God, isn't it supposed to be blue?

Or is it the ink color before a rainstorm?

It's just that the sky here seems to be a little strange.

There is no blue sky, no sunset, and no clouds.

The sky here is free to do as you like, to move as you like.

The first second was still colorful, and this second it was black and slaughtered, without a trace of transition in between.

The sky never seems to be under your control.

In addition to the sky, the bottom of the sky seems to be even more incredible.

There are no mountains, no rivers, lakes and seas, and no high-rise buildings.

Yes, it's light, that's right.

These lights may be in clusters, lines, or irregular, with different colors and shapes.

(Am I playing tricks?) Well, I'll admit, a little bit. ）

Between the sky and the light, an old man and a cat are walking leisurely at this moment.

The old man, dressed in a flowing robe.

The color of the cheongsam is constantly changing with the flowing light and the changing sky.

The cat, on the other hand, was snow-white.

Furry wrapped around his body, it seemed to be wrapped in white clouds.

This person is a cat, called walking, but in fact, it is not necessarily true.

Because there is no physical object where the toes of their feet touch.

(I originally wanted to write about Piao, but it made people think of Piao, which ruined my entire artistic conception, so it's not good.) ）

"Master Meow ------, is there any change in this illusory world?" The cat rubbed at the old man's feet, and even opened his mouth to speak.

"Xue Xue, how many times have you spoken, don't catfish before talking next time? People who don't know still think I'm called Master Meow! The old man looked disdainful.

"I'm a cat, and I'm not allowed to bark? Besides, there can't be anyone else here! "The kitten, who was called Xuexue, was obviously very dissatisfied with the old man's accusations.

"Not like you cat!" The old man found that the cat had become more and more articulate in recent days, and his heart was displeased.

"Master Meow, you said that there may be changes in the phantom world, where is it?" The kitten stood on tiptoe with two small fluffy paws, trying to stretch its short neck.

The old man with a black line on his face tried his best to suppress the surging anger in his heart, and tried his best to keep himself an expression of a good person not fighting with a cat, "It should be soon, in the past few days, I have felt several powerful forces invading, and it may be -----"

"Meow!" The old man was frowning and pondering, when he suddenly heard a kitten bark at his feet.

As the kitten's surprised cat eyes looked over, the old man saw that not far from the east, a white light shot out from the flowing light, and rushed towards the sky that had become somewhat transparent.

"Quick, keep up!" The old man exerted force under his feet, and the whole person threw himself towards the light.

Before the figure of "Zi ---" moved, another ray of light shot out from the east, following the white light into the sky.

At this time, the sky has completely changed color and shape.

The surging colors are spinning rapidly at the moment, forming a small swirl.

"Oops! How can there be two? The old man stopped and frowned, looking at the ever-changing sky, the small whirlpool was rapidly absorbing the light flowing around him, and his body was growing.

(Black holes?) Of course not? I'm a fantasy novel, not a science fiction novel, don't mess with all that high-tech stuff. ）

"Not good!" The old man saw that the whirlpool was slowly increasing, and he didn't think much about it, so he picked up the kitten at his feet and threw it in the direction of the whirlpool.

"Meow -------" kitten was also surprised by the sudden change in the sky, and suddenly felt that his body flew uncontrollably.

And the direction of the flight turned out to be that terrifying whirlpool.

"Meow meow meow ----" The kitten in a hurry still recovered the nature of a cat, and called heartbreakingly.

But the cry was very small, and, as it had said, there was no one else here but the old man who threw it out.

Desperately closing the cat's eyes, the kitten's entire body plunged into the whirlpool and soon disappeared.

I can assure you that the poor cat must have thought of countless ways to die, but it would never have imagined that he was betrayed by the people around him and thrown to death like this!

"You go first, and I'll come later!" The old man shouted at the center of the whirlpool.

Strange to say, since the kitten entered the whirlpool, the whirlpool's rotation speed has suddenly slowed down.

The old man sighed and turned his head to look at the flowing light.

Those lights are still flowing around themselves, and the pace is steady and solid.

After a pause, the old man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly.

Soon, the old man's body exuded a multicolored aura, and slowly, those auras converged into a cloud of white light, stretched, cut, and constructed a human figure.

The human form, face and figure, are the same as the old man.

"Go ahead!" The old man opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

The figure nodded, turned, and once again transformed into a white light, flying towards the vortex in the sky----

At this time, the whirlpool had completely stopped rotating, and the colors that swirled around it suddenly dispersed.

Looking at the restored sky, the old man sighed slowly.

"Book Spirit, after all, there is still a ---"

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"Ahh

In the silence of the night, a woman's scream emanated from a darkened building.

Soon, several faint yellow lights lit up in the surrounding area.

It didn't take long for the lights to turn off one after another.

At this time, in a living room, a woman was sitting on the bed in a daze.

Her back was completely soaked.

Are ---- having nightmares again?

The coolness permeated her body, and the woman shook her head, lifted the quilt and got up, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The splashing water, the mist is misty, and the woman's figure looms, outlining a beautiful picture.

As the fog cleared, the woman wrapped herself in a white bathrobe and pushed open the bathroom door.

There was no sleepiness for a long time, and the woman scratched her long black hair, which still had some droplets of water, and sat down in front of the computer.

Skillfully opening the familiar web page, the woman's eyes stopped at the website that she had opened countless times.

"Hey, it's still zero!" With a heavy sigh, the woman slammed her chin in front of the computer, and was in a state of dismay.

The woman's name is Xiang Ling, a newcomer to a website, who published her first novel online in her spare time.

Like every newcomer to the website, Xiang Ling was full of confidence when he decided to post on the Internet at the beginning, always feeling that he could make a name for himself online, and then become a god, accept rewards and worship from passers-by, and even imagined in his mind that he was surrounded by flashes and cameras.

But the ideal is plump, but the reality is always skinny.

This eternal so-called truth is no exception to Xiang Ling.

Clicks are sluggish, popularity is withering, and the contract is signed by luck, and the subscription is reduced to a single bare number ---- zero.

Go to other writers' articles to advertise, go to post bars to wander around and brag about their own articles, and exchange virtual currency for a few recommendations, Xiang Ling tried his best to do public relations and publicity as a rookie author, but in the end it returned to that number ---- zero.

After many blows, Xiang Ling's heart inevitably gave birth to some melancholy, and after howling to the sky, why is it useless, Xiang Ling's heart can no longer wave.

Anyway, it's just writing articles for fun, so it's not uncommon to subscribe for a few cents, work matters, and falling in love is important.

As soon as I Ah Q arrived, Xiang Ling began to throw down the articles on the Internet and returned to the role of a "white bone spirit".

It's just that I don't know why, in recent days, Xiang Ling always has nightmares at night.

In his dreams, he would always dream of that man.

The man, dressed in white, was holding a cyan long sword, and on the hilt, there was a dazzling blood-red sword spike.

And that man is always just an end in Xiang Ling's dream.

Die!

But the way to die is different every time.

Today is cliff jumping.

This inexplicable endless dream made Xiang Ling physically and mentally exhausted.

Shaking his head, Xiang Ling picked up his laptop and nested in the quilt.

Since you can't sleep, read the novels you wrote.

The first novel is like a baby of my own, no one cares about it, and I still have to care for it from time to time.

Squinting his eyes and reclining on the bed, Xiang Ling began to re-read his text in a state of confusion.

Tiredness still came unstoppably after all, and Xiang Ling's slightly narrowed eyes had long since disappeared.

The computer and the quilt had already slipped under the bed before I knew it.

On the hard wooden bed, Xiang Ling was lying in a large font, and a few halalas were happily going in and out of his mouth.

The room was silent.

It's just that the computer screen, which had been dark for a long time, suddenly made a slight zizzling sound.

The lightning flashed, and the electrical appliances in the room also made a zizzle sound.

Soon, however, the sounds quickly died down, and it was business as usual in the room.