On the covered bridge, Lin Huang's face was dripping with sweat. He was breathing heavily with palpitations. He didn't even notice how he escaped from Fatty Bai's fantasy world.
Maybe he was thinking of Jun Qingcheng.
Or maybe it was the Heavenly Shura inside him that roared out.
In short, Lin Huang felt like he was surviving a disaster...
Unexpectedly, the ideal in Bai Xiaopang's heart was so grand. It was so big that Lin Huang stood on the covered bridge and slashed at the ghosts around Bai Xiaopang with one knife!
Beauty is a disaster.
Monsters are even more of a disaster...
Although the realm of those ghosts and ghosts is not low, they are facing Lin Huang after all. And they are better at exuding a stinky smell, so they are no match for Lin Huang.
With a few clang sounds, all the ghosts and ghosts around Little Fatty Bai were completely killed.
But Bai Xiaopang was still addicted to it, and seemed to be still enjoying the infinitely wonderful and inextricable joy of life.
Lin Huang had no choice but to enter Xiaopang Bai's consciousness space again. He looked at Xiaopang Bai lying leisurely on the hot spring. Although there was no woman around him, the latter had his eyes closed and a lustful smile on his face.
It looks... very standard!
It seems that he is still lingering in the gentle land just now.
Lin Huang looked at Little Fatty Bai in the hot spring, his brows slightly raised. As he waved his arms, his energy flowed, as if he were arranging an illusion, causing dozens of figures to appear in the hot spring.
Dozens of burly men!!
Lin Huang then exited Bai Xiaopang's fantasy space and walked leisurely to the other end of the covered bridge, no longer paying attention to Bai Xiaopang behind him.
"I'll fuck you, grandma...help..."
After just a few breaths, Little Fatty Bai woke up in horror under the covered bridge. He was covered in cold sweat and felt that there were thieves around him who wanted to take off his precious virginity.
Lin Huang listened to the movement behind him and smiled slightly. Then he fell into deep thought, looking at the paradise around him, his mind became increasingly heavy.
Even though I broke the illusion, everything around me was still too beautiful!
It’s not like Yin Yang Valley.
Could it be that the rumors are all false and that the so-called dangerous places are not all so unpleasant?
Walking all the way to the end of the covered bridge, Lin Huang didn't think of the reason. He could only be wary and didn't dare to underestimate this beautiful paradise.
As soon as he walked out of the corridor bridge, Lin Huang stopped again. Looking at the trembling woman in front of him, his brows suddenly knitted together.
The woman is Lin Cangxue.
Lin Huang stepped forward quickly, and saw Lin Cangxue's face was sad, her eyes were filled with tears, and the strong-looking woman looked like pear blossoms with rain at this moment, which made Lin Huang's heart feel sour and painful.
No matter how strong you are, you are still a girl!
If it hadn't been for the three years since she fell from the altar, Lin Cangxue would not have wrapped herself up layer by layer when facing others, as cold as ice.
The girl here didn't know what she saw in the illusion. This made the latter's mood change drastically, like a weak and helpless kitten.
Lin Huang stepped forward and grabbed Lin Cangxue, only to feel that the latter's hand was surprisingly cold, so cold that it bit the bones.
"Mother..."
Lin Cangxue, who was trapped in the illusion, suddenly spoke. The tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, and they burst out.
The expression on Lin Huang's face froze, and his body froze on the spot, as if frozen.
"Mother... dear..."
Lin Huang repeated these two words, feeling extremely strange.
And extremely familiar.
Then there was a sudden sting in her heart. With Lin Cangxue's strong character, how could she be trapped in an ordinary illusion? It was a feeling that the only woman had never spoken out.
A pair of siblings, even though they sometimes have great glory in front of others, but when they are only seven or eight years old, they are scolded by others as wild children. They have a father and not a mother. They are full of grievances and can only stay in bed in the middle of the night.
Under the quilt, I cried secretly.
A place with a mother is called home!
Looking at the girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of her, Lin Huang sighed lonelyly...
At least, deep in Lin Cangxue's mind, there is still her mother's figure and memory, which can appear in her fantasy. But she has never had even a little memory.
Outside the covered bridge, Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed. After a moment of hesitation, his consciousness slipped into Lin Cangxue's fantasy world.
He wanted to take a look.
Why did that woman give birth to herself and then abandon her siblings?
Why is it that no one responds when I want to call my mother?
He also wanted to see if that woman's appearance was really as beautiful as a fairy as Lin Changtian said?
It should be very beautiful!
…
Entering Lin Cangxue's fantasy world actually only happened in a moment, but Lin Huang felt that he had experienced a long spring, summer, autumn and winter, more than ten years.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a small mountain village.
Loess path.
Small bridge.
Running water.
willow.
A small courtyard built with fences.
cottage.
A small mountain village is just a small mountain village, full of earthy atmosphere, thick and simple. It does not have the prosperity and weight of a beautiful city, nor the fairyland and mist surrounded by clouds and mountains.
Very simple.
Very real.
It was also very peaceful, so peaceful that my troubled mind in the forest suddenly calmed down, like a stream under a small bridge, gurgling, gentle but not noisy, crystal clear to the bottom.
After the small bridge and flowing water, there is a thatched hut.
Outside the hut, there are three or two willows, full of vitality and lush green.
Lin Cangxue stood outside the bamboo fence of the thatched house, reaching out and pushing open the door made of branches, with a stunned expression...
Lin Huang's calm heart suddenly became heavy again.
Looking up at the courtyard and thatched hut, it felt like roots were growing on the soles of my feet, making it difficult to move. I had never felt so upset as I did today.
Like a mess.
Take a deep breath...
Lin Huang finally plucked up the courage, approached Lin Cangxue, stood side by side, and looked at the courtyard.
The courtyard is very small.
It can be said to be a sweeping view.
An irregular gravel slab paved a path leading directly to the hut.
On the left side of the stone path is a vegetable garden. The vegetables in it are a bit like eggplants beaten by frost, listless and a little brown.
At first glance, it seems that he is not well developed.
People who want to grow vegetables are very bad at it.
However, what is gratifying is that the vegetable garden is extremely clean, without a trace of weeds. Even the soil in the vegetable garden gives people a "tidy" feeling of being carefully taken care of.
On the right side of the gravel path, there is a circle of land where two very special pheasants are raised.
The feathers of the pheasant are extremely gorgeous.
It looks a bit more noble than a peacock with its tail spread wide.
However, no matter how noble a pheasant is, if it is reduced to such a courtyard, it can only be covered with dirt, and its gray head and face look worse than a pheasant.
The pheasants were clucking in the yard, as if they were hungry.
In the thatched hut, there was the sound of pots and pans clanking, and when Lin Huang heard the sound, he was afraid that the hut would be on fire in the next moment.
A simple to rustic yard.
A family in the mountains.
What you see in front of you is nothing more than this.
However, what Lin Cangxue saw was different from what Lin Huang saw. The latter was seen staring at a certain place in the yard, with a dazed look on his face, and two lines of clear tears quietly sliding down his cheeks.
Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked around, and the picture changed accordingly.