Han Yi's consciousness suddenly woke up from the darkness, and he found himself in a suit, lying in a narrow box.

All around, many people looked sad and stood silently around the box where they were lying.

The melodious and low music immersed the whole hall in a sad atmosphere.

"Where am I?" Han Yi wanted to move his body, but he couldn't move, but his thoughts were very active, "This is not the Demon Emperor Tomb, what happened to me?"

A grieving woman's cry made Han Yi suddenly realize that he was not in the Fengyun Continent now, and he was not Han Yi, a master of the late stage of Wuzun.

He is just an insignificant wage earner on the earth, who was in a car accident the day before yesterday and died on the spot, and today is the day of his funeral.

The place where I am lying now is not a box, but a coffin.

"I'm dead? It turns out that what Fengyun Continent, what martial arts cultivation, is just an illusion before death?" After knowing his situation, Han Yi couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, "It turns out that this is the taste of death." ”

The ultimate destination of all living beings is death, but what is death?

Why is it that after I die, I can still feel the situation around me and hear people's cries?

The loudest and saddest voice was his mother.

Han Yi was shrouded in extremely sad emotions, he wanted to move, he wanted to comfort his mother, but he couldn't do anything except have consciousness.

"Mom, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he felt infinitely guilty in his heart, and kept repeating a sentence, "I'm sorry, my son is sorry for you." ”

The heart-rending cry of his mother made Han Yi fall into deep self-blame.

In this sad mood, the friends in front of me came to say goodbye one by one, fake or sincere.

Han Yi was lying in the cold coffin, although he could feel everything around him, everything around him had nothing to do with him.

An absolute loneliness that occupied his body and mind made him incomparably terrifying!

"Can I do it again, God, can I live again!?"

All kinds of things in my life flashed in my mind like a movie, and those were actually just the most ordinary slices of life.

When I was in elementary school, I played with my childhood sweetheart, and the two became husband and wife, and the witness was the female goose that he raised.

In middle school, Han Yi's grades were not very good, but the girl's grades were always in the top ten in the whole grade, and she could definitely be admitted to a key university.

Han Yi swore again and again that he would study hard and be admitted to the same school as the girl, and he would not let the girl look down on him.

Later, the girl was unsurprisingly admitted to the best university in the imperial capital, but he failed.

An ignorant love affair ended so inexplicably, making people confused.

His first job was selling insurance, and when he got his first salary, the excitement he felt was something he will never forget.

Although he only had more than 3,000 yuan, he handed over half of it to his mother, which made her mother very happy, saying that her son was finally sensible and could finally earn money to support his family.

Go to work, change jobs, go to work.

His life is so ordinary, and the ordinary makes him boring.

But lying in the coffin at the moment, Han Yi felt that the previous ordinary life was so desirable and the greatest happiness in the world.

People, wait until they lose to know how to regret it, but it is too late to regret it.

All the rituals are over, and Han Yi is sent to the crematorium, where he will eventually be reduced to ashes.

Dead silence all around, cold!

"Mom, if there is an afterlife, I will repay the favor again. ”

His heart is infinitely desolate, infinitely sad. Today, he wants to say goodbye to this world.

The fire flickered, and the past was all gone.

"Fire!"

Han Yi suddenly roared and sat up from the bed.

He didn't know where he was at the moment, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" a gentle female voice with a sense of sleepiness came into her ears, "Are you having another nightmare?"

The warm light in the room turned on, and Han Yi saw the woman beside him looking at him anxiously.

"Xiao Jia?" Han Yi looked at the woman in front of him with surprise, "You, me, what's wrong?"

The woman who was anxious in front of her, sharing the bed with her, had such a delicate face.

Lu Yanjia!

A series of memories came flooding back, that year he was in a car accident, unconscious, and his life hung by a thread.

When the girl heard about this, she asked for leave and came back from the imperial capital to see him.

She just stayed by his bedside in an unconscious state, telling him interesting stories from her childhood every day, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

Finally, after being in a coma for half a month, Han Yi finally woke up.

Later, he married a girl, and this girl was Lu Yanjia.

"I'm not dead, it turned out to be just a dream!" Han Yi yelled excitedly in his heart, "Not only did I not die, but I also married my most beloved girl!"

A kind of lost ecstasy instantly surrounded Han Yi and made him jump up on the soft bed.

The nightmare just now was so real, especially the feeling of powerless loneliness, which made him feel a little creepy when he thought about it now.

"Han Yi, don't scare me!" Lu Yanjia's beautiful face was worried, "You've been having nightmares lately, Shen Dao, aren't you too tired from work recently?"

"Your new boss, that woman named Ji Yunsheng, is still targeting you?"

"Don't worry, fool. Han Yi hugged his wife Lu Yanjia into his arms, "It's just a nightmare, I'll solve things at work, who is your husband? When did you disappoint?"

Lu Yanjia was like a well-behaved kitten curled up in his arms, and her tone was a little coquettish: "I'm so tired from work, we will take annual leave together next month, and you promised to take me to the Maldives to play, it's been a few years?"

Han Yi stroked her back, as if coaxing a child: "When the project in hand is over, I will definitely take my lovely wife there." ”

"When the time comes, I will ask my sister to come along. Lu Yanjia said again, "Feng Nanfeng, that guy has been chasing my sister for three years, it's really stupid, your best friend is just like you, they are all big stupid." ”

"I'm stupid, you're a fool, just made a couple. My brother is just too honest to do it when he doesn't know what to do, and we really should create more opportunities for him. ”

"I'm not a fool, you're stupid, I'm so smart, you dare to call me stupid?" Lu Yanjia pursed her lips.

"Don't dare, don't dare, you're smart, you're the smartest in the world, are you satisfied now?" Han Yi hurriedly begged for mercy.

Lu Yan Jiaman closed his eyes and soon fell asleep in Han Yi's arms.

Looking at her long eyelashes and the happy smile on her face, Han Yi felt that this kind of life was enough for him.

He lightly put Lu Yanjia's head on the pillow, got up and put on his slippers, and walked towards the bathroom in the lowest voice in order not to wake up his favorite woman.

Suddenly, Han Yi saw something strange, he was wearing a pair of golden underwear.

"This is, where the hell am I?"

His thoughts came to the Fengyun Continent again, when he saw Lu Yanjia for the first time, he was wearing such a pair of golden underwear, which was called the Root Armor of Protecting Life.

At that time, Lu Yanjia was a female robber, not only to kill herself, but also to snatch his underwear.

After that, a lot of things happened to him and Lu Yanjia, and the relationship between the two of them became better and better, and they passed the Longmen Autumn Hunt of the Ichthyosaurus Academy together and entered the Ichthyosaurus Academy.

It seems that just now, he, his senior sister Wu Qian and others encountered the attack of the corpse demon flower in the Demon Emperor's tomb, and then he returned to his funeral, and then came here again.

"Who am I? Am I Han Yi on Earth, or Han Yi of the Han family in the Fengyun Continent?"

What have been experienced, which are real and which are unreal?

Han Yi felt a cloud of fog and surrounded himself, making himself unable to distinguish the boundary between fact and illusion.

(End of chapter)