On the Mortal Path of the Protagonist

I had that dream again, and I don't remember how many times it was.

How to reason?

I walked among many houses with a group of people, the sky was very dark, it was that kind of light blue paint, which was painted on the whole world.

The earlier person who came next to him said something, moved happily, and seemed to be imitating.

He seemed to be holding something long in his hand, and then swung it forward.

I was taken aback by what I realized, and couldn't help but stroke the loose hair around my ear.

"The four of them got full marks in the assessment just because they were not afraid."

There was language in my ear again, I turned my head to look over, and saw her envious face, like a child who wanted to steal candy but didn't dare to act.

He smiled undeniably in his heart.

Walking through the long passage, I saw a large group of people rushing in the same direction, but I didn't ask, because the child took us in the same direction.

More and more people appeared around me, and I shrank myself a little uncomfortable, trying not to touch them.

Their collective blue clothes, collective short hair, collective smell of washing powder.

So what the hell is here and why am I here.

"Look, that's the boss."

There was a voice in my ear again, and I followed the instructions to look over.

In front of some small old houses, a group of people stood there, like a poached egg, with drums in the middle and back, thin sides and front, and three people arranged in a triangle at the yolk.

Then I opened my eyes wide.

"Make you cry!" The person standing in front took a sip of something, passed the bowl to the person next to him, and then suddenly picked up the long hammer in his hand and hit the woman in the remaining two corners.

"Hmm, hum, hum, hum" a muffled moan escaped from the mouth of the beaten woman.

"Cry, what's there to cry about?"

Another hammer.

I seemed to be frightened, the things in front of me kept going away, and then I only saw the face of the painful woman, with all the facial features wrinkled and ugly.

"Whoever of you can get in is the same as the four of them. There is absolutely no problem in the assessment." The man put down the long hammer, stepped on the chair and arched it, very leisurely.

What about the people around?eager to try.

I didn't dare to look at it anymore, and pulled the people around me to leave.

Fortunately, they were as anxious to escape as I was.

When I came around the corner, I saw a person imitating the action.

Without any tools, the exaggerated and god-like performance quickly attracted my little partner.

I had to stop and watch.

"Because of this, the four of them scored full marks in the assessment."

With similar words, I suddenly feel sick in my heart, what is there to envy, what is there to envy?

I walked a few steps forward alone, and walked aside to look at them.

"I thought it was funny, she later taught us Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, that's it."

Under the high stage, that person's exaggerated movements gradually attracted a large group of people, and she performed the so-called Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms over and over again.

I suddenly raised my head to look at the poached egg, and found that the angle was just right, and I could still see the wrinkled face whose facial features could not be seen clearly.

There was an inexplicable soreness in my eyes, I immediately turned my head, paused, and then continued to look at the person performing Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with them expressionlessly.

I woke up, cold all over.

I know it's a cold, nothing else.

Then let's go to prison, a person who is falsely imprisoned for the person he likes, let's struggle

Had a weird dream.

It should be like this.

I live in an old castle with the king.

I have an older sister, two older brothers and one younger brother.

There are always people who want to kill the king, and those people are monsters, all kinds of monsters.

On this day, my mother hugged her younger brother and said that there are two choices now, whether to start a new beginning or not, and eat a small cake after answering.

The younger brother pondered for a long time and said, if I choose no, there will be no cake!This time my choice will surprise you. I chose yes, and my brother took my mother's hand and kissed it. My mother was very happy to hear such an answer.

But at the previous moment, because of playing in the old castle, the brothers fought with the monster, the second brother died, and the monster hid in the attic. We couldn't go up, and it couldn't get down.

I looked for a sword in fear, but it was my father's soft sword, which was golden and shiny, and was long enough for me to intimidate the monster, and at the same time required me to constantly adjust.

I threw it up and retracted the foot that the monster was trying to get down. The elder brother was still blocking the elder sister's body, "Second brother, it's on top."

When I left, I said to my little brother: "Next time I must finish a long sword. It's hard." As I spoke, I fiddled with my father's limp sword, feeling angry again.

Where is the father, the king has just been assassinated, the father is with the king, he wants to escort, and has no time to come.

Where is the king?The king is very powerful and killed a monster with many guards, of course it can be omitted later.

At that time, I knew that there were monsters to be afraid of. I ran out, and my brother agreed. They said that they couldn’t leave to protect the people in the castle, so they were fighting and asked me to find someone, but I couldn’t find anyone?

There is also a monster taller than the door in that room in the old castle.Every time some short-circuited lights flashed and crackled.I don't know if this is a monster that just appeared, but I know that I have no way to deal with her, I can only take a detour.

I found my brother and took the soft sword, it was useless.

I forgot the rest and moved on.