How did she end up in this strange place? Who is she?

Sometimes sober and sometimes confused, everything in front of me can't be connected, just some small fragments of memory. It's just that every time she wakes up, a kind old man is by her side, and she calls the old man grandpa, a person who makes her feel very safe. When she was dizzy, she could feel that she was happy, but she was puzzled by the perception of another person to feel what this body was doing.

And then she seems to be learning poetry and swordsmanship...... The old man has always been by her side, and his face is always doting and proud.

After that, there was a girl, small and small, with a pair of big eyes that drooped slightly from the corners of her eyes, and a round face, which looked innocent and lovely, and she could see her from time to time when she woke up. I don't know when or where this woman was doing, but they seemed to be happy. It was as if she was watching herself talk and laugh with her, and it always made her feel like she was being controlled by another self, as if there were two people living in this body.

She couldn't remember what they did or what they said, except for a few conversations she remembered very clearly.

A woman once said to her, "When you were born, there was a change in the heavens and the earth, and I heard from the people in the village that the thunder was very scary that day, and a red bead fell from the sky and fell into your body when you were born." ”

What is that......

Again, she said, "The red lotus bead came into the world, and those who obtained this spiritual bead have divine power to help it, and they will win the world." "It's a big deal. She also wanted to know who would have the opportunity to connect with the world. But she had very little time to be awake, but in a moment or so she would fall back into a deep sleep. In this way, everything in this world seems to have nothing to do with her, but she sleeps and sleeps, and she doesn't know when this sleep will come......

The people in front of him were going around in circles, and Grandpa didn't seem to appear again, and all of a sudden, everything was calm.

When she woke up again, who was she fighting with, she was the one who had failed miserably.

She fell from mid-air to the ground, unable to move, feeling cold all around her, was she going to die? It felt familiar...... Did she die?

As far as the eye could reach, I saw a woman's feet, step by step, walking towards her. The woman squatted beside her, stretched out her hand and stroked the pale face in front of her: "Thank you, if you didn't trust me so much, I'm really afraid that you won't die." Hehe...... Although our sisterhood is real, that doesn't stop me from killing you. I need the Red Lotus Bead, I want to be the strongest person in the world. Who let this orb be in you? ”

"Hmm......" The person lying on the ground let out a painful **, she couldn't understand what the person in front of her was saying, but she knew who she was, she often came to accompany her, they should be very friendly, but at this moment, the words she heard were very shameful.

"I see, how could you not be dead!Are you trying to cause my sacrifice to fail!" After a roar, the woman picked up an iron bar from the ground, raised it high above her head, and stabbed it at her.

A white light emanated from her body, as if it was a real thing, and the fatal blow was forcefully delivered, bouncing the woman four or five meters away. A seemingly nonexistent opening opened in the sky, and a huge lightning bolt came down from above, like a golden dragon. In an instant, she felt her body lighten up, and she was floating upward. On the ground, there is a girl, is that her? Who is she now?

"Red Lotus Spirit Bead!" The woman who was bounced away took three steps and made a step, reaching out to grab it. But the dazzling red light in front of him was only a flash, and then it disappeared without a trace.

Everything was silent, save for the screams of hysterical women and the silent corpses sleeping on the ground.

Quietly watching the maple forest red like fire, reluctant to comb silver makeup in winter snow, spring like river water and summer like fireflies, mistakenly remember the old times and the present. The four seasons change infinitely, and it is just a speck of dust lost in the rolling red dust.