Chapter 1976: There are two young magicians in the dream
----------------------------------Magic Chronicle, Wuge's extra story---------
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I always have such a dream from time to time.
In the dream, there were two young magicians.
He is wearing a magic silver robe, with long silver hair flying in the wind, and a beautiful bat.
He has a pair of purple eyes, and his short, shoulder-colored hair exudes a cold aura.
They faced each other intently, revealing their tense and hostile relationship.
The silver-robed magical boy said that he had a magical weapon that could turn the ugliest things in the world into beautiful things.
The purple-eyed magic boy said that he also possesses a powerful magic weapon, which can knock back all the most beautiful decorations and reveal their true colors.
I can't always see the faces of these two magical boys, but their backs become clear again and again in my dreams. I remember his long silver hair flying around, and his ancestral line hanging down his shoulders.
The war and rivalry between them seemed to stem from a curse that pitted them against each other!
That curse bothered me and became the biggest mystery in my dreams.
However, the opportunity to solve the puzzle suddenly started its mysterious gear one day two months ago.
I remember that morning two months ago, the sun was shining brightly, the flowers were fragrant, and the warm breeze was blowing on my face, indicating a beautiful weather. That day I started my day as usual.
"Jingsha, the cereal is ready, and there is breakfast. You have to eat before going out..." My gentle and diligent mother shouted to me. She prepares a loving breakfast for me every day.
I, Bai Jingsha, was born in a simple single-parent family. I am a posthumous child. My father left me very early.
Regarding my father's death, my mother didn't say much. Maybe it was because I didn't have a father. My mother was very good to me and always wanted to give me double love so that I wouldn't feel miserable than other children.
She makes me different breakfasts every day, some are exquisite, and some are simple but suit my taste.
I like the breakfast she made very much, tasting the fragrant taste, it seems to be the most wonderful communication between mother and daughter.
"Mom!" I went downstairs, rubbing my eyes... Today seems to be Sunday, so I don't have to go to school.