His words made me confirm a certain guess: let's not matter which illusion this is, and how many demon contestants there are: don't go into the reason for the chaotic battle between the two warring parties, the identity of this man. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info his question, which seemed to give me some kind of signal—in this illusion, it seems that I really can do anything.

If it were the real world, if I couldn't, I might have sought countless money, profound knowledge, beautiful women who were pleasing to the eye, or supreme power. However, in this illusion, I clearly know that everything is virtual in the end, and it will come to naught. And this bubble is not some words with Zen machines, but a real bubble, which will burst at the touch of a button, and there is no possibility of repair.

After all, this so-called illusion is just a dream in the final analysis. It's a dream, and there will always be a time to wake up.

So, what would I do in a dream that is so clear and omnipotent? Should we use some of the most primitive impulses to satisfy a desire, or should we make the most desirable but unattainable things of reality a reality?

The question is, do I have any so-called things that I can ask for but can't get?

So, ignoring the slightly defensive surprise of the cross-dressed man. I just sat on the back of the horse blankly, looking at the rolling grass, and the illusion of a certain figure would suddenly appear, smiling slightly.

And then it won't be a country or a city, but it will make me fall in love at first sight.

When a shadow on the grassland slanted slightly, the smile still did not appear. So, I could only clean up the disappointment in my heart, and looked at the cross-dressed man and nodded, but did not explain anything.

But in the heart, there are already thoughts that move slightly, like commands and requests.

So after I nodded, the man didn't ask any more questions. Just rode forward in silence, as if to drown all the sadness and unhappiness in the sound of the horse's hooves.

"Who were the two sides of the battle just now?" Although I felt in my heart that this was just a certain picture simulated by the illusion, it didn't help much to break the game. Moreover, according to the characteristics of the first two illusions, it is very likely that this war is just an episode, that is, the so-called embellishment or soy sauce that has no impact on the overall situation.

And the reason why I have this question is purely because I am at a loss at the moment, and I subconsciously want to find some topics.

Sure enough, through the description of the cross-dressed man, I finally learned that this was just a normal struggle between two tribes on the grassland for water and land. It's just that by coincidence, we happened to come across.

Unfortunately, dozens of the man's horses turned into rivers of blood and were lifeless.

In some vague and illogical situation, I did not ask him what tribe he belonged to, where he was going at the moment, and he did not ask me where I came from or where I was going. Although the direction we are traveling in the west at this moment, the man's martial arts are strong and his hair is strong enough. But I am not a very famous monk on a white horse, and he is not some more famous monkey. Therefore, after all, I didn't have the opportunity to say a very vulgar sentence: The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and wanted to go west to get scriptures.

So we just rode forward in silence, he thought of him, I thought of mine. Eat when you're hungry and rest when you're tired. Then, as the sun was setting, it stopped outside a few yurts.

After receiving the grand hospitality and the "irrigation" of countless spirits, I finally said goodbye to the days of eating and sleeping in the open for a while. Although it was only two days and one night of sleeping, I was extremely tired. Exhaustion is not due to the wind, but to confusion.

If you know the road ahead, even if you are alone, as long as you move forward, there will be a way out; if the road ahead is foggy, if there are enough partners, courage can blow away the fog and see a sunny day. But at the moment I don't have either, so dazed, so lonely, so irritable.

What's more, in this vast grassland, there is no contestant for half a day, and there is no hint to break the game, and no one comes to me, how can I get out?

Is it possible to ride this white horse all the way to the west, and then save a monkey at the foot of a certain mountain, a certain Zhuangzi fools a pig demon, and enjoys a water monster in a certain river?

Get rid of, although I have a certain interest in westward travel. But I like to eat meat, I like women, and even if my hair is shaved, I can't pretend to be a monk.

If only Liu Tian were here at this moment. Once again unrealistic illusions, again without any response. Half-asleep and half-awake I began to hallucinate, since I can do anything, so let me break out of the game, okay?

The wind whistles, making something similar to a bad sound. I smiled bitterly and said slightly: Since you can't go out directly, then show me the way.

So a fad crossed and headed west.

Because of that omnipotence, the next day I was easily given several horses, as well as food and water. Although I really wanted to exchange the silver taels for what I needed like Qing Wan, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't conjure anything in the end. Therefore, there is no way to give the silver taels after all.

But before parting, I reminded the cross-dressing man that there might be a herd of untamed and unowned horses somewhere, and that he could go and see them if he was interested.

And then he left, and until he left, I didn't know his name.

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"Red dust is rolling, infatuation is deep..."

I don't know if it was because of the man's influence, but on the way west, I couldn't help but sing. The singing is not loud, and even becomes a little difficult and soft because of the speed of the horse and the sound of the wind. But suddenly, a voice sounded, interrupting my singing completely.

"It's ugly!"

The voice was faint but clear, overpowering the wind and my singing. It cut off my singing and slowed the horse down, eventually stopping.

Yet I looked around, and there was no living thing but a vast expanse.

"Don't look, I'm in the dirt. ”

I was stunned when the voice sounded again. What does it mean to be in the soil, is it dead or how to drop?

Fortunately, I have never really been afraid of the illusion, and even more so at the moment I really seem to be a little omnipotent. Well, I can't conjure up the real thing, but at least I can think of something.

So in this blue sky and daylight, I won't be idle to think about messy things to scare myself.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai if he can show up, the little brother has good wine and meat, if Brother Tai doesn't dislike it, can we have a drink together?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't like it, but I can't drink it, unless you're willing to bend down and feed it. Besides, I'm right in front of you, don't look around. The voice rang out again.

When my eyes fell on a black block protruding in front of me, I finally understood what he meant by being in the dirt. I don't know who this guy offended, and he was buried alive in the soil.

To be exact, except for one head, everything else was buried in the ground.

However, what surprised me was not his state at the moment, but the sentence that followed.

"It's been five hundred years, and I've finally seen a living person, although the singing is really a little ugly. ”