It was obviously in a dark space before, but now in this huge room, the sunlight is so real and so warm, as if all this is so real and terrifying.

He felt the temperature of the sun shining on his hands, and also felt the warmth coming from all directions, and the breeze blowing in from the corner of the window blew across his face, which also made Yang Ling himself feel the truth of everything.

He didn't doubt the reality of this world, but enjoyed the beauty of this moment, "Maybe this is the real world! Everything before may just be a big dream!" But for some reason, Yang Jiao's tears overflowed at this moment.

Under the sunlight, tears gradually slid down his face, leaving a faint layer of tears.

"Are these tears?" Yang Ling tried to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and also looked at the thumb in his hand that was wet with tears, he was puzzled, but for some reason there was a touch of sadness.

"Ling'er, why are you crying?"

Just under the light of the sun, the kind voice of an old woman came to Yang Ling's ears and also attracted his attention, "Who is calling my name?"

Yang Ling, who was puzzled, also turned his head to follow the sound and looked at the source of the voice, "Hello, may I ask who you are?" There was an old woman guarding next to him, and he looked at the old woman in front of him with a sense of strangeness.

There is a little more old appearance between the old woman's face, there are still a few clearly visible silver and white hairs between the hair, the hands that have been taken away by time have a little more calluses at the moment, and the clothes on the body are also the simple aprons worn when cooking, and the aprons are embroidered with a few small flowers from their youth, but the aprons at this moment are no longer the same as they were back then, and what is told is that there are a few holes in the body with a sense of age, and there are still a few old lines left next to the holes.

Although the girl who used to be ten fingers that did not touch the spring water is now an all-round old woman, and even her appearance is no longer the same as before, the little red flowers embroidered on the apron are still the iconic representative of this old woman, although there are still oil stains on it.

The old woman's kind face smiled simply, and the corners of her mouth were also in a caring tone, and she scolded with a smile: "Silly son, don't you even recognize your mother?"

She looked at Yang Ling's immature young appearance, and listened to the doubts that came out of his mouth, so she didn't get so angry, but unconsciously remembered some of the past events, and also remembered some interesting things about Xiao Yang Ling when she was young, and she couldn't help laughing.

"You, is my mother?" Yang Ling looked at the old woman suspiciously, but felt a little surprised.

He didn't understand why the old woman in front of him called him son, or why the old woman was in this room, all of this seemed real and not so real, as if it were the same as the text he had seen in the novel before.

It's a group of people who walk into a place called 'Illusion', where everything is extremely real, and if you're not careful, you will fall into it and can't extricate yourself.

And now this place, as if it were a touch, real and unreal.

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you? You can't even recognize me as your mother?"

Hearing Yang Ling's question, the old woman was a little anxious at the moment, and even her expression revealed a hint of anxiety.

"Wait, when will I become your son?" Yang Ling looked even more confused at the moment.

First, when he looked at this old woman, his eyes were extremely unfamiliar, and it was impossible for him to have that kind of family affection in them; second, he didn't know this old woman, let alone what the old woman's name was, and what kind of family affection was there?

Based on the above, what Yang Ling can be sure of is that he doesn't know the old woman in front of him, let alone her son.

"Master, our son doesn't remember me, he's become a fool......," the old woman cried out as she ran out.

Idiot?

"You're a fool, your whole family is a fool......"

This time, Yang Ling was unhappy, and he also scolded the old woman in his heart.

However, then again, Yang Ling's gaze also looked back, and he also looked around, and he was also distressed in his heart......

This sunshine is quite real, and the surroundings are also quite real, but even this is too real, which makes Yang Ling suspicious......

"This is definitely not my own room, and the old woman just now is not my mother, at most she is a stranger!" If this is really like in the novel, I am in the so-called illusion, then where will the real self be?

'Bell~'

Just when Yang Ling was puzzled, the wooden door of the room was quietly pushed open, and it slammed into the door pit, making an extremely powerful and crisp sound, and the sound spread throughout the room, and also echoed around the room.

With the sound of impact, an angry man walked in quickly from outside, "Rebel, it's a big rebellion! Dare to say such a big rebellion to your mother, our Yang family's face has been lost by you!"

I don't know who is like eating a bomb, as if it will explode at any moment?

Yang Ling listened to this fiery voice, but he had a little more doubts in his heart, and he also looked towards the sound, also wondering who the owner of this voice would be?

However, when the voice approached, the word 'rebel' was like hitting an iron stake, it was so harsh, so ugly, and naturally it reached Yang Ling's ears.

"Is this a small one, and the old one has come to help?"

Yang Ling sneered at the corner of his mouth, saying that he hated this kind of person very much, obviously he was not very familiar with the other party, and he was inexplicably regarded as someone's son, if he put it in front of anyone, he was extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and even had an urge to scold his mother.

Obviously, when he heard the sound of 'rebel', Yang Ling knew that it was the helper that the old woman was looking for just now, maybe it was the 'master' in the old woman's mouth.

I don't know what this so-called 'master' looks like?

I saw a man walking in from outside the door, holding a red tasseled spear, the body of the spear was entangled by a silver and platinum dragon, it looked extremely powerful and domineering, as if people had to be afraid of it, and its spear was cast of steel, the surface was extremely smooth, but it was exuding a chilling aura all the time.

The man was dressed in dwarf costumes, without a trace of being on the battlefield, and the whole person was wearing a terrifying stinky face, which was originally angry, which was now emanating from the aura of the king in his body, and invisibly carrying a deterrent power in it, which also made him sincerely obey his deterrence.

'Smack~'

The slap fell, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the room at this moment, "You rebel, why did you say such a rebellious thing to your mother?" and even said ......" I was choked up when I said this, I didn't know how to talk about it, I also slapped my old face, and continued to educate: "I blushed for you, a rebel, how could my famous Yang family give birth to you, an unfilial son!"

The red slap print was also imprinted on Yang Ling's immature cheeks like a brand, and suddenly the whole room was terrifyingly quiet, and even a trace of cold air could be felt all around.

Yang Ling raised his hand and stroked the red slap mark between his cheeks, it was so hot, and even the bright red blood stains overflowing from the corners of his mouth were clearly visible at this moment, he was stunned, and he hesitated, 'Weng~', the sound of being beaten echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Who is this old man?

I have no grievances with him, and I can even say that I have no relatives and no reason, why does he want to beat me?

At this moment, Yang Ling stroked the blood-red slap print between his cheeks, and even a trace of blood stains were clearly visible on it, his eyes were a little confused, but he stared at the man holding the red tassel gun in front of him, and the word 'Mengquan' was written in the invitation.

Half a minute has passed

"Old man, am I familiar with you?" Yang Ling glared angrily, his expression was obviously unconvinced, "Also, who do you call a rebel?"

'Smack~'

Another extremely heavy blood-red slap landed on Yang Lingzai's cheek, and a crisp slap sounded at this moment.

The man with the red tassel spear clenched his teeth tightly, and a trace of blood stains could be clearly seen between his teeth, as if he had bitten it with great force, a blood-red light flashed between his eyes, and his anger also dispersed in all directions at this moment.

He was furious!

was completely enraged by Yang Ling's words, with a pair of eyes that were swollen by blood, as if it was like death descending, he could determine life and death at a glance, grabbed Yang Ling's chest, and asked word by word: "Are you saying it again, you, what are you calling me?" As he spoke, the temperature in the entire room also dropped rapidly at this moment, and it could even be close to life and death.

Yang Ling was grabbed by the man with the red tassel spear in his chest, and even a trace of gasping became extremely difficult at this moment, he could clearly feel that he was not facing a person, but a brutal beast, peeping at him, as if he was staring at the abyss, this feeling was not pleasing to him.

As time passed, Yang Ling's cheeks were slowly reddened, and his brows were covered with crystal clear beads of sweat.

"You're talking about ...... again"

Seeing that Yang Ling didn't answer for a long time, the man with the red tassel spear endured his majestic anger and asked, "What did you call me just now?" ”

It's just a psychopath!

There is no injustice or hatred, no relatives and no reason, and now he is pulling his chest and asking himself what to call him?

It's not neuropathy, what is it?

Yang Ling endured the anger in his stomach and spit out a mouthful of liquid at the man with the red tassel gun, "Even if I say it a hundred times, I will still call you Lao ......" Even the word 'head' was hanging on his lips, and he hadn't blurted out yet......

A powerful and cold chill drastically lowered the temperature in the room, and a thin layer of frost solidified around it at this moment.