in the darkest corner of the classroom, staring at me with an extremely contemptuous look with an expression of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Every time, he could watch it for a long, long time......

Of course, I am not disgusted by my lethargy since I was a child, on the contrary, I am obsessed. Because there's one secret that I've never told outsiders, even my parents.

In my memory, for as long as I can remember, when I was about three or four years old, I found that every time I dreamed, I dreamed of a special mother. The reason why I say special is because although she looks exactly like my mother, she wears a special outfit.

When I was a child, I didn't understand it, so I thought it was special, and it wasn't until I grew up that I realized that my mother was actually wearing ancient women's clothes. She even knew my nickname was Yang'er, and she was the same as my mother except for the different clothes, so I felt very kind every time I saw her.

Every time she separated from me in a dream, she would ask me to call her a mother, and deliberately emphasized that after I woke up, I should not tell anyone what I had seen her, not even my parents, otherwise she would never play with me again, and said that this is my little secret with her, and only children who can keep the secret can become a manly husband in the future.

Since my dream since I was a child was to be a man who stands up to the sky, her words easily fooled me. It may be a bit inappropriate to use the word "flicker" here, after all, the word is a derogatory term, and it is appropriate for bad people and people with ulterior motives, and it is indeed a bit inappropriate to use it for her.

The reason why I say this is because this special mother, although she taught me not to tell the truth, never hurt me. Although she was really strict at times, and even scolded me to tears, she always made up for me afterwards, gave me delicious pastries and fruits, and flew me in the sky.

So gradually in my heart she is my mother, every time I see her, I will call her very naturally and smoothly, and every time she hears me call her like this, she will be very doting to hug and kiss me.

Since I was six years old, every time I dreamed of my mother, she would teach me swordsmanship, as well as some methods and mantras. It's just that when she was teaching me swordsmanship, she was like a different person, she was very strict and harsh on me, beating me at every turn, and even when she was practicing swordsmanship with me, she really stabbed the sword into my body, ignoring my crying in pain and the way I was bleeding.

Whenever this happens, she always shouts loudly for me not to cry, saying that if I want to be a man, I can't cry, and let me get up and continue to fight with her. And every time I was inspired by her to stand up again, forgetting the pain and bleeding wounds of my body, I bravely rushed forward with my sword. Fell down again and again, got up again and again and rushed forward.

At first, every time I fought with my mother, I was a fiasco, covered in blood, but as I grew older, after more than ten years, I was almost tied with my mother. Sometimes I can even stab her a little, but I can't bear to hurt my mother, so I always deliberately show mercy.

And my mother was always very pleased that I could make her bleed, and encouraged me to make a bold move, saying that this was a dream, and she would not die, so that I could rest assured that the most powerful killer was that after all, I would have more chances of surviving in the face of real enemies in the future.