The mystic held the boy tightly and muttered, "Little white...... Xiaobai has something to do, and he will be back in a while. "Xiaobai will be fine! Xiaobai will always be with me, Dad said that Xiaobai is the most well-behaved, and it will never leave! Li Zesi's arms had become a cage of restraint at this time, and he didn't know what nonsense was in his mouth, just hoping that Zhou Hui would open the door quickly. The boy's face flushed, and he shouted, "I'm going to be angry!" Let go of me! ”

The ground in the dream realm was full of flames, scorching gases erupted from countless earth cracks, and hot magma flowed out from all directions, overflowing like a flood. However, the mystic made up his mind that even if he was burned to the ground, he would not let the boy escape. The child writhed for a long time in a tug-of-war battle, and finally lost due to exhaustion, as if he cared about something, he did not let the flames completely swallow Li Zesi who was holding him.

Li Zesi seized this moment of opportunity and called out to Shen Luo again: "Shen Luo, I found the person who caused the coma, and he was with me in my dream!" There is a monkey next to him, he may have come to your side, keep it for now, and don't kill them! Don't irritate this kid! He shouted and shouted, but he sank like a stone into the water.

At this moment, Zhou Hui on the other side finally opened the door. Behind the door, there is only a pitifully small room, perhaps a wardrobe that would be more suitable. After lighting the only candlestick on the wall, one can see that there is only a small bed with a quilt of dull color on it. Beneath the futon, there was something faintly bulging, and under the flickering candlelight, it seemed to be gently lying together. From the door to the bed, there are only two steps away from the adult. Zhou Hui hesitantly walked in the direction of the bed, and just as he was about to take the first step, a gray figure suddenly burst out from under the bed. At such a close distance, with an incomparably fast speed, he pounced fiercely towards Zhou Hui's eyes!

Zhou Hui didn't react at all. But from behind him, a cold light shot out like a poisonous snake. Everywhere the cold light passed, the air seemed to be cut in half, and the scene in front of him seemed to have undergone a neat displacement, and something staggered its original position along the trajectory of the cold light. It seemed to be a long time before the red liquid suddenly spurted out, and countless blood arrows rushed out from the smooth cracks, blooming all over the room full of red flowers.

Zhou Hui, whose vision was suddenly polluted by blood, only saw it clearly for a long time. The monkey that had been burned off by the candle flame was split in two by the rope sword of Shenluo. On the severed body, the last of the fur connected to the skin, the monkey's bloodied body, with the only drag of the connection, crawled with difficulty to the small bed. In the path it crawled, it left not blood lines, but large pools of blood, but despite this, it eventually struggled to the bed, convulsed, and never moved again.

Zhou Hui was shocked by the tragic situation in front of him, and his hands and feet were cold for a while. Shenluo poked his head out from behind him and said in a calm tone, "It seems that it wants to do its best to protect the guy on the bed." With that, he stepped forward, holding the rope sword in his right hand and lifting the quilt with his left hand. However, the scene under the quilt, Rao is deep heart is as hard as iron, and he was still completely stunned. Zhou Hui stepped over the blood marks left by the monkey with difficulty, walked closer, and looked down.

Beneath the quilt was a child who was so broken that it was unsightly: a thin neck like chopsticks, a huge head on top of it, and severely disproportionate limbs hanging loosely around a bulging belly, where there should have been hands and feet, but only bald flesh. Thin to a monstrous face, with a miserable white iris in both eyes, a flat, wide nose with a wide turned-hole nose, and a distinct crack in the middle below, from which you can see the pink palate, and next to the corners of the mouth are dirty saliva marks.

This child is a creature rejected by God, the worst and most miserable work on earth. No matter how much parents love him and look forward to his arrival, as long as they see such a child, the first thought must be discarded. He can't walk, he can't see your face, he can't cry and laugh like other children, he can't respond to any of your calls, he can't even show you any affection for the rest of his life, he is like a flower that has just sprouted and withered, and it is impossible for you to bloom until you despair.

What kind of determination, what kind of selfless love, will it take to pick up such a child, how many years to feed him carefully day in time, from the time the baby is raised until he grows up, or it is impossible to know whether he has grown up, because his deformed limbs can never be covered by full muscles. Zhou Hui's throat was suddenly blocked by something. At the head of this mutilated bed, there were many fruits, some of which were rotten and shriveled and gave off an unpleasant smell, and more of them were fresh, as if they had just been brought in the past two days, but without exception, they were all placed there, and there was no trace of eating. In it there are apples, pears, bananas...... But the most are grapes, and there is a handful of grapes that seem to have just been brought today, hanging from the mouth of this mutilated child.

But the child's lips were withered and chapped, and the blood oozing from the burst skin had long since dried up, and his whole countenance and gray complexion showed that he had not drunk or eaten for many days. However, even so, he still kept his eyes half-closed, kept his breathing steady, and seemed to be immersed in dreams, completely unable to feel his physical cripples and weakness.

Zhou Hui let Shen Luo stand in front of this child, and then knelt down gently, looking at this poor child who may have never gotten out of bed in disbelief, he couldn't imagine that this was the last relative that Daddy Monkey entrusted to him before he died. As a eunuch, it is impossible for Father Monkey to have any heirs, he has been in the palace for many years, and he has long severed all relations with his relatives, so where did he get this child? Why did he make such a sacrifice, and did not hesitate to dig a long and deep underground passage with his own strength, just to let this child survive?

None of this is known. Before Daddy Monkey could say anything, he hastily left the child who could only survive on him. And if it weren't for all the things that followed, the child would have died quietly in this dark corner of the earth, and no one would have known about it. Such a life is so miserable that it has no meaning.

Zhou Hui tried to touch the child's face with his hand, which was covered with dust and moisture, like a decaying wooden stake, about to be eaten up by termites. However, just as his fingers were about to touch the child's skin, all of a sudden, the cracked lips suddenly opened, and countless water foams erupted from it, and the miserable white eyes suddenly rounded, and the whole person was like a zombie-like cripple just now, and the whole person was convulsed as if struck by lightning.

Shen Luo protected Zhou Hui, and the rope sword in his hand was cold. He shouted, "He's the culprit of the nightmare, danger!" "But no matter how powerful a weapon is, it can't change anything. With the child's hoarse and tragic moaning, all the scenes in front of Shen Luo and Zhou Hui became upside down and chaotic, and their brains were pierced by thousands of steel needles, and their headaches were splitting. In their blurred vision, a gray-white light erupted from the child's mouth, gradually expanding into a slender gold wall like a boundary, the child's voice rose again, the gold wall shook back and forth, and finally could no longer bear the attack of the noise, and in an instant it was torn apart and turned into nothing.

When the wall collapsed, in front of Zhou Hui and Shenluo, it was no longer a cramped underground space, but an endless and vast wilderness, the biting cold wind whistled by, and the withered grass on the ground ignited a fire where the wind passed, and the temperature continued to rise. At the top of the flames, a small figure turned.

He was not the ugly cripple, but a pink child with full facial features, big eyes and a small mouth, with slender and complete limbs, flexible and powerful feet, and although he was short, he stood there majestic, as majestic as a god. Below him was the dying Li Zesi. And behind him, there are countless chasing evil shadows, each of which wants to kill him. It turned out that at the moment when the monkey Xiaobai died, the boy in Li Zesi's arms suddenly trembled violently. He opened his mouth, looked up to the sky, howled in despair, the green tendons on his thin neck burst out, and the body temperature of the whole person rose violently like burning, Li Zesi was excited by this heat, and he couldn't hold him anymore, so he could only let go of it.

As soon as the boy broke free from Li Zesi's grip, he screamed and threw himself at Shenluo's projection in the dream. Li Zesi was quick-eyed, and threw out a long rope made of charms with all his might, dragging the boy's body to death. The boy couldn't move forward, so he stretched out his hands and grabbed at Xiaobai's still wriggling body, but he could only miss. Suddenly, from the boy's body, a dazzling light burst out that people dare not face up, and the long rope of the spell broke inch by inch in the light, and Li Zesi was completely bounced away by the light, and smashed heavily on the ground, almost breaking his bones and tendons.

The boy no longer resembles a human voice in mid-air, but his will does not need to be conveyed by sound in his dreams, and Li Zesi's mind was almost stunned by a roaring word: "You hurt me!" You're hurting me! You're hurting me! Countless figures and animal shadows appeared from the wilderness, and they all hid their faces and wept in pain, and as the boy's cry was raised, the shadows took up arms one after another, and attacked Li Zesi with their heads and faces. If there was really no one to take advantage of, they tore it with their hands, kicked it with their feet, and bit it with their teeth, and surrounded Li Zesi in the middle like a storm.

They are the dreams of those who are asleep! Li Zesi can't defeat them, let alone hurt them, because in such a nightmare, they are just some consciousness, and under the boy's orders, they can have whatever power they want, and they can do whatever they want. The sorcerer could only fight and retreat, and he raised his life-saving ring amulet, emitting a double light that illuminated reality and fantasy, barely allowing the figures to keep their distance from him for the time being. But this will definitely not last long, and what is worse is that the boy finally completely breaks through the boundary between reality and dreams in a fit of rage. In front of his eyes, the tunnel and hut that were originally just virtual patterns, as well as Zhou Hui and Shenluo, who were safe, were all involved in this endless nightmare!

They will all be chased by the shadows, besieged by the endless illusions created by the boy. When Li Zesi ran towards Shen Luo and Zhou Hui, his heart was about to go crazy, and he shouted frantically: "Run!" Run! Shen Luo let Li Zesi go, and calmly threw out five rope swords in one breath, and the sword qi raged in the crowd like a sickle harvest, and people fell like wheat straw everywhere they passed. But the most essential difference is that when the sword qi is discolored, people can stand up again and continue to pounce frantically!

Fukara was stunned for a moment, but he quickly changed his tactics and tried to shake the earth and break up these stubborn enemies. But as soon as he touched the ground, he was relentlessly bounced away by a strong force.

The boy stood right in front of him, his expression grim. In the dream, he was by no means the powerless cripple. In reality, he can only silently go to death; Here, however, he rules everything. With just one finger, he knocked Shen Luo out completely. Before the latter could hit the ground, the boy took another step forward in the air, then reached out and knocked Shenluo into the air like a ball. Step by step, he abused Shenluo like a toy, as if he wanted to vent all his hatred and all his pathos in this deadly play.

Zhou Hui grabbed Li Zesi: "Hurry up and save the stinky chess!" He's going to die! Li Zesi grabbed King Wu with his backhand: "You don't care about him, you quickly dodge!" Li Zesi pushed Zhou Hui, and he didn't know where to go, behind him was an endless malicious phantom, and there was an unknown fog in front of him. Who will save them! Where is the reality? Where exactly is the boundary of dreams? Shen Luo, who was kicked in the air by the boy, had already fallen into confusion in his consciousness. His body felt no pain, yet he couldn't get out of control. The boy was like a heavy mountain of rock, weighing on his spirit, making him unable to move.

Born on a battlefield littered with corpses, he was born when people mourned over their wounds and death. In the long experience that followed, he collected countless sorrows, and in his body, there were more tears and despair than the stars. But at this very moment, in a dream, he felt a sorrow sharper than he did, piercing him through the heart. Nothing, all hope. There is no longer the meaning of life, and there is no happiness to look forward to.

When you have a lot, you can not care about losing one or the other; And when that's all you have, losing it makes you hate it so much.