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Looking at the xenoinfected who died on the ground. Blue Spirit's Xing, the Phantom Silver Warrior breathed a sigh of relief and pinned the double-edged lightsaber back to his back armor. Finally, manually exit the Phantom Silver Crystal.

Click!

Whoa-who

*Phantom Silver Armor. Transmogrification Lifted*》

The silvery glow turned into densely packed dots, and finally disappeared in the cold wind that whistled through at night.

Sa--Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-

*Warp Warframe. Transmogrification Lifted*》

When Xiao Jia lifted the transformation of the twisted battle armor, the extremely strange time-stopping phenomenon around him finally came to an effective end.

The crowd should run, walk, the scene was chaotic, almost still shrouded in fear of the scene just now......

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The scene I dreamed of last time is still fresh in my mind, as if I had just dreamed about it yesterday.

The same place, people and things.

The sky was covered with goose feathers and snow, and everywhere was filled with a strange white light.

In a flat green meadow on the highlands, he took Slender's hand and strode over the meadow leading to a future that came out of nowhere.

Legs, all right; Sick and cured.

They are two healthy people, holding hands and being the happiest people in the world.

Suddenly, an eerie demonic wind came from the air, blowing away the silk poem he was holding in his hand.

Panicked and surprised, she jerked back to find that she was waving desperately for help.

The wind howls and howls oppresses the shouts of the people.

Seeing her getting farther and farther away from herself, she couldn't do anything about herself.

Miyato used up the last of his physical strength, running forward in big strides, while constantly jumping up and stretching out his arms.

In this grotesque environment, his legs seem to be chained, resulting in a jump height of only 5 centimeters.

With the figure of watching Xian Shi being blown farther and farther away by the demon wind, he indifferently realized that everything he had done was in vain, and he was busy in vain.

"Ashi! Ashi - "

"Miyato......" her voice finally disappeared above the dark clouds.

Click!

Thunder thundered across the sky, and monstrous fuchsia lightning tore through the dark clouds.

The lightning shot down vertically, striking the tranquil meadow with an instant booming roar.

The huge gravity accompanied the pace of Gong Tu like a shadow, making him feel more and more fatigued. Until the feeling gets stronger and stronger......

"Ahh Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he sat up.

On his forehead and back, he was wet with cold sweat.

It was dark in front of me, and I couldn't tell whether the silver glow on the windowsill was the shadow of the moon or the starlight. Or a transient hallucination of consciousness.

Click.

First the door was pushed open, and then the light bulb was lit.

The sharp whitening light pierced Gong Tu's eyes, making him suddenly feel a terrible pain in his eyes. Forced to close his eyes quickly to avoid the light rays.

"Little brother Miyato?"

The person standing at the door of the room was not Wang Chenyan, but Jia Lingye, who was a light sleeper and was sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

The loud cry of "ah" just now startled him to sit up straight from the sofa. With the methods he had trained, he broke in without seeing the field.

After a short period of recovery, Miyato's consciousness gradually came to his senses.

Very sober, so awake that because of that grotesque nightmare just now, it will definitely lead to insomnia in the second half of the night.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw that the slender poet next to him was deeply sleepy, unaffected by the nightmare he had just had—and that was good.

He turned his face away sadly, and found that Jia Ling was also closed and leaned silently at the door, looking quietly.

"Are you alright?" Jia Ling also reached out and turned off the light, as if nothing had happened. He used a voice so low that only the two of them could hear the sound of breathing in the air.

"No ......" Miyato lowered his head and rubbed it with the back of his hand above his right eye. His voice was sometimes low, sometimes muffled, "just a nightmare." ”

"Ah, just take it slowly. Well, good night. Jia Ling also nodded from the dark environment, regardless of whether Gong Tu didn't see it, turned around and prepared to go back to the sofa to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came faintly from behind:

"No, I'm going for a walk."

"Huh? What the. Jia Ling also raised a question from his heart, he turned around, and heard a rustling sound of dressing began to sound.

Miyato was getting dressed, and he was conscious.

"Hello?" Jia Ling didn't care what was under his feet, and hurriedly rushed back when he felt the darkness. "Miyato, are you having a dream?"

"Nope." The sound was low, like pig iron soaked in the water of the river.

"It's the middle of the night?"

"I know."

"No, you know it's the middle of the night, so you're still ......"

Now, Miyato has put his pants on. To be honest, he still wears clothes quite quickly, neatly and cleanly, and only a thick coat on his upper body has not yet begun to wear.

In this way, nothing can stop his decision.

In order not to wake up the slender poem next to him, Jia Ling had to shut up and say nothing.

Soon, a series of dressing actions were completed quickly. Miyato then got out of bed, picked up a flashlight and walked out.

Jia Ling, who was hesitant, was still thinking about whether to wake up his uncle, but when he thought about it, he didn't have the courage to give up this idea. He returned to the sofa in the dark, grabbed his coat and hurriedly pushed the door open and followed.

"Hey, little brother Miyato? Little brother Miyato! ”

With the help of the flashlight light in the dark alley, Jia Ling quickly caught up with him and followed him closely.

He walked aimlessly, with his head down. His eyes were firm and flickering, as if he was shouting in the face of darkness:

Come, all your tricks and tricks!

"Little Brother Gongtu, hey, where are you going?"

"I don't know, I can't find my way anymore......" Miyato suddenly stopped, his head shut, his wrists drooping, and the light of the flashlight shone obliquely on the ground.

"Is it a nightmare that keeps you from being able to find your way?" Jia Ling also put his hands on his waist and stood behind him and asked.

"I guess, probably."

"When is there a smooth sailing in life, you look at me, isn't my situation much worse than yours?" Suddenly, Jia Ling also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly stopped, walked over and put his hand on his shoulder, and said:

"Alright, slowly, hurry up and go back to sleep, shall we? Yes? It's so cold outside, don't be arrogant. ”

“……”

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┇-To be continued-┇