Yu Xingyang said: "Of course I will return to the border battlefield and join the Cang Ming army!"
Ding Meng immediately became more vigilant: "The two countries are at war, why should we join forces with the Cang Ming Kingdom?"
Yu Xingyang said proudly: "Of course I want to conquer the world, unify the five countries, and conquer a huge country!"
Ding Meng said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yu, I remember you are not such a person."
Yu Xingyang said: "I am carrying out the will of the Holy Spirit."
Ding Meng said coldly: "The holy tree protects the people of the world and will never start a war to bring disaster. This is not the will of the Holy Spirit."
The smile on Yu Xingyang's face disappeared: "Are you unwilling to leave with us?"
Ding Meng said angrily: "You are definitely not the real Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu."
Yu Xingyang replied coldly: "Since you refuse to leave, there is no need to keep you."
After saying that, he turned to signal Long Yao, who immediately pulled out her sharp Lingxian sword. As soon as the sword came out, even the four fields were lit up with the stunning brilliance.
Ding Meng suddenly felt a splitting headache again and couldn't muster the strength to resist.
"Shua————"
The light of the curved sword was twisted and twisted before his eyes, and even his face could feel the icy cold aura.
Ding Meng fell down. He only felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He knew that the knife pierced his heart. The pain seemed not to be pain, but a kind of relief.
This feeling was like a person who had worked hard for many years, suddenly shed his shackles and shackles, and gained the greatest degree of liberation. Ding Meng even had the urge to cover his head and take a deep sleep.
At this time, the vision returned to normal, and there were ripples jumping around in front of him again. This was indeed an illusion created by Shenguang Technology, but this illusion was too real, more real than the time on Colorful Star, because he felt
Yu Xingyang, that is the real Yu Xingyang, his figure, appearance, clothes and even his breath are exactly the same.
Ding Meng felt weak and weak all over his body again. This was not a problem of origin, but a kind of emotional depression. As for the reason, he could not explain it. He had never felt so tired, a kind of tiredness from the heart, as if
Tired of everything.
He thought of his hometown, a village with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a long river, green lawns, joyful and free running, and a golden childhood. Unfortunately, all of this was ruined by a sudden disaster...
Suddenly, there was another sharp stabbing pain in his brain, and the scene around him began to change again. He took a closer look, and this time he was back in the president's office of the Shenghao branch of Blue Pole Star City.
The crystal glass no longer emits a blue shimmer, but a pink color, and the office is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"You're finally back!" Lan Bing's voice sounded from the executive desk.
This time Ding Meng knew what was going on in this illusion.
However, no matter how mentally prepared he was, he could not resist the scene in front of him, because Lan Bing was wearing a three-point swimsuit with a layer of gauze, and his jade-like skin and slender figure were clearly visible to him.
.
"Do you miss me?" Lan Bing immediately hooked his neck as soon as he came up.
Ding Meng did not move. It was exactly the same as the previous illusion. Blue Ice was real blue ice. Even if it was an illusion, it was no different from the real person. Ding Meng could smell the fresh and natural sweet scent on her body.
Lan Bing showed a charming smile: "Do you feel a headache?"
"How do you know?" Ding Meng replied calmly.
Lan Bing's breath almost hit his face: "Because you only miss me, so you have a headache!"
Ding Meng said coldly: "What if it's not?"
Lan Bing suddenly put her face against his chin, opened her lips and gently bit his earlobe, her voice was very intoxicating: "It must be, because I know that you have been thinking about me. Only in this way will you not have a headache."
…”
Ding Meng's whole body seemed to be numb, and Lan Bingxiang's soft tongue seemed to be licking his neck. No one could withstand this kind of stimulation.
Another gust of fragrant wind came, and Ding Meng found that his mouth was blocked by another pair of soft lips. He lowered his head and saw that this person turned out to be Dai Yi. Dai Yi was almost entirely wearing only underwear, and he was like a snake.
Wandering on the chest.
Ding Meng still had some sense left: "Miss Dai?"
Dai Yi's breathing was rapid, and his voice whispered in his ear: "Husband, you have worked hard. Just hope you come back safely. Let us serve you together and let you fully experience the happiness of a man."
This time, Ding Meng's breathing became rapid. To be honest, this situation of two women serving one man together was the dream of countless men. Now that two women were roaming all over his body with their mouths, Ding Meng was on the verge of collapse.
The last trace of reason seems to be being swallowed up by the fire of desire, but it is also this last trace of reason that reminds him: No! This is an illusion!
But why is this illusion so real and intoxicating? It is a gentle place, and you will never want to wake up if you are addicted to it.
In an instant, Ding Meng suddenly realized. Wasn't it the same in the colorful system? The reason why the illusion was caused was because of his own inner demons. This time, the inner demons were completely magnified to the limit, and the most obscure things in your heart were brought to you.
Everything was exposed.
This kind of illusion will never stop. Once this scene passes, the next scene will jump out, endless and endless. This is the real thing that makes you never wake up.
Ding Meng ignored the danger of the situation and forcibly moved the third origin point, using all his strength to kick the two women away with two kicks.
"Shua————"
All the illusions disappeared, and the picture in front of me returned to the strange ripples, but the stinging pain in my brain was still intensifying. Now it was no longer painful, but extremely weak, and my emotions were depressed to the freezing point.
It seemed as if there was a voice telling him: Give up! Let go and give up all this! Go back and have a good sleep! Everything will be fine!
"Never..." Ding Meng roared angrily. Regardless of whether this was an illusion or a demon, he had been resisting, insisting, and fighting unfairness all his life. No matter what oppression he faced, he would never
compromise.
After forcibly cheering up, Ding Meng sat down cross-legged again. He knew how to deal with such negative emotions. He entered the primary consciousness space. The shadow was sitting on the reef, staring at the vast sea. Ding Meng's mind seemed to be also
Following the time travel, this is a memory that he rarely touches, but he is trying to remember it...
…
Time has returned to that winter, and the severe cold has not ended. The snow and wind in the sky are just like this weird illusion, mercilessly eating away at your willpower.
Sometimes hunger and cold are like an invisible poison, making people's hands and feet gradually numb, their vision gradually blurred, and their consciousness gradually blanked. Ding Meng limped alone in the snow-covered countryside. He had been dripping rice for three days.
Before entering, he was really thirsty and went to eat the ice and snow on the ground, but the ice and snow fell into his stomach, and his whole body felt colder. There was a voice that seemed to tell him: Give up! Fall on the ground and have a good sleep!
He knew that he must not fall down at this time. If he fell down, he would never get up. However, his empty steps were no longer enough to support him in walking. Suddenly, he stepped on something and his feet slipped.
The child rolled into a deep ditch nearby.
However, when he woke up, he found that he was not dead. He seemed to be in a shanty. The shanty was very simple and made of rough stones. There were some dry straw inside, and he lay on the pile of straw.
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A man walked in from the door. He was about the same age as him. He was dressed in ragged clothes and covered in dirt. He was obviously a refugee, but he always had a friendly and gentle smile on his face: "You're awake!"
Ding Meng didn't get up because he couldn't get up at all, he was too weak.
The boy brought a bowl of hot soup over: "Drink something!"
Ding Meng was not polite. He didn't care that the soup was hot or light, so he swallowed it as soon as he raised his neck.
After drinking the hot soup, his whole body felt a little better. Ding Meng asked curiously: "Did you save me?"
The boy smiled and shook his head: "No, Uncle Niu picked you up."
Ding Meng was even more curious: "Who is Uncle Niu?"
The boy said: "He is next door, but you'd better not disturb him. He has a bad temper."
Ding Meng thought for a while and then said: "What is your name, please?"
The boy laughed again: "My name is - Zheng Ming!"
"Thank you, Brother Zheng Ming!" Ding Meng raised his head and said seriously.
"You're welcome!" Zheng Ming waved his hand, "Why are you so seriously injured?"
Ding Meng remained silent and said: "I stole a small bag of noodles from a wealthy family and was stabbed twice!"
Zheng Ming also fell silent. They were all children who were struggling to survive. Stealing something like this was commonplace. But after stealing noodles, he was stabbed twice in the stomach and still survived. This was already a miracle.
"Take good care of yourself!" Zheng Ming comforted him, "Don't worry when you come here, there are star weaving grasses here."
Ding Meng immediately lowered his head and noticed that although Zheng Ming's clothes were in tatters, he was wearing a pair of animal skin gloves with blood stains on his hands.
"Are you picking grass with your bare hands?" Ding Meng said hesitantly.
Starweed is difficult to uproot. If you really want to pick it with bare hands, you must wrap your palms with bark and animal skin, but even so, injuries are inevitable.
Zheng Ming smiled: "I rely on my own labor to make a living. Isn't that shameful?"
Ding Meng suddenly took out the dark golden claw knife from his old pocket: "Take this and use it!"
Zheng Ming did not refuse. He looked at the knife carefully: "You are like this, but this knife is well preserved."
Ding Meng smiled: "This is not an ordinary knife, it is a heroic knife that has been passed down for many generations. It was given to me by the previous eldest brother. He said that this knife should be reserved for those who really need it.
People, I think you need it now, go and use it!"
Zheng Ming carefully put away the knife: "Thank you, don't worry, I will use it properly!"
