He, here he walks, walks, walks barefoot.

However, the ground is uneven, as if walking on a white sand beach, and the white skin is intertwined into the ground.

He looked at Qing Wei, smiled lowly, and shook the lamp in his hand, and the jade tassel tied under the glazed moon lampshade shook with it, making a crisp sound.

He asked, "Figured it out?" ”

Qing Wei shook his head.

I don't understand what this person is talking about.

Moreover, she thought he was so strange.

There was plenty of light here, and he could see everything clearly, but he was carrying a lamp and walking around here.

Isn't this a fool?

Moreover, why does this glass lamp look so familiar?

The man probably guessed what Qing Wei was thinking, he approached her, gently put his hand on his, and pulled her hand to squeeze the lamp stick.

Say, "Take it." ”

Qing Wei was puzzled and wanted to retreat, but the man just stood in front of her, not smiling or angry.

"Take it."

"Why?"

The man smiled, forced the lamp pole into Qing Wei's hand, and said with a low smile: "Their sky is already dark." There has to be a little light. And to save or not to save, it's all up to you. ”

- Is it already dark for them?

Who are they referring to?

What does it mean to save?

The man continued to smile, the smile on his face incomprehensible.

"When it gets dark, no one escapes God's judgment."

- God's ruling?

Qing Wei felt even more inexplicable when he heard it, as if he was suppressed by something. She struggled to give the lamp back to him, but it was as if a cliff had suddenly broken between them. He was getting smaller and smaller, farther and farther away from her.

But the smile on his face is still very good.

Like a statue of a god.

This idol ...... She didn't seem to remember much. But such beautiful toes are a bit impressive.

No, how could she remember something as strange as a toe.

The more I think about it, the more headache I get.

In the midst of the headache, I vaguely remembered that near the statue of the sculpture god, there was a fruit tree, which was full of many, many, big and large fruits.

Beside her, there was a purple ......

Purple ......

Can't remember.

……

When Qing Wei came back to his senses, the man in front of him was gone.

"Boom, Lah—"

"Boom, Lah—"

The jade tassels on the night light were still colliding and making a small cracking sound, like a roar, like remorse.

The lamp pole had been forced into the hand of the strange man, and she froze in place, stretching out her hand to test the fire of the lamp, but found that the closer it was, the colder it became.

She reached out and covered the wick with all the fire.

There are no gaps left at all.

At this moment, as if a nightingale's voice was singing in a low voice, she looked into the sky and found that the 'canopy' around her was falling off one by one.

The clean and transparent white gradually turned into a pale scroll, rendered by a drop of ink.

Soon, the ink smudged,

A little bit, a clump,

Connect into a line and converge into a surface.

The whole 'sky' was dark......

……

……

When I woke up again, it was already bright.

Qing Wei turned over and found himself sleeping on a tree.

And when he woke up, he kept a lantern posture with both hands, which was really weird.

When people encounter something upset, they always think of something they don't like, she guesses.

Thinking about last night's events again, the whole person felt annoyed.

She sighed, irritable and cold in the bottom of her heart.

Today was the third round, the final battle and competition, and she didn't have the heart to think about what the dream of the night meant.

I always feel that something is related to her, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.