What is it like to be desperate, at this moment, I feel it vividly.

I don't know if I'm dreaming, and I don't know if the memories in my head are real.

The only thing that is certain is that the "life trajectory" of everyone around me, including myself, has changed dramatically.

Although I firmly believe that I am right, I am powerless to refute the "ironclad evidence" in the face of so many "ironclad evidence".

If a person has been in a mess for a long time, he will inevitably question himself.

I spent the whole afternoon in a state of trepidation.

I was really happy and scared about this.

The good thing is that I finally don't have to live so tired, with "parents", "girlfriend", and a harmonious family, which is simply what I dreamed of.

But at the same time, deep in my soul, there is an inexplicable fear.

If these are not dreams, who is behind them?

Not only does it forcibly change the "fate" and memories of all of us, but it even resurrects the dead.

If it wants to achieve some ulterior secret, I believe it!

But I don't understand what it wants to do because it has lost the mana of me and Lu Xuesong, and it has gone to great lengths to list all kinds of evidence.

If it is trying to torture me mentally, if you think about it, it is really possible.

However, this approach does not make sense at all.

No matter how much I panic, as time passes, this panic will eventually disappear with the wind.

Not to mention, what I see now is a beautiful picture of family harmony, which, according to my personality, after a period of confusion, will be forgotten and then completely integrated into life.

I struggled all afternoon, and I had a lot of predictions in my head.

But without exception, I vetoed them all.

Things have come to this point, and I don't know whether to believe in myself or Lu Xuesong and them.

As evening approached, I simply closed my eyes and fell straight on the bed, thinking nothing more.

Regardless of whether it is a dream or not, the most important thing for yourself is to live every day well.

Anyway, I don't have mana now, I'm just an ordinary person, once something happens, it's a big deal to die, and in this way, I can be considered free.

Besides, this warm and harmonious scene now is exactly what I am pursuing.

What do you want to do so much, it's a fox, and it will show its tail after all.

Let it all go with the flow.

Perhaps because of the long-term nervous tension, not long after lying down, a strong feeling of tiredness swept through my body.

I subconsciously hugged the quilt tightly, didn't think about anything, the whole person was completely relaxed, and after a while, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

To be precise, I woke up with a nightmare.

During this period of deep sleep, I had a long dream.

In the dream, I was standing on the side of a cliff, dressed in a very strange costume, with two eyes, always shining blood, and a strange smile on the corner of my mouth. In the hand, it is holding a mirror.

The mirror looks very ordinary, with a bronze surface.

But the strange thing is that the self in the dream is obviously looking at the mirror, but on the mirror, he can't refract his own outline.

And, the sky was black and oppressive, and as far as the eye could see, it was dense, and it looked like dark clouds, but it wasn't, because I could feel that those things seemed to be wriggling.

In my dream, I was standing on the top of a cliff, and if I took a step forward, I would fall.

The cliff is bottomless, and when you look down, it looks like an abyss.

Behind me, a large crowd stood.

Among them, there is the Blood Rakshasa and Feng Xuejiao.

The rest, in my eyes, were a blur, and I could only judge by feeling their approximate number.

The appearance of the Blood Rakshasa is very embarrassing, and the armor on his body is damaged.

She was cloaked, and there were several shocking scratches on the left side of her face.

This image is incompatible with the high-flying Hades Lord on weekdays.

As for Feng Xuejiao, she was wearing a white gown, with an indifferent expression, and a crown on her head.

The crown, in the shape of a butterfly, is golden all over.

In her hand, she carried a human head.

If you look closely, it is Su Xun's head!

When the dream reaches here, it ends.

When I woke up, I sat up from the bed and gasped for air.

Cold sweat ran down my forehead, drop by drop.

I didn't bother to wipe it, and when I remembered the dream I had just had, I always had a sense of foreboding.

Although it was just a dream, it felt very real to me, as if I was there.

I don't know why I have this dream, and I don't know if this dream is suggesting anything.

All I know is that I can't sit still.

Even though I am constantly growing, in the final analysis, every step I take seems to be in the dark, and someone has already arranged it.

Even though I can become very strong over time, I am very unhappy with the taste of being led by the nose.

There will eventually be a confrontation between me and the Blood Rakshasa and I believe that this day will not be far away.

Right now, I have to quickly figure out what's going on around me.

If it weren't for this dream, I probably wouldn't have thought about it so much.

But after seeing this dream, I completely understood that it was not a time overlap at all.

Someone must have done something to me after Lu Xuesong knocked me unconscious.

However, if this is the case, then what is this person trying to do?

Without this dream, I might have really gotten lost here.

If this person wants to harm me, why bother to make such a dream and make me suspicious?

When I was full of doubts, there was a knock on the door, and at the same time, it was accompanied by Feng Xuejiao's voice.

"Xiao Kai, it's time to eat, our dad is back"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a stirring.

"Okay, I'll come right away"

I replied in a deep voice, and then, lighting a cigarette, after the smoke passed through my lungs, my cloudy brain suddenly became a little sober.

"I'd like to see what tricks you can do!"

After a few moments, I sneered, took a cigarette in my mouth, and walked out quickly.

In the 20 years that I followed Daoyan, I have never seen the faces of my parents once, not even photos.

When I was young, I also asked Dao Yan why he didn't leave me two photos.

But this old guy's answer can simply make people angry.

He said that the most important thing for a cultivator is to have no distracting thoughts, once he is stumped by worldly things, his mind will be unstable, and at least he will get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation, and at worst he will have demons in his heart.

This demon is terrible, it is latent all the time, it does not affect your mind, and the more you worry about worldly things, the more powerful the demon will become.

Therefore, in order for me to meditate on the Tao, I should never be shown pictures of this thing.

Because of this, I secretly cursed Dao Yan countless times.

Later, on the eve of the separation, the old thing finally showed me a picture of my mother, but not my father's.

I vaguely remember that the first time I saw a picture of my father was after returning home.

But after all, a photo is a photo, and seeing a real person is completely different feelings.

Now, I finally want to meet the real-life version of my father, although I am in danger at the moment, but in my heart, there is an inexplicable excitement. (To be continued)