"Wake up...... "Wake up ......"

In my sleep, a muffled voice seemed to be noisy.

Char turned over with all his might, felt the hard bed board under him, let out a long breath, lifted the broken blanket that was leaking everywhere on his body, and jumped off the ground barefoot.

It wasn't yet dark outside, but years of habit had made him wake up at this time of the morning.

This broken wood house is a little cold, Char wondered in his heart, should he take advantage of the recent warm weather, hurry up to fill the holes in the roof, and a few beams should also be repaired, so as not to snow heavily in winter, if this broken house can't support the collapse, then the father and son will really sleep in the snow.

I listened sideways, and in the back room, the old guy was still snoring and dancing like thunder. "This old drunkard sleeps soundly......

Char muttered, pushed the door and walked out of the house, scooped a bowl of water into the jar first, and rinsed it all with a grunt. , then picked up the pot and filled it with water and threw it on the stove.

There wasn't enough firewood, so Char took some rusty axes from the wall and went outside to chop a few pieces of firewood - the old guy said that he wanted to teach himself kung fu, but he taught and taught, and it was just such a few hands to chop wood, which day could he become a real master?

When I went back to the kitchen and threw the wood into the hearth, I saw the fork in the hearth. Char's heart moved, as if faintly, and a strange thought appeared in his heart, tempting him to reach for the fire fork.

This black and silent fire fork has already lost its true color in the charcoal fire for I don't know how many years, and when held in the hand, it feels cold and heavy to the touch.

Char held the fire fork in his hand, but a strange familiar feeling seemed to emerge in his heart, as if he ...... "himself."

This house, I have lived here for as long as I can remember, and the new voice of the old guy in the back room has not stopped, according to the practice of the past, this old guy probably will not get up until the sun reaches the top of his head.

In this room, everything is shabby, familiar, with leaky windows, leaky roofs, and leaky door panels. The pile of firewood outside the door, the burning black hearth, and the broken water..."

I have lived here for so many years, and I know everything well, and all I have to do every day is to chop wood and burn people...... "I can do it even with my eyes closed."

Today seems to be no different from the past.

But ...... "Why do you always feel that something is wrong in your heart?"

It seems that all this is a familiar scene, a familiar thing, but I did it one by one, and there was a strange strangeness in my heart.

Hell yes.

Faintly, there seems to be a voice desperately shouting in my heart, reminding myself: all this is wrong, all wrong!

But what was wrong with the end, Char couldn't think of anything.

Looking at the gradually burning fire, Char grabbed the fire fork and dug it out in the hearth, and suddenly, he smiled as if instinctively and subconsciously.

This fire is so red, and the color is very similar to the crimson murderous aura that I used to use a fire fork.

Crimson ......"??

Char was suddenly stunned, and his mind suddenly became a little confused.

Crimson murderous? What is that? Why is this name so familiar, and it jumped into his heart for some reason. But it's like something I've never known......"

Looking at the fire, watching the water in the pot gradually boiling, steaming and steaming, Char became more and more in a daze.

The days of seclusion in this valley are peaceful and peaceful. Probably, this is the happiest thing.

Live in this valley for the rest of your life, and ignore the wind and rain of the outside world, maybe

Perhaps...... "That's how people should live?"

On this day, it was business as usual.

At noon, the old man got up, drank as usual, and then got drunk, and went back to bed again, but the old man's cough seemed to be worse than the previous day. People are also getting more and more lazy, and they don't even say a word to Char.

Char went into the woods as usual, came back from hunting a few rabbits, made a meal, and went to chop some wood in the afternoon. When the sun was setting, I returned home.

After dark, he ate and drank enough, lay down on his hard bed, looked at the hole in the roof, and thought to himself that tomorrow he could not be lazy anymore, and he had to hurry up and repair this house.

In the midst of this reverie, sleepiness welled up, Char closed her eyes and began to sleep.

He seemed to have done some strange flamboyance.

In the dream, he seemed to have walked out of this small valley and walked out of time, and he dreamed that he had become a great general, riding a horse, and rushing to the battlefield with thousands of horses, but when he looked down, what he was holding in his hand was not a magical spear or sword, but the fire fork in his hearth.

After a while, the dream seemed to change to another scene, and he was with a beautiful and gentle woman, sitting with each other. It's just that in the dream, although the woman next to me is gentle and lovely, she can't see the other party's face clearly. It's just that this girl in the dream claims to be Adeline for a while, and then seems to have a different name, called Daphany or something.

Char was laughing in her heart.

It's a very ...... dream."

I got up early in the morning on the second day, and as usual, I chopped firewood, lived, dug out the stove, went out hunting, and then chopped firewood, and did the late ......"

Before going to bed, I looked at the hole in the roof and thought about repairing the house. Occasionally, there was the sound of the old guy coughing or cheating in the back room......"

The days are so peaceful, so day by day. In the calm, there is a helpless lifelessness.

The voice of struggle in his heart seemed to be getting more and more stupid, but every time Char himself would shake his head and smile bitterly.

As a little hunter in the mountains, he has no skills, where will he have any future?

Like in the dream, being a general and holding a beautiful woman ...... "Probably, it's just a dream."

It's like this, as if you're going to live like this all your life.

Although there is also an impulse in my heart, I want to get out of this valley, to see the time outside, to go to Wildfire Town, or to go further afield, to Odin in the far north, to Byzhanki in the south......"

However, every time these thoughts are born, they are immediately suppressed in the heart.

It doesn't matter what those do, it's good to be a little hunter and live in this big mountain. Isn't it?

On such days, it seemed that more than ten days had passed, and Char lay on the hard bed at night, holding his head and looking at the hole in the roof, thinking about repairing the house, and then gradually became distracted, reminiscing about the strange dream of the great general and the beautiful man that he had done every night in the past few days, and the time in a daze became longer and longer.

An inexplicable irritability in my heart seems to be becoming more and more difficult to suppress. "What the hell, why do you always have so many miscellaneous thoughts lately?" Char muttered, as if instinctively, and subconsciously blurted out: "Dora, do you think I'm crazy?"

When these words blurted out, Char was suddenly stunned.

Dora?

Who is Dora?

Why do you blurt out as if you're talking to someone?

He was so frightened by himself that he couldn't help but sit up.

Dora, Fire Fork, Crimson Murderous, General, Adeline, Daphany, what kind of mess......

Alas, I was a little sleepy, my mouth was a little dry, and I wanted to drink water.

"Someone, Todora, bring me a bottle of wine!"

These words almost blurted out again, but Char was suddenly startled, and his whole body suddenly shuddered!

Todora is a strange name?

I, what the hell is wrong with me?!

He jumped out of bed uneasily and stood barefoot on the ground, his eyes looking around.

The night in the valley was silent, except for the occasional sound of insects chirping in the grass. Raise your head, the moon is bright, and a full moon is on the head.

The abnormality in Char's heart gradually subsided.

Maybe it's really just because of the weird dreams I have these nights.

Well, it must be a dream.

It's a dream......"

He lowered his head, smiled to himself, looked at his own moonlit shadow on the ground, and was about to turn back to his room to sleep.

Suddenly, Char was suddenly startled in her heart, and suddenly remembered a strange thought.

"It seems to be ......" is not quite right in the ......!

Huo Ran raised his head, Char's eyes widened and he looked at the bright moon in the sky above his head, the moon was like a disk, and the moonlight was bright and clean......"

Bright Moon, Bright Moon ......"

This is the moon!

This moon is so weirdly round!

It's as if it's a full moon every night these days!

Where in the world is there such a strange thing! Where is the reason that every day is a full moon?!

Thinking of this, Char suddenly broke out in a cold sweat all over his body, listened attentively, and suddenly heard the familiar snoring of the old guy in the back room.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had not seen the old guy for many days, and he seemed to be in the back room every day, and I heard him get up, drink, and then sleep, snore, cough, and ...... "But I haven't seen him come out and show up!"

Wrong!

Wrong!!

Although everything is so familiar, living their own lives one by one, but, after all, something is wrong!

The full moon in the sky became more and more strange in Char's eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to take off the axe hanging on the wall, but for some reason, a strange thought flashed through his heart, and he turned to the hearth, pulled out the black fire fork, and clenched it tightly in his hand.

It seems that subconsciously this black fire fork can bring you a sense of security more than an axe.

Holding the fire fork and looking around, everything seemed to be still so calm and peaceful, but the sense of danger in my heart became stronger and stronger! "What the hell is going on?!What's going on?!"

Char started talking to himself, and soon his voice became louder and louder, and finally he raised his fire fork and pointed to the sky: "Where did this moon come from so round and so bright?!"

Suddenly, a strange thought seemed to come to me.

Everything around us, this house, this valley, this broken house, this pyre, this kitchen, this hearth, everything that was once familiar, suddenly became so strange!

In my mind, countless strange fragments flashed, as if they were all scenes from a dream.

Fire Fork, Crimson Murderous Aura, Battlefield, General, Adeline, Devine ......"

Suddenly, so many things suddenly stuffed into his mind, as if he was about to burst his head, Char's eyes widened, as if he wanted to find something, but what he was looking for, even he couldn't tell.

Finally, in the depths of my mind, suddenly there was a faint, vague voice, which seemed very unfamiliar, but it seemed unusually familiar. "Char, wake up, wake up, Char, wake up!!"

...... "Boom!!

In the depths of his mind, there seemed to be countless thunderous thunders, and Char's ears were dazzling, as if lightning bolts were tearing apart and tearing apart the hazy fog in his consciousness!

In the depths of my heart, all the uneasiness and all the confusion became clear and thorough little by little!

Finally, in front of me, this world, this valley, this house, this forest, this sky, everything seemed to suddenly turn into a huge whirlpool, and began to spin rapidly!

The world seems to be distorted, and all the familiar scenes instantly turn into shadows in the whirlpool, dissipating and invisible, and finally looking at it, I seem to be in a fog of nothingness, whether it is up and down, front and back, left and right, as if I can't see the edge and the end at a glance!

"I ......" ...... "What's going on?!"

Char shook his head with force, his head was so dizzy that he almost burst open.

Fortunately, the familiar voice in the back of his mind sounded again, and his tone was full of happiness and relief. "Thank goodness, you're finally awake! This spiritual magic is so powerful, I'm worried that you're really trapped inside, then we're all finished!!"

Char took a deep breath, Qingyu's consciousness finally returned to him a little, he frowned in a low voice, and said tentatively: "You ...... Dora?" "Nonsense, isn't it me or someone else?!" Dora's voice was a little anxious: "You, are you really awake?!"

Char smiled bitterly and took a few deep breaths: "Like, it seems to be awake" Hell, what happened to me before? As if I was dreaming, I ...... "I seem to have returned to my hometown in that valley, as if I have returned to the days of a few years ago...... "I ......"

"Shut up! I don't have time to discuss any of your dreams now!Char! We're in danger now!You, can you remember what happened?!"