Chapter 1454 (2/2)

It can be called the Xinghe river. It can inhabit all kinds of people in the sky, which is bigger than the seven kingdoms.

”It's called... Eternal night.”

Hearing the name, Xu Yangyi tried his best to raise his head. For the first time, his eyes filled with fear. However, the next second, Guanghua Wandao, his body has completely disappeared.

The divine consciousness seems to have entered the counter current of time, and his body can't move at all. In the deeper and deeper darkness, he can't wait to look up to heaven and scold.

Meet the real Javert, just know what is awe. There is no such thing as the tower of Babel, the world war, or the tiragandis. However, the name of eternal night even awes him more than the emperor wa!

He once took a name for himself. A name that can't be forgotten. It's the only nightmare in his cultivation career!

”One! The moment! Prisoner He gritted his teeth and growled out: ”how can... It's this thing!”

This is... The divine forbidden art of sealing the first pillar of desire in the empty pyramid!

Then his divine consciousness fell into darkness.

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Sweet sleep.

Xu Yangyi felt that he had not experienced this kind of sleep for a long time. Since his practice, everyone has been treading on thin ice. This kind of sleep has passed in his memory for a long time.

Three hundred years? Or 400 years? Or even longer, he can't remember the last time he fell asleep. When meditation replaced sleep, he was used to it.

Then, the consciousness of ”he” began to dissipate.

”Oh...” he opened his eyes abruptly.

Hand gently grasp the quilt, involuntarily twist, chest sharp ups and downs, Pokemon's pajamas shrouded in a small body, but highlights a strange sprouting point.

It's like having a long dream, dreaming of too many strange scenes. This dream is so real, as if stepping into the reincarnation of history. At that moment, he didn't even know whether it was Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies or Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies.

”This is...” then, his eyes flashed and looked around in amazement.

Familiar with the bed, on the opposite wooden table is a desktop computer, next to a pile of books, full of labels, a few meters apart, his eyes swept, see very clearly, above is ”slam dunk master”, ”pop man king” and other comics.

He looked around in a daze. There were all kinds of pictures on the wall and posters of game cartoons. On the windowsill outside, there were a lot of green plants. The sound of traffic kept coming into his ears. Then he fixed his eyes on the mirror.

”Me?” In his mind, he frowned, put his hand on the mirror and touched his reflection.

This is a lovely child.

Watermelon head, snow-white skin, two big eyes like a black gem, at most one meter high, face with a kind of baby fat. Is blinking at another self.

But the more he looked, the more unreal he felt like looking at another person through a mirror.

It's like there's a breakdown in thinking.

He did not speak, frowned and touched the mirror inch by inch. At this moment, a wave of water suddenly appeared in the mirror, and a completely unknown figure appeared.

The first reaction was exclamation, but before he opened his mouth, a more familiar atmosphere enveloped him.

The man in the mirror is dressed in a black ancient robe, his hair is simply tied together, much higher than him, and his eyebrows and eyes are almost carved out of the same mold. However, the other side's eyes are filled with a look of fear.

Ice cold, wild, killing... He can't understand why he can read so many expressions from a person's eyes. At this moment, the figure glanced at him faintly and disappeared into the mirror.

”What the hell am I doing?” He patted his chest and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with lingering fear: ”still an illusion?”

A feeling of forgetting something is fading away, as if the soul is completely integrated into the body. And... He always feels that his way of thinking and speaking are not like a child at all. Instead, he is like an old monster with degraded intelligence?

”Ouch, dear.” Before I finished thinking about it, the door was opened. A middle-aged woman in her thirties was very well maintained. Her hair was cut and ironed in fashion, and she was wearing expensive clothes. She was startled when she came in. She ran to him, grabbed the clothes and put them on him.”How many times! You have to get dressed before you get up, or you may catch a cold. ” The woman's face was anxious, and she didn't want to pretend at all - although he didn't know why he decided whether the other person was sincere at the first time. However, in front of this woman, he was not at all wary.

Eager with care, he felt that the clothes on his body were warm. Looking at the busy figure of the woman squatting in front of him, his tears flowed out quietly.

”I'm still a good boy in my family. Look at Auntie Wang's Xiao Nan. She's seven years old and can't get up even if she falls down and cries.” The woman looked proud, just raised her head, but was stunned.

In front of the child like a little jade man, a tear on his face, so looking at himself, let his heart pull up