2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The residence that the priest prepared for Yan Muyun was a large flat-floor apartment located in the city center. It had flawless white tiles that reflected human figures, comfortable and designed furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked almost the entire city center.

The living room is about the size of a basketball court. The overall colors are mainly light brown and gray, which gives people a very comfortable feeling at first glance. At the end of the left side, there is even a table similar to a bar counter. All kinds of fine wines and bartending equipment are neatly arranged, which is pleasing to the eye.

The afternoon sun shines in, coating every corner of the room with a layer of gold.

As if aware of Yan Muyun's gaze, Zhan Lewen took the initiative and said: "Every household here is equipped with a professional bartender on call 24 hours a day. No matter what you want to drink, just tell the smart home assistant here."

"Lewen, have you learned to drink?" Zhan Leya asked worriedly.

Zhan Lewen shook his head: "I don't drink."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Yan Muyun glanced sideways at the siblings. He always felt that Zhan Leya was a little naive and slow. She didn't seem to realize that what her brother had done here could only be a thousand times worse than drinking.

In fact, as early as more than a year ago, when the mysterious figure named "Night Devil" first appeared in the world's sight, there was something that could never go back.

"Let's go, sister." Zhan Lewen bent down and picked up the suitcase.

"Oh...Okay." Zhan Leya responded hesitantly. She glanced secretly at the figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, pursed her lips and asked, "Lewen, where do we live?"

"The same building, just downstairs." Zhan Lewen replied with a slight frown.

His sister's performance was so obvious that it was useless even if he tried to pretend not to see it.

"Yeah." Hearing this answer, Zhan Leya seemed to be relieved.

Yan Muyun turned around and said with a smile: "You are welcome to be my guests at any time. You are my only friends here now...and in the future."

"Oh, right." He seemed to remember something, walked to the sofa and picked up his backpack: "I have something for you."

Yan Muyun first took out a black exquisite revolver and placed it on the coffee table. Zhan Lewen's eyes narrowed, and his intuition told him that that thing was definitely not an ordinary firearm. Then I saw the other party rummaging through the bag again, and finally took out an old dark gold pocket watch.

"Mengdie can create an illusion. People trapped in it can hardly interfere with reality. It is very suitable for self-protection." Yan Muyun gave a brief introduction and threw the pocket watch over.

Zhan Leya obviously had no motor skills. When he saw the pocket watch flying toward him, he screamed subconsciously. He was so frightened that he closed his eyes and waved his hands in front of him. Fortunately, a hand stretched out from the side at the right time and caught the pocket watch, otherwise this precious extraordinary item might have been thrown to the ground.

"Inheritance?" Zhan Lewen looked at the pocket watch in his hand with some disbelief in his eyes.

Extraordinary items without any side effects, each worth at least hundreds of millions on the market, were just thrown away by him so casually?

"Well, although your sister is voluntary, I brought her here after all." Yan Muyun touched his nose: "I don't want to see anything happen to her."

Zhan Leya's fair face turned red all of a sudden, and she hesitated when she spoke: "Ah... no need for this... thank you..."

"Take it and use it, I don't need this." Yan Muyun waved his hand and stood back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery of the city outside as if he was lost in thought.

Zhan Lewen and Zhan Leya looked at each other, picked up their luggage and left silently.

...

On the 67th floor of the building, the elevator door slowly opened.

"We will live here from now on." Zhan Lewen put two pairs of slippers on the ground.

"Wow." Zhan Leya looked around the room with some excitement. Although the decoration and layout here are not as luxurious as the one on the top floor, the environment is much better than the two-bedroom apartment where their siblings lived in Chenjing. .

"How much does it cost per month here?" She turned around and asked her brother.

"No money." Zhan Lewen shook his head slightly.

The excitement on Zhan Leya's face faded, and a trace of worry appeared on her eyebrows: "Le Wen, what have you done here, why are they so nice to you?"

It's not that she doesn't know anything, it's just that she never had the chance to ask.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs. They can't force me to do things I don't want to do." Zhan Lewen avoided his sister's gaze and walked aside to pour two glasses of water: "No matter what you need in the future, you can just ask me If the smart housekeeper mentions it, they will use a robot to deliver it. This building is absolutely safe. As long as you don’t go out, you don’t have to worry about safety issues.”

Zhan Leya frowned slightly: "I can't stay out forever, right?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you out...but it's best for me to stay with you."

"Then if you are busy, can I go find Mr. Yan?"

Zhan Lewen stopped and turned to look at his sister with a serious expression: "If possible, don't have any more contact with him. He is not from the same world as us."

"Yeah." Somewhat unexpectedly, Zhan Leya didn't ask why, nor did he joke, "When will it be my brother's turn to take care of my sister?", but just nodded calmly.

A hint of complexity flashed in Zhan Lewen's eyes: "Sister, I know you are interested in him. But his identity and ability are far beyond your imagination. If you stay by his side, you may never be able to return to a normal life. ."

"I know."

Zhan Leya nodded, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the city scenery outside, and said softly: "But...he said he is here, and we are the only ones left."

Zhan Lewen said no more, he knew his sister too well. Even though they haven't seen each other for a year, her personality is still the same as before. On the surface, she looks soft and weak, even a little dull, but if she recognizes something, no one can bring her back.

...

Yan Muyun poured himself a glass of red wine. The screen of his mobile phone on the table was on and vibrating slightly.

After a while, the call was connected.

He did not exchange greetings or ask about the other party's identity. He just said a few words: "Come here."

A few seconds later, a space-time rift opened in the center of the living room, and a somewhat embarrassed man with long hair emerged from it. He looked exhausted, holding on to the sofa with his hands and breathing heavily.

Yan Muyun raised his head and glanced at him, then silently placed an extra cup next to him: "What's the name of that priest?"

"Dong... Dongfang Quliu." Zhao Kong wiped the sweat from his head.

"Come, have a glass of wine and take a rest." Yan Muyun raised his glass.

"Thank you." Zhao Kong showed a touch of emotion on his face and stepped forward to pick up the wine glass.

"That Dongfang Quliu, why haven't you come to see me yet?"

As soon as Zhao Kong raised his cup to his mouth, he froze when he heard this question.

"Drink, I'm not telling you to drink. Answer me after you finish." Yan Muyun smiled and raised his hand.

Zhao Kong took a sip and smiled with some difficulty: "Well... Mr. Dongfang has something to do tonight. He said he would come to visit you tomorrow..."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Yan Muyun looked very interested.

At this moment, Zhao Kong wanted to spit out the sip of wine he had just swallowed: "He is going to have dinner with friends tonight..."

"Am I friends with him?" Yan Muyun interrupted.

"Then...it's natural..."

"Since I am also his friend, why doesn't he invite me to dinner?"

"I think it's because you came so suddenly..."

"Having a meal together only requires an extra pair of chopsticks."

Yan Muyun waved his hand and drank down the red wine in his glass. Then his whole face wrinkled. He picked up the wine bottle next to him and looked at it for a long time with some suspicion, and then said, "I don't like drinking very much. Let's go." Someone sent me a few boxes of sugar-free Coke."

"Yeah, okay." Zhao Kong responded calmly.

"Then it's agreed that you will take me directly to where they eat." Yan Muyun smiled and said, "Don't tell others. Friends of Dongfang Priest are my friends. I want to give my friends a surprise." ."

Zhao Kong was dumbfounded. He promised to send Coke, but he didn't say anything else.

Priest Dongfang had specially told him that tonight's dinner was very important. He must distract Yan Muyun's attention and try his best to hold him back for an afternoon and an evening. He could not be allowed to go over and disrupt the situation... .

Zhao Kong's brain was running at high speed, but he couldn't think of a suitable excuse: "That..."

He smiled, and his face became a bit paler. This was not even a pretense: "I seem to have used my powers too many times today. My body has reached its limit, and I may not be able to take you there... "

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Kong wanted to slap himself on the head. This excuse is definitely not a clever one. Even if you can't use your powers, you can still go there directly in the floating car.

However, he suddenly saw the other party smiling and pointing at the cup in his hand.

Zhao Kong looked down and found that a thread of red blood was twisting in his red wine glass.

He knew very well what this thing was, and subconsciously wanted to throw the wine glass in his hand. But there was a voice in his head that was yelling, telling him to hold the cup steady.

"Um..." Veins popped out on Zhao Kong's forehead, but the smile on his face became more sincere: "Excuse me, is this..."

"Didn't you say that your body has reached its limit and you can no longer use your powers?" Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little puzzled: "Drink this, and you will be several times stronger than before, and your strength will also be higher. Can make great progress.”

The corner of Zhao Kong's mouth twitched twice, and his eyes suddenly became determined: "I'd better not bother you. I suddenly found that I have stayed in the comfort zone for too long, and I want to challenge my limits with my own strength."