Dark Blood Age

Chu Yunsheng rarely dreams, and is afraid of dreaming, because after the great darkness, his dreams are always nightmares.

Because of the scarcity of dreams, every time he remembers the nightmares in his dreams clearly.

I don't know if it's because he was inspired by the conversation with Vincent at noon, but tonight, he had another dream.

The contents of the dream were flimsy, absurd, colorful, and unpredictable. For a while, I felt like I was still in the node circle. It was a clean circle. For a while, I felt like I was back in the sunshine era, and nothing had happened, like the seventh century.

He couldn't figure out which one it was, and it was all confusing.

The beginning of the dream was not precise, very vague, but soon he seemed to see Vincent, himself a small employee of the company who was already somewhat unrecognizable, sat behind the crowd in the big conference room, pretended to hold the book and pen, listened to Vincent and several leaders saying things he was familiar with but was already strange, didn't know where to say, shook kung fu, talked about his head, and didn't know what to do, Vincent was there to criticize him, next to Zhao Manager Zhao with his so-so eyes, from time to time, he dared not to speak for him, just wanted to hurry over, so that the leaders didn't feel they could hear criticism, lost their job or anything.

Then he suddenly remembered that he was no longer a former employee, why should he listen to their training here? The opposite is not true.

Just as he was about to roll his sleeve, the meeting was over. He left work so vaguely, carrying his bag, squeezing the subway, walking with the crowd so vaguely, walking along, thinking, who are you? Why can't I remember?

He felt tragically that he should have been very powerful, powerful shocked the world, also killed a lot of people, his hands and feet were full of blood, all around him were twisted faces, human bones and corpses, and his ears were full of terrible screams of life, like infiltration in hell.

The bloody cold wind kept shaking his body, screaming constantly into his head, wrapped around him, fluttering like a shadow, can't even wave.

His head started to ache, like there was a blender in there constantly roaring, crushing, stirring, he was more and more eager to know who he was!?

He tried to think and wandered the streets aimlessly, watching people of all shapes passing by him in a hurry, looking at a strange face, speculating that the story behind these strangers who intersect with him instantly and for the rest of his life, a strange story and life that he could not see and never know, were all intersecting, and there were many more who he never even knew existed, who lived in the same sky as him, and who likewise interpreted the life he didn't know, so the whole world changed wonderfully.

The sky gradually darkened and looked up at the dark-curtained dome. He seemed to find some parts of himself that he had lost. He remembered something that belonged to him. Every time he remembered something, the bloody smell in his nostrils diminished by a point, and the ghost wolf howling in his ears diminished by a point, and his eyes cooled by a few points.

He wandered a long time, walked a long time, felt tired, tired, wanted to go home, and he got a phone call ——

“I bought your favorite dish at the supermarket and a bottle of wine... come back early at night...”

The voice on the phone was familiar, as if it had never changed in his memory, or as warm, as happy.

But he could tell that the voice was still a little different from the past and seemed to be mixed with a complex emotion that was both exciting and worrying.

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say something was wrong there, and his heart was terrified. It seemed that after this sentence, the person on the other end of the phone would never see him again, forever and forever lose this...

He went mad as fast as he could in the direction of the memory supermarket, and he wanted to stop the fear in his heart from having a bad premonition, even if it cost him his life.

He ran away from his shoes, he ran away from his clothes, he ran all over his head, his memories seemed like a tide, he swept over from both sides of his eyes, all kinds of faces, there were cold smiles, there were crying, there were shouting, there was silence, he looked at him, he stared at him, he wanted to hold him, he dragged him.

More and more things are remembered, his footsteps are faster and faster. He seems to have known that as long as he is a little slower, he will never see the person on the other side of the phone again. Since then, Yin and Yang are separated and will never see each other again.

He loved that man too deeply.

Finally, the supermarket arrived, and the man had just pushed out of the door, wearing a pale pink white dress, like a just blooming cherry blossom, smiling and looking at him with some surprise.

But didn't speak.

He rushed up, hugged the master of the dress tightly, afraid that she would suddenly disappear, held tight, buried his head between her hair, smelled familiar, tears streamed down, dull and trembling calling ——

“Glass, is that you? ”

……

Fast boat lounge.

Asher had come to Chu Yunsheng's bed nervously, her heart was disturbed to the extreme, but suddenly she was held dead by Chu Yunsheng. In shock, she dared not struggle, leaving Chu Yunsheng's hands to hold herself in her arms naked and smooth.

But she immediately became frank. She thought Chu Yunsheng was awake, otherwise she would not take the initiative to hug her, so Wang actually wanted her. Then she had no reason to hesitate, but to obey.

Admittedly, she does have a serious cleanliness habit and hates anything in that regard, but at least she is the first woman since Wang “woke up” and is much cleaner, so she always has reason to persuade herself.

She was chosen as the king's sacrifice by birth, the king's woman, and naturally she did what she had to do in the end.

Just as she thought about it, she suddenly felt her shoulders slightly cool, like water dropping on her skin.

She turned back and found it to be tears, the king's.

Asher stood still, not knowing what was going on, overwhelmed, but she heard the king shouting a name, glass, with a nearly trembling voice.

“Glass, is that you? ”

Asher did not understand this obstinate Oriental language, but when Wang held her body tightly, trembled slightly all over her body, and repeated it from the bottom of her heart with deep emotion and extreme sadness, she understood.

Wang was shouting a woman's name, a name that was enough to break Wang's heart.

Asher trembled in her heart and could not imagine that she would not normally like to laugh but was not very strict but absolutely kill the fierce King of the Undead, revealing such a tender and fragile side for a woman's name.

Looking at Wang's deep-seated face, listening to Wang Jianlung's cry, feeling the king's arms holding himself tightly in fear of flying the general powerful power, she could not imagine what kind of woman could make the immortal king of the blood sweep so sad and intense thinking!

Ashley even felt a little jealous that one woman was born jealous of another.

Meanwhile, as another woman's shadow was embraced by Wang, she also felt that her situation was ridiculous and pathetic.

Wang still spoke confusion, leaning back, gently touching her face, his eyes blindfolded:

“Glass, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? ”

“Glass, is it really you? ”

……

“You don't look much like you used to. Too long? I can't believe I forgot how you feel...”

“Why don't you talk and still hate me? ”

“I'm useless, I can't save my daughter, I'm sorry for you. ”

“I'm really useless, I can't save anyone, I can't even get your body back......”

“I'm tired. Take me with you. We'll never come back. ”

……

Asher could not understand any of the words, she could only sadly cooperate with Chu Yunsheng every move. Although she had not really come into contact with men and women, this was an information age enough to make her understand that if she awakened Wang at this moment, there were only two possibilities. One was that Wang was in extreme pain and the other was that Wang was angry on the spot.

In fact, the situation was more complicated than she imagined. In the moment when Chu Yunsheng touched Asher's smooth torso skin, the third force hidden in the zero dimension, the sprouting seeds were stupidly moving and thunderous, but just now he just took a head, and was washed away by his strong love and deep self-reproach, and he lost and didn't even feel it.

The movement of the third force touched two external forces. The consciousness of the object debris immediately calmed Chu Yun up rapidly, and black gas circled down from the depths of the vortex, invading the limb wreckage.

Looking at Chu Yunsheng's gradual clarification, Asher was shocked, realizing that it was bad, and was about to explain it. Chu Yunsheng suddenly pushed her away with a very cold tone: “You are not glass, who are you!? ”

The tone of voice is cold, but the eyes are extremely disappointing, even averse and hateful, looking at such eyes, listening to such tone, ruthlessly pushed on the floor of the cold wet warehouse, Asher, sad and more than the tension at this moment, if she was still a shadow, now even the shadow is not counted.

“Me, me--” Asher wrapped her naked body in sheets, not knowing what to say.

Chu Yunsheng pulled out the long sword on the blue armor next to her. The tip of the sword pointed to her nose and asked softly: "Where did you get her!? ”

At this time, outside the door heard the sword move Butni, worried about some stabbing, rushed in, but saw Chu Yunsheng looking at her cold, hatefully cold: “Are you a grid maker? Where'd you get the glass? ”

He still speaks Chinese, Boutney doesn't understand, he dares not move.

The movement was bigger at this moment, and the blood people next door were all shocked. Vincent, who was standing on the side of the hatch, asked: "What happened? ”

She was a female voice, in Chinese, and passed into the ears of Chu Yunsheng, who was not yet fully awake, or who refused to be awake, and suddenly became even more sober than in dreams.

He left Ashley and Butney and rushed out, shouting, "Glass, where are you? Don't go! Take me with you! ”

Asher couldn't understand what Chu Yunsheng said, but Venlo could hear it. When Chu Yunsheng repeatedly tore his heart out and shouted the name of glass, grabbed her shoulders tightly, and finally moved away from her face with extreme disappointment and rushed into the deck of the rain basin outside the cabin, she finally knew that if there was a past life, Chu Yunsheng was not reincarnated to find her, but another woman, a woman called "glass”.

The entire ship's blood family was awakened, concentrated in the boat hall, whispered to each other and whispered, but no one dared to approach Chu Yunsheng on the outboard deck.

At this moment, the king, in the eyes of the blood tribe, is a volcano on the verge of an eruption, and no one wants to touch this mold.

From Vincent, Boutney roughly figured out what Chu Yunsheng was saying. She took a sympathetic look at the awkward Asher. Before that, her fears finally became a reality. Wang's heart really had a person, not Vincent, but a strange woman named "Glass”.

……

Rain water flowed along Chu Yunling's hair and coat. In the heavy rain, his consciousness had fully restored calm and sobriety, returning from the dream to reality.

But he didn't want to go back to the cabin, he just wanted to stand alone in the rain so quietly.

I don't know when, since about the first time he came out of trapped zero-dimensional space, this torturous sense of loneliness persists. For example, no matter how he tried to integrate into the world at the time, he appeared out of place and was constantly excluded from his surroundings, just like the warnings he heard when the Yin soldiers crossed the border in the false tablet - you are dead, and the world is just remembering and wandering...

He did not laugh bitterly, nor was he sad, nor was he agitated, but stared silently at the floods of the ocean, lonely and silent.

He didn't expect to remember Willow's last call to himself, a farewell to more than 30 years of farewell “will”.

At this moment, he also rarely remembered, that day, he did not “go back early”, but for a long forgotten project to go back late, did not see Liu Liu, at that time he thought she was angry, playing with the pussy, did not care much, until later... did not expect, this night, see each other more than thirty years late.

Nowadays, dreams are all you can dream about.

Today, for the first time, he is anxious to leave Earth sooner, whether it be the sixth or the seventh century, just sooner rather than later, to leave this place, which has made him sad and desperate, perhaps, never to return.

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Three chapters have been coded. When I reread them again, I feel that the last two chapters are badly written. I deleted them and rewrote them, but today they need to be updated anyway. I can only add this chapter first. Apologies.

Also, I recommend the new book "Blinking Fist" by Black Earth students.

Book No. 2602984 (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)