"Sister Feixue, I won't be back for long this time, but I'm hungry now."

Wu Xiaode said.

"I'll cook you something to eat." Shen Xiujun naturally answered.

"Is there any soup?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I'll boil it for you." Shen Xiujun smiled.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"Okay, I'm not going to say thank you - I'll use the bar car, and I'll drive to the city to buy some supplies and come back to replenish them." Wu Xiaode looked at Shen Feixue again.

Shen Feixue directly put the car key on the bar counter and advised, "Be careful when driving, there is a difficult way to walk."

Wu Xiaode took the car keys and shouted at Shen Xiujun:

"Got it—Xiu-kun, I'll be back soon, looking forward to your cooking."

"Okay." Shen Xiujun said.

She really went to the kitchen.

Wu Xiaode turned around, walked out of the bar, and got into the off-road vehicle.

The buggy roared and headed out of town.

When the car got on the highway between the desert and the oasis, Wu Xiaode suddenly unbuckled his seat belt and landed lightly on the passenger seat.

A handsome blond man with wings immediately appeared in the driver's seat.

Ulysses.

"You drive, I'll sleep for a while."

Wu Xiaode yawned.

He leveled the seat angle, closed his eyes, and began to rest as he lay down.

Ulysses tacitly agreed with him, grasped the steering wheel with both hands, loosened the throttle under his feet, slowed down, and drove forward without a hurry.

Bar, kitchen.

Bursts of light and shadow appeared in front of Shen Xiujun's beautiful eyes.

In the light and shadow picture, it is Wu Xiaode lying on the passenger seat and sleeping.

Shen Xiujun's eyes closed and opened them again.

"Really went shopping......

Her expression became indifferent and unforgiving.

"Well, let me think about what a human boy like him likes to eat."

She looked at the pots and pans in front of her, and began to think quickly about what kind of food to cook in order to brush up Wu Xiaode's prestige.

Meanwhile.

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and quietly felt the prompts that appeared in his mind:

"You have activated a piece of history contained in the Book of the Law of Destruction."

"For the sake of concealment, this history is about to unfold with the help of your dreams."

"Five seconds down."

"Five,"

"Four,"

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One!"

"The dream medium is ready."

"The bridge has been built!"

"Time is disordered, connecting history!"

"Enter—-"

The sound of the car engine and the wind noise suddenly disappeared.

Everything became quiet.

It became dark.

After a few breaths.

The entire space seemed to shake violently, and Wu Xiaode could feel that something was rapidly appearing in the depths of the darkness.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ears:

"You can choose to bury this history completely, lest you know too much and be killed by the demons."

"The way to do this is to take three steps back."

"So that you can leave this history at once, return to the dream, and wake up from the dream."

"It's all just a dream, you're safe."

"But if—"

"Your enemies are the Raiders, and if you are willing to fight them, take a step forward."

"You're going to be involved in something worthwhile."

Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in darkness. Under his feet is a stone slab suspended in the air.

In front of and behind yourself,

There are stairs that lead to different places.

Behind it is their own dream.

Front-

He was silent for a moment and said softly:

"I still want to be a man."

With that, he took a step forward and landed on the long wooden staircase.

"Oh? You're willing to fight the Demon Raiders because you want to keep your manly spirit?" The voice asked curiously.

"It's entangled, and it's been attacking me, forcing me to like it."

Wu Xiaode shrugged his shoulders and said as succinctly as possible, "I can't deal with it, the only way is to stab myself - but I actually still want to be a man, so let's do it - I'm sure I want to defeat the demon."

The voice smiled a little more, and responded, "Good, come upstairs to see me."

The voice fell.

At zero hour, the surroundings suddenly became bright.

Countless noisy voices rang out.

Guzheng and pipa sound in unison.

A ghostly female voice sang softly:

"Silver Candle Autumn Light Cold Painting Screen,"

"The sky is as blue as water and the clouds are light at night,"

"The sound of geese is far away from Xiaoxiang,"

"The moon on the twelfth floor is self-evident."

Wu Xiaode listened quietly, his eyes moved slowly, and he saw many people downstairs sitting there drinking tea and drinking, listening to small songs.

And he stood on the corridor on the third floor of a restaurant, and there was a big river outside, reflecting the snow-white cold moon.

The wind blows from the river.

Several lines of small ice crystal characters appear in the void:

"Arrive at your destination."

"Now you have left the dream passage and are in a crucial moment in your past."

"Please proceed with caution."

All the small print is collected.

Wu Xiaode froze down, only feeling a little unbelievable.

The way this history is entered is really hidden.

But I don't know what I'll see next?

He stepped along, as the voice had said, and walked up the stairs. At the end of the staircase is a private room.

Push open the door.

In the box were several beautiful women, surrounded by a long-haired teenager.

A woman is singing a cappella;

A woman poured a cup full of wine, and was bringing it to the young man's lips;

A woman bowed her head and pinched his feet;

A woman knelt behind the boy and let him recline gently against her soft body.

There was still a girl holding an orchid in her hand and inserting it between the young man's long hair.

The young man was fair-skinned and handsome, sitting cross-legged on his knees, holding a long knife in both hands, and his eyes slightly closed.

He slowly sipped the wine from the cup.

"The guests are coming."

One woman laughed.

All the women stood up together, bowed to Wu Xiaode, retreated silently, and closed the door for the two.

Wu Xiaode sat down opposite the boy and looked at the knife in his arms.

- Almost instantly, he realized that the butterfly knife at his waist was missing.

And the knife in the young man's arms was the Butterfly Knife!

The young man finally opened his eyes, gently stroked the long knife, and said:

It's been too long to think that this knife is back in this moment."

"Are you the first Speaker of the Council of Destruction?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Exactly." Juvenile Road.

He explained, "The Council of the Destruction of the World is an organization that attaches itself to many demons and provides them with all kinds of conveniences to help them destroy the world, and I am the founder of this organization."

"We've slaughtered many worlds, and we've done great things to make the demon raiders feel that we're really valuable."

So I'm now a celebrity on the demon side."

A few smiles appeared on Wu Xiaode's face, and he said softly:

I see, but as I said, I'm an enemy of the demons."

The teenager did not reply

said, just turned his head to look out the window.

I saw countless streamers flying towards the depths of the sky in the night sky, like an inverted waterfall of light.

"Those are the souls of the mighty of the human race."

He said suddenly.

"Soul?" Wu Xiaode was puzzled.

Tonight is the time when all the mighty of the worlds are completely defeated, and they choose to cross the world of death and become heroic spirits, in an attempt to preserve their power and fight against the immeasurable calamity in the future."

The young man withdrew his gaze and looked at Wu Xiaode.

And my choice is different from theirs, I choose to cling to the demon raiders so that I can survive."

Wu Xiaode put his hand on the desolate sword and said softly, "It's understandable, after all, ants are still greedy for life, let alone people?"

"Life and death are small matters, and there is a reason why I have to live." Juvenile Road.

"Oh? What is the reason?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Of all the worlds, the god of death is the only one who has seen the defeat of all, and he finally believes that although the immeasurable tribulation will destroy everything, in this era that will end everything, in the darkest hour, it will be

Generate some hope."

"Hope?" Wu Xiaode couldn't help but say.

The boy nodded:

"That hope is the fruit of destiny that all the laws finally come together and bear with all their might, and its appearance is very short, extremely difficult to capture."

"—for the devil will destroy it."

"If we don't grasp the fruit of this fate, we will still not be able to defeat the demon when all spirits come into the world in the future."

And in this day and age, all the mighty are dead."

"So you don't have anyone to guard the fruit?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Yes, someone has to come from the future to pursue the fruit of that fate—"

But the problem here is that if the demon robber finds out about this man, he will definitely kill him."

So we need someone who won't kill demons."

"That's me, a surrenderer."

Wu Xiaode was stunned when he heard it.

He couldn't help but feel a strong and irrepressible emotion rise in his heart.

He bowed to the young man seriously and asked solemnly:

"I...... How can I help you?"

The young man looked calm and said:

"After I die, this body will be left to you, because it has surrendered, and it is still useful, so the demon robber will not kill you."

"For all of us, you have to pursue the only fruit of hope, find a way to keep it, steal it, and bring it back to the future."

Then there is hope for the future."

Wu Xiaode couldn't help but ask:

But how do you know that there will be someone like me in the future, who will definitely come to this moment?"

The boy said word by word, "We don't know what the future holds, but we have hope—"

Hope is the final rule of all beings."

He picked up the wine cup and said calmly:

After I die, it will be the time of death."

"Someday in the future, if there is a very small probability that the interweaving of laws and the emergence of fate will make a sentient being awaken the rare power of death—"

"At that moment, there will be a Heroic Spirit who will grant my sword technique to that being."

"If he passes the trials and finally stands in front of the demon and does not die, he has the qualifications to come to see me at this important time that matters everything."

"When I saw this man, and when I saw his sword, I knew that hope was coming."

We've finally got someone like that."

After the young man finished speaking, he took a sip of the wine cup.

His aura suddenly became faint, and even gradually disappeared without a trace.

"Wait a minute, don't—" Wu Xiaode said quickly.

"Needless to say, life and death are small matters."

The boy smiled at him and whispered, "Next, it's up to you."

He took the unfinished glass of wine and slowly closed his eyes.

He's dead.

In an instant, Wu Xiaode disappeared from the same place.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The boy opened his eyes again.

At this moment, he mastered his body and became him.

A hint of sadness appeared on the young man's face.

He turned his head to see countless meteors rising into the sky outside.

These are the heroic spirits of humanity, crossing towards the world of the dead.

They are not resigned to the fate of destruction, and are heading to the spirit realm for a moment in the future to fight back.

Not even death can stop their will.

Stopped counting.

The boy gently plucked the orchid from his head and placed it on the table.

The unfinished cup moves flatly.

Spilled.

Before flowering.

The boy hung his head, clasped his hands together, and observed a moment of silence.

The moonlight shone through the window on his face, reflecting his long hair like snow.

Suddenly, there was a roar outside.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, pressed the knife, stood up, and whispered:

"The mud and bones under the spring are buried,"

I'm full of snow in the world."

He walked out the door.