Awakening my powers, I became the Demon Sword Girl

Mu Hongying opened her eyes and was surrounded by a desolate scene.

There were no collapsed high-rise buildings or residents fleeing in all directions. The surrounding environment was yellow sand with no visible boundaries.

It was difficult to tell the direction in the yellow sand all over the sky. There were little blood stains dripping on the khaki gravel. The moment they dripped, they were swallowed up by the yellow sand, leaving no trace.

Mu Hongying looked at the girl in her arms, her eyes were tightly closed, and her peaceful sleeping face appeared every morning in Mu Hongying's memory.

Such a scene would always make Mu Hongying think that she was in the early morning of a certain day, if one ignored the blood stains dripping from the other person's body and the desolate environment.

"Like this again?"

"How many times do you want to play the same scene?"

Mu Hongying gently put down Bai Li's blood-stained body, closed her eyes and spoke softly.

This was not the first time that she had entered such a dream. Whenever she fell into a dream during this period, the dream would follow.

It begins with the sky full of yellow sand and ends with the death of the white-haired girl.

Mu Hongying was like a programmed program, repeating the same actions countless times. Whenever she wanted to stop, the responsibility she shouldered would extinguish her thoughts.

Rather than witnessing it, she is now more like a bystander from a first-person perspective, watching the gun blade in her hand stab out without changing anything.

She knew that the person in the dream was no longer the playful Bai Li she had spent time with in the past, but the Demon Sword Girl who had fallen into chaos after her sanity had been eroded.

If he hadn't stopped her here, the city behind him would have turned into dust.

Fortunately, this is just a dream.

Behind Mu Hongying, the air fluctuated slightly, and an invisible figure appeared.

You can feel its existence, but you can't see its appearance clearly.

"You should have discovered it with your observation skills."

"Every dream has a different deviation."

The figure said softly.

The surrounding air gradually rippled slightly as it spoke, just like the air above the flames with twisted ripples.

"Why does the result always remain the same?"

"So many things have obviously changed, why is it still the same result in the end?"

Mu Hongying bit her lower lip and said feebly.

Her right hand kept clenching and unclenching, and the annoyance in her heart was evident.

Behind her, the voice said softly: "Actually, what you see is not the future of this world."

"What do you mean?"

Mu Hongying looked at the figure behind her with some confusion and said.

She knew that the other party had a lot of background and was probably a creature that existed in legends, but she did not know the actual details of the other party.

Mu Hongying's cooperation with the other party was just a gamble. After all, both parties had the same purpose.

Mu Hongying has always been vigilant and a little curious about this mysterious partner who cannot take action due to various reasons.

A beam of light emitting silver light rose from the ground, directly into the sky, and the scene just now disappeared, turning into an endless grassland.

The sky that was originally covered by yellow sand revealed its true appearance, which was a Milky Way composed of thousands of twinkling light points.

Silk threads composed of light points are dotted among them, forming various shapes.

"Every point of light here corresponds to a life."

"Their life trajectories were doomed from the beginning."

"That is the thread called fate. It hangs from the sky and connects everyone's brain. Everyone moves like a puppet on the strings according to the original trajectory."

"Life is one big puppet show."

"And the gorgeous stage woven by fate binds all life."

As its voice fell, the Milky Way in the sky began to flow slowly, spreading and flowing according to certain rules.

And above the Milky Way, Mu Hongying saw a huge palm.

It is slowly affecting the flowing Milky Way.

At that moment, Mu Hongying seemed to see the source of the threads falling from the sky, all held by the huge hand.

"That is the god who controls destiny and is also a prisoner of destiny."

The figure seemed to have anticipated Mu Hongying's doubts, so he explained it appropriately.

"You seem to feel sorry for Him?"

Mu Hongying could hear the regret in the other party's tone.

"When everything is a destined script, isn't it worth regretting?"

Mu Hongying smiled and said nothing.

The other party did not continue to dwell on this topic, but continued to talk about the original topic: "The birth of Demon Sword Girl is one of the variables in this world."

"After several generations of reincarnation, their power will reach its peak in this life, even rivaling that of the gods."

"They are the first challengers of 'Destiny'."

"But they failed."

"All the dreams you have experienced have actually happened in a certain future."

"She will die at your hands every time."

Following the other party's words, Mu Hongying's face gradually turned ugly.

She gritted her teeth, and then said in a dry voice: "You should want to say more than that, right?"

She raised her head, her eyes burning with fire, trying to see the essence of the figure clearly through the twisted air.

"You wouldn't come here specifically to undermine my self-confidence."

"Of course not!" The figure was a little surprised by Mu Hongying's reaction.

Normal people will feel a sense of powerlessness when hearing this.

Just thinking about the gods whose true identities cannot be seen clearly, and the fate that has no real entity at all, makes people despair.

It's just that neither despair nor powerlessness appeared in Mu Hongying. She had a very firm goal from beginning to end.

The surrounding scene changed again.

Flowers bloom and branches sprout.

Along with the sunshine and the fragrance of flowers broke into Mu Hongying's realization, there was also the bright smile of a certain Bai Mao.

The breeze blows and everything looks beautiful.

"The cold reality is too cruel, and the unchanging script is too boring."

"Everyone should retain the right to dream when facing cold reality."

The voice rang in Mu Hongying's ears.

She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the ray of breeze.

"who are you?"

She looked up and asked softly.

"Dreams are not illusory. When you continue to work towards it, it has the ability to rewrite reality."

"'Dream' - this is my authority, and now, I scatter it into reality!"

"..."

......

"elder sister?"

Bai Li looked at Mu Hongying who had just woken up and called him softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

she asked doubtfully.

"I had a dream, a beautiful dream!"

Mu Hongying stretched out her hand and pinched Bai Li's cheek.

"Oh? Who did you dream about? Smiling so happily?"

Bai Li stepped forward curiously and asked.

"I dreamed...you kissed me!"

Mu Hongying said with a smile.

A certain white-haired man with a gossipy face couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this sentence.

"Aren't you annoyed that it's so greasy so early in the morning?"

Bai Li said with a slight snort.

Mu Hongying didn't care at all about the other party's reaction, but said with a smile: "Then are you willing to make the dream become a reality?"

She pointed her finger at her lips, then looked at Bai Li with a smile and said.

"Virtue!"

Bai Li said disgusting words, but still leaned forward and pecked Mu Hongying gently on the face.

Mu Hongying felt the softness on her face and couldn't help but laugh.

She stretched out her hand and took a certain white hair into her arms.

Feeling the other person's warm breath, this real feeling is the dream she most desires to realize.