Does the dimly lit basement feel familiar? The beginning of an adventure story usually begins with the narration of a black-robed man who drinks red wine. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black-robed man known as Mr. Lin changed his previous uneyed style, put down the empty wine bottle in a human-like manner, sat upright and faced the tape recorder, indeed, there was an introduction in front, and now he is going to talk about the human-like feature film: "Hearing this, you listeners are either as sad as our protagonist or as smiling and not talking as me, this thing is from our mature adults, hiccup, there is no need to look for death and life." But for Ming at that time, it was not only 'out of love', but he also had to pay the price of regret for his reckless decision to give up the college entrance examination for believing a joke. ”

Mr. Lin was so sleepy that he stopped and stretched and yawned.

Then, God gave the protagonist a chance, and he was born again. That's right, just like the time-traveling genre that was very popular a long time ago, this teenager who didn't think it was a tragedy in my opinion traveled back to 3 years ago through a time tunnel to change his future that seemed to me to be less tragic. So you must be very surprised, this thing that only God can do, in fact, is really something that God did, it actually happened to him, that Ming who is like the sun has been a man for many lifetimes, what I talked about before is his not so glorious past, is it a little surprising? ”

He smiled playfully, a look on his face, even though there was only one audience here.

"Hehe, it seems that I am shaking a little violently, but in this way, you will feel that this person is more three-dimensional and real. Next, I will continue to explain the story after being reborn. At this point he stopped, opened the potato chips in his hand, and ate them smash and smash them, completely ignoring the chemical reaction between the potato chips and the red wine.

Music, this time it's the English song "fly/sleep/fly"

August 8, 2110 Yang Xingming's house in Dongmu City, New China (New Beginning)

This is the most beautiful world, this is the most chaotic world. This is the brightest world, this is the darkest world. This is a world of hope and achievement, a world of despair and defeat, a world of intense conflict, a world of uneasy heart, and a world of miracles!

Welcome to Minecraft.

I can't forget that day, I was defeated, I lost all the treasures I thought I had: the future, the peace, and my favorite goddess, Leng Xiaoya. That night, painful, like the end times, I tasted all the bitterness, sorrow, regret, and powerless anger that I thought I had.

I want to do it all over again.

I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Yang Xingming, Yang of Poplar, Star of Stars, Ming of Enlightenment. On that night, after Heaven had taken everything from me, it threw me back into the time tunnel, and I stumbled and swollen to meet my past, and then here, forging a new future.

……

When I opened my eyes, it was a snow-white ceiling. Yang Xingming put his left arm on his forehead and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was like I had just woken up from a dream.

Is it a dream or a nightmare?

He looked around blankly, the wardrobe was still the same as the original, and the upper left corner was pasted with the limited edition poster released when Disillusionment was first in beta; There was a Minion alarm clock poured on the bedside table, and it looked like it had fulfilled its glorious mission of calling bed at 7 o'clock; The books on the bookcase are still staggering, except for the "Bosom Friend" comic on the top, because I read any of them much more often than all the books below combined. The windows are still as clean as before, and the only good habit that Yang Xingming has developed by listening to his parents is to get up and clean the windows every day, and Yang Xingming admired it proudly for a while.

Wait, windows?!

Yang Xingming straightened up his upper body with a "bang" and stared at the window for a long, long time. Then, he pressed his eyes with his hands, buried himself in the quilt and laughed wordlessly, in this silent moment, only tears, telling his heart, "Yang Xingming, welcome back." ”

……

After washing, Yang Xingming, dressed in cartoon cow pajamas, sat on the bay window of the living room, rested one leg outside and pressed the other coiled leg, poured the freshly brewed jasmine tea into the cup, and then quietly looked at the scenery outside the window that had already been rotten, and fell into thought.

He needs to take some time to sort out the bits and pieces of "the past" and especially the "last three days".

Outside the window is a low hill, full of green trees swaying in the wind, sending the verdant summer to the thousands of families who are lucky enough to see it. The active birds flapped their wings in praise of the summer and skimmed over the trees, hovering in the air like elves, and a few curious little ones galloped with their heads down, and circled around like a big army of hide-and-seek, and finally stopped outside the tea-scented bay window, chirping at the people inside.

Today, Fuyuki is as peaceful as ever.

Yang Xingming came back from his contemplation and laughed when he saw these elves, smiling a little relieved. He put down his teacup, took a handful of corn from the small drawer of the coffee table, and sprinkled it evenly on the edge of the window under the window, then turned back and continued to drink his tea as if nothing had happened. When he finished refilling, he heard the distant chirping of birds in his ears.

The habit of "feeding corn" was learned from Yang's father. When Yang Xingming was a child, Yang's father often sat on this bay window, drinking the tea he boiled, and selected the corn handed by Yang's mother into corn kernels, except for himself and his son's, and the rest were the guests outside the window.

At first, Yang Xingming pretended to be deep and said: "Birds and goldfish only have 7 seconds of memory, and they don't remember your good, shame, dad." ”

After hearing this, Father Yang first smiled and touched his head, and then imitated Yang Xingming's tone: "Even so, we can make them live a happy 7 seconds, no loss, son." ”

After drinking the third cup of tea, knowing that he had drunk all the freshly boiled water, Yang Xingming simply packed up the tea set, stood up and walked to the study. Yang's father and Yang's mother have often traveled on business since Yang Xingming graduated from junior high school, and the family has lived a life of gathering less and leaving more.

In addition to playing games, Yang Xingming's tea is also one of his few hobbies, and his friend Aaron commented on this: Grandpa's hobby. He just laughed it off, and drinking tea made him as flat as water. You can suppress the frustration of "yesterday". It's just barely, though.

So there was only a faint joy and a small expectation on his face now.

Outside the study is the balcony, Yang Xingming is lying on the windowsill, silently letting the memory resurface: the separation from Xue'er, the bloody hand of the sky, the inevitability of the sky, the Jedi counterattack of No.1, the college entrance examination carnival night in the hotel, he looked at Leng Xiaoya for the first time in his life, Leng Xiaoya looked at him so gently for the first time in his life, Leng Xiaoya blushed so much in front of him for the first time in his life, alas, yes, there is also Qi Chou's ingenious confession, and the acceptance of Leng Xiaoya, the squad leader.

Yang Xingming's hand clenched, and then let go again.

Either way, it's just "futuristic".

Outside the balcony window was still the same low hill as before, but the view was wider, and he could see the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

Retract your gaze and turn back to your room.

This year is 2110, and after the so-called "Gunpowder Revolution" on February 11, 2048, Huaxia has entered a capitalist society and the People's Revival Party has become the ruling party, and this year is already the 62nd year.

Yang Xingming stood in front of the calendar in the room, carefully tore off the calendar of August 7th, Dave (the name of the bazooka Minion) looked at him reluctantly, but still went into the trash, the new August 8th has arrived, the Mark Minion on the calendar looked at Yang Xingming proudly, as if he was laughing at the slow Dave, but he didn't know that at this time tomorrow, he would be ridiculed by the Tim Minion.

That's right, yesterday was August 7th, not June 8th.

As he said, the rebirth was successful.

He walked over to the closet and took off his pajamas. Wear a casual brown plaid shirt on the outside, a white T-shirt printed with a large and small yellow man on the inside, and a loose silver trousers underneath, and then take care of the fine hair hanging down in the right eye, and look carefully at the full-length mirror in the wardrobe.

He's laughing, and so is the Minion on the T-shirt.

Then he slammed the closet door shut, threw a few empty punches into the air, and then leaped backwards and fell straight down on the soft bed, stretching his limbs to play with the sheets. I don't know how long he played, but he raised his left hand and looked at the time: 7:44:57.

There are 3 seconds left.

"Ding Dong-" was on time. Yang Xingming straightened up with a carp, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then walked to the door of the living room. "Mr. Yang, your courier, please sign for it." A sweet female voice came from the door, and a fist-sized package with the words "Thank you for your support of the Chinese Group" was shipped out of the wall after pressing the yellow button next to the door.

Tearing open the package, Yang Xingming held the contents with both hands, a fist-sized white ball, and long pressed the dark red button on it: "Scan fingerprints, information retrieval, identity confirmation as citizen Yang Xingming, fingerprint binding, mechanical assembly, unfolding." As soon as the sound of the machine fell, the white ball began to assemble itself. The familiar voice like the march of the peer made Yang Xingming's heart speed up suddenly, although he knew that something like this would happen next, but he still felt the same feeling when he experienced it again.

After 10 seconds, the white ball turns into a flooded egg-shaped helmet - BW211 - by Guardian Dream.

The helmet that he threw out of the window and smashed returned to Yang Xingming's side again under the packaging of the old man of time.

Yang Xingming put it on his head, as if he was once again incarnated as the bloodthirsty tyrant who held his life and death in his hands and stepped on the bones of the blood domain. On the bloody battlefield, he commanded the tyrant's desires, and had no fear in the face of an overwhelming enemy.

"I'm back."

These were his first words when he returned from rebirth.

With the smile of the king's return.

The opening animation of "Disillusionment".

The picture in front of him was rapidly retreating, competing with the oncoming strong wind, and Yang Xingming rode a glorious unicorn galloping on the main road of the Imperial City. There was a rumbling sound of artillery fire in his ears, like a horn on the march to stimulate the adrenaline hormones in his body. The fortifications beside him were rapidly retreating, and the city gate in front of him was becoming clearer and clearer.

Passers-by on both sides of the road heard the sound of horses' hooves in their ears and stopped to look at the warrior who was about to set out.

"It's going to be the road, Warrior!" A rugged warrior slammed the shield on the ground with his perverted muscles, and practiced it for him.

"Watch out for you, Warrior." A handsome young man with a bow and arrow stretched out his scissor hand to him.

"Don't push too hard, save some for me, I'll give them a taste of my big fireball." A little Lori covered by a robe played with the flame in her hand, careful not to burn her hands.

"I'm sorry for you." A man hiding in the shadows muttered softly, wiping the dagger in his hand.

"Don't hang it, although I can have one more collection if I hang it." An old man wrapped in black gas smiled sinisterly.

"Be careful all the way, I will be your solid backing, hahaha!" A robe-clad fist collided, and a crack of bones burst out.

"Lord Apollo, God of Light, please listen to my request, grant this warrior courage and strength, and bless him with a safe journey." A holy nun knelt in a distant church and whispered a prayer to the gods.

Rushing out of the city gate, it was a vast prairie, Yang Xingming took a big breath of the strong wind with the fragrance of grass, and looked back at the imperial city that was gradually moving away.

The world of Disillusionment, Minecraft.

I will once again work hard in this world to make my own wonderful.

The shadow below him became bigger and thicker, and when he raised his head, a black-clad red-clawed black dragon flapped its huge hideous wings and swept over his head, and the pounding wind that was aware of it quickly surrounded the knight in front of him. The black dragon turned around and stared at the boy riding a unicorn, muttering words in his mouth, and then, a huge magic array appeared on it, condensing.

The huge coercion generated by the magic overturned Yang Xingming off his horse, but he did not run away, but resisted the coercion and stood up with difficulty, and the unicorn on the side did not leave an inch.

The magic array gradually took shape, and the light produced completely enveloped the dragon, absorbing all the light in the heavens and the earth. When it swelled to the extreme, the light collapsed inward, and the huge energy made it impossible for him to look directly, but he couldn't take it away.

The light condensed into a basketball-sized ball of light, exploding into a sky of sparks at an unimaginable speed and tilting into the blue sky, as if magma was flowing backwards into the sky. The spark slowly condensed, and finally it was concretized.

Yang Xingming just grinned, opened his arms, and yelled "Ah――――――――"

This cry swept through the prairie and penetrated the sky, reaching the flames of the burning sky, gathering to form disillusionment

His shouts and figures were left in the firelight.

Now that the beginning has changed, the future is no longer the only one!

Once again, I'm going to let the world hear my cry once again!

Welcome to the world of "Disillusionment", and invite our male protagonist - Yang Xingming!