Suddenly, there was a slight explosion in the air, as if some void barrier had been shattered. In an instant, the "warehouse" disappeared entirely, and the two completely opposite worlds were vividly displayed in front of the unsuspecting Zhang Mengmeng. On the left is the blue sky, the golden ground, the crystal palace, the throne carved out of diamonds, and the divine warm light rises from the ground, illuminating the whole sky. On the right, the sky made of bones, the ocean of blood gathered, a terrifying castle that could not be darker than that, just like this, in the sea of blood, pale lightning as if death, from the sky of bones to the dark and solemn castle, added a suffocating pressure. Heaven is on the left, hell is on the right, and the world of light and darkness unfolds at the same time in front of Zhang Mengmeng's eyes, and then they fall into each other at the moment of contact.

A group of holy knights wearing golden armor and holding golden swords charged on golden war horses, and opposite them were groups of dark wizards wearing pitch-black robes and towering hoods, whose faces could not be seen at all, wielding staff that were completely spliced from human bones, and throwing dark balls at the knights. The golden light, which burns in the knight, solemnly drives away all evil, and the whirlwind of darkness whirls in the sorcerer, and brutally crushes all hope. The army of light calling darkness started an illusory battle in front of Zhang Mengmeng's eyes, it was not a fight of tens of thousands of people, it was tens of millions, billions, or even trillions of living beings, a cruel fight that would never end, from the beginning of the flood to the end of the world.

The world of light and shadow, the world of divine and dark, swirled in front of the girl's eyes, rolling, fighting, colliding, although these images are all virtual, there is no shadow, even those knights and wizards are translucent, but this huge scene like the end of the universe, this battle of flesh and blood composed of trillions of people flying and scorching corpses all over the field, is something Zhang Mengmeng can't imagine anyway, and even in the whole world she is in, the most ancient, the grandest, and the most magnificent mythical wars are definitely not as shocking as the scene in front of her。

Zhang Mengmeng, the talented woman of the Demon Pavilion, the leader of the most promising young people in the Demon Pavilion, was completely frightened at this moment, she couldn't even shout for help.

[Early morning of the second day]

Our cute little silver dust opened his eyes in a daze, and there was no strength in his whole body. He opened his eyes, and his pure silver pupils with delicate magic patterns were still a little dilated, until he had calmed down after a moment of focus like a camera—at least his eyes could turn according to his brain's command.

"It's ...... Where?" he raised his hand wearily and gently touched the surroundings of his body. Well, how to say it, the big pillows, soft mattresses, and fragrant quilts are really a long-lost comfort nest, both warm and soft, and warm......

"Didn't you die?" The warm quilt also failed to drive away the cold despair in Yinchen's heart, which was despair for the future, despair for life, and despair for strength. "Heaven is above, why? Why do you do this to me? Since you are already desperate, why don't you let me leave happily? Why do you want me to stay in this world helplessly? Could it be that I was born with silver dust to come here to suffer?" A trace of resentment rose irrepressibly from the bottom of my heart, but it was blocked back by reason. Yinchen knows that it is useless to complain about the heavens and others, and it is useless to explode in anger. If his outbursts and angry screams could really give him a painful pleasure, then God would not have sent a great monk to save him, let alone be in the dark like this time and did not know who to instruct to save him! He was now really deprived of even the right to commit suicide by God.

Silver Dust's gaze wandered around the dimly lit room, finally figuring out his current situation. At this moment he must have been in some kind of inn, and it was in the upper room on the second or third floor of the inn, which was easily evident from the delicate knick-knack in the room. The room he was in was not large, only about ten square meters (converted to Gabroyle's standard area unit), a large bed and a "trendy" bedside table woven with bamboo strips, and there was hardly anything else to fit in it, not even a large wardrobe.

"My person must be a thoughtful and gentle girl. Alas, since I went to kindergarten, my silver dust's peach blossom luck has never been broken, and I don't care about my appearance, I'm so sorry for Sister Feng...... It is also said that it was deliberately set by his parents with genetic adjustment technology...... Anyway, can you lower your appearance a little?" Yinchen thought lazily and a little depressed as he lay in the warm quilt. When he woke up, the soft quilt just covered the tip of his chin, the edges of the quilt were neatly folded, the pillow was placed upright, and the whole quilt gave him the feeling of a mother carefully prepared for her beloved baby, comfortable and warm, adding a long-lost sense of security to Yinchen's heart for no reason. The eleven-year-old boy was lying under the covers, and he couldn't help but think of his hometown that was far away, and his parents and family who didn't know what to do at this time.

"I don't know if it was that kind girl who saved me?" Yinchen was thinking about it, when he heard a soft "squeak", the door opened, and a slender and beautiful girl really walked in.

The pure silver eyes widened suddenly, the pupils shrank rapidly, and even gathered again in the depths of the pupils to symbolize the storm of conquest, Silver Dust stared at the girl who was still holding a bowl of steaming potions, and the three words "impossible" roared in his mind.

A strange look of disappointment flashed in the girl's jet-black eyes, as luster as the most precious gems, and more of a scalpel-sharp searching gaze, as if Silver Dust was an alien baby smuggled out of Area 51. The eyes of the two people met in the air, there were no electric sparks, no heartbeat throbbing, and no pink soft feelings, only a sonorous artistic conception of the blade against the sword.

"Is that you?" Silver Dust wanted to speak, but he felt that every nerve in his body seemed to be in a state of shock and down, and his tongue and facial muscles were all unable to function, and he couldn't make a sound at all. And the girl who had just come in was also standing at the door like a clay sculpture, staring at him with big black eyes for a moment, and she didn't move for a long time. The room was slowly enveloped in a strangely viscous silence, as if the world was about to cease completely, and there seemed to be nothing moving in this small room except for the heat of the potion wafting from the bowl.

30 seconds, a full 30 seconds, that is, ten breaths, the silence was broken by the girl's voice.

"Boys?"

"Hmm!" Silver Dust exerted all his strength to make the sound out of his throat, his mouth and tongue still in "program unresponsive".

The girl walked over one by one, and a weak gray-blue wind lit up on her back, turning into a ghost hand, and gently closing the door. The girl gently placed the decoction on the bedside table made of bamboo strips, and then sat down lightly and softly beside Yinchen, who instinctively moved her body to the other side, as if she was afraid of the girl in front of her.

"You...... Is it really a boy?" The girl's eyes stared at Yinchen's face without blinking, the girl's voice was very good, but there was a deep gray disappointment in her tone, and this disappointment somehow reminded Yinchen of the only few times she was deceived in online shopping.

"Yes. Silver Dust was silent for about a while, and finally regained control of his tongue and some muscles in his mouth, and finally said two words, but in the next second, his face suddenly turned pale, and then quickly became flushed.

"You ****** not do anything you shouldn't do, do you!" Silver Dust's pupils suddenly turned into a terrifying dark nothingness, almost the entire eyeball disappeared into a thick black, the magic power was out of control, and another loss of magic power was about to happen, the room was instantly filled with a cold pressure, and Silver Dust's hair and even his entire face were rapidly transforming towards the texture of obsidian.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was still fine lying in the warm quilt, and he didn't even have the innermost layer of clothes!