All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

Wei Huan told Yang Sheng his dream exactly, but he laughed so much that he collapsed on the sofa and couldn't get up.

"Tell me what kind of dreams you have. Why don't you write a novel if you have such a big brain?" Yang Sheng rubbed his belly, "You can die if you want to drag me into this."

"Who the hell dragged you into the water? The dream is not under my control." Although Wei Huan said this, he was still frightened by what happened in the dream. Even when he saw Yang Sheng arguing with him, he felt that it had been a long time. .As he spoke, he lowered his eyes, "I don't know why, but that dream felt very real, as if I had spent my whole life in it."

Yang Sheng said again, "Is it because school is about to start and you are a little stressed? Why don't you search online and find out what it means to dream about your whole family dying."

Wei Huan threw a pillow at him, Yang Sheng caught it firmly, apologized with a smile, "Just kidding," the expression on his face became more serious, "But, if such a thing really happens, I would rather you Come back to me."

Wei Huan raised his eyes and looked at him, "The other way around?"

"Yeah." Yang Sheng nodded, "I would rather die. Anyway, if you die, you will be dead. You won't feel anything." He looked at Wei Huan with a smile, "But it would be too difficult to live. I don’t want to be that one.”

Looking at Yang Sheng's face, another look of him suddenly appeared in front of Wei Huan's eyes.

Red eyes, demonic face, hysterical anger.

[You swear, if you tell even half a lie, my father's soul will never rest in peace, and your Jiufeng clan will always be despised.]

[After my ascension, I will be on the battlefield with my body and head in a different place, and I will die without a burial place.]

"Why are you in a daze?" Yang Sheng stretched out his legs and kicked him, "You are still thinking about that dream. There is nothing to think about in a nightmare. You just want to die so much."

When he said this, Wei Huan felt that something was really wrong with him, so he stepped on his foot hard, "Do you think I am willing to die? My little Jiufeng's life is so valuable, even if I live for two hundred years, It’s a loss.”

"Isn't that right? The disaster will last for thousands of years." After saying this, Yang Sheng took his foot back and cursed in a low voice, "Death Jiu Feng is really capable of killing him."

Wei Huan threw several wind knives at Yang Sheng's face, "If you say it again, I'll let you say it!" Yang Sheng didn't even bother to hide. As soon as the tip of the wind knife touched the skin of his face, Then it turned into a blue demonic wind and disappeared.

"You have such a little trick, and you haven't gotten tired of it since you were five or six years old." Yang Sheng waved his hand, and the purple wind in his palm gathered a gust of wind, which flew into Wei Huan's face, making him unable to open his eyes. "Give it back to you."

Wei Huan pressed down his hair that was blown up by the wind, "Thank you."

The two of them were making noise when they heard something moving outside. Wei Huan glanced towards the entrance and saw Yang Sheng's father pushing open the door.

"Uncle Yang." Wei Huan stood up immediately.

Yang Sheng whispered from behind, "I don't usually see you being so troublesome." As he said that, he pulled his neck and called Dad.

"Sit down." Yang Zheng changed his shoes, "I came very early today. Is your dad not injured this time?"

Wei Huan shook his head, "No."

Only then did he realize that Instructor Yang was much younger and gentler than he had imagined. Uncle Yang had an inconspicuous scar from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone, which could only be seen if you looked carefully. He and Yang Sheng sat together, They are literally carved from the same mold, and they look like father and son.

In the past ten years, he only knew how to be lazy and slippery during training, and how perverted Instructor Yang's strict teaching was. Wei Huan never paid attention to these small details.

"What are you staring at me for? Is there something on my face?"

Wei Huan came back to his senses and shook his head, "No."

Yang Zheng rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch, "You should have come here after dinner at this point. Come on, I haven't checked for more than a month. Let's see if either of you is slacking off."

Before having that dream, Wei Huan would have been resistant to the routine inspection, but now when he looked at the tall back of this man, he felt an indescribable pain.

Once again, hysterical sounds appeared in my ears.

[Even at the last moment before his death, when he was besieged and torn to pieces by countless humans, he was still trying to contact the combat readiness headquarters, and even sent out a signal technique, just because he wanted to save you and didn't want you to die on the battlefield!]

[What about you! Where were you at that time!]

Yang Zheng turned around and saw Wei Huan standing still, "Wei Huan, what are you doing?"

"Dad, he had a nightmare and was frightened." Yang Sheng suppressed a smile, "I guess he hasn't come to his senses yet. What do you think he dreamed about?"

Wei Huan wanted to speak to stop Yang Sheng, but he still couldn't catch up with his quick words, "He said he dreamed that he died on the battlefield, and he also harmed you. You think it's funny or not, he didn't even go to college and he was thinking about going to the battlefield. ."

Yang Zheng listened and was silent for a few seconds. Standing under the bright sun, he was as resolute as a bronze statue. He said in a deep voice, "Wei Huan, you have such a dream because you are afraid of such a thing happening. ?”

Is it right.

Wei Huan also asked himself in his mind.

He doesn't know the answer.

"But you have to know that from the day you were born into the Jiufeng family, you were destined not to live the life of an ordinary little demon. You were destined to join the battle." Yang Zheng said, turning his head, his expression He glanced at Yang Sheng seriously and said, "The same goes for you. You will face life-and-death tests in the future and join the most dangerous battlefields. You must prepare for these as soon as possible, otherwise you might as well give up directly."

After saying that, Yang Zheng turned around and faced them, "Don't daydream. Your lives are in your own hands. No one will save you in a life-or-death situation, not even me."

The strong sunshine made Wei Huan unable to open his eyes, but he still looked firmly at the back of this man who was also his teacher and father.

Yes, it must be a dream.

He did not die, and Instructor Yang did not save him at the critical moment of life and death.

Everyone is living a good life, but he is still the little Jiufeng who was let down.

On the second day of the training camp, Yang Zheng specially called Su Buyu over.

"Although you have a water attribute, after all, the entrance exam requires melee combat without special abilities. You still need to train more."

Although his tone was very cold and his attitude was very strict, Su Buyu had wanted to train with Wei Huan Yangsheng for a long time. When he got the news, he was so happy that he stuttered, "Thank you, thank you Uncle Yang."

"Call me Instructor Yang."

"Yang, Yang instructor."

Yang Sheng complained at the side, "Dad, you scared me out of my old habit of stammering."

Wei Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud. He couldn't hide the happiness on his face when he saw Su Buyu walking towards him. Wei Huan also felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He felt like he hadn't seen such a shy person for a long time. I was too shy to hesitate.

"Have you eaten?" he whispered to Buyu.

Su Buyu stood next to him, gaiting as they did, staring straight ahead, but lowered his voice and replied, "Eat, I know I'm here for training, so I had an extra bowl."

Wei Huan moved half a step closer and said, "Hey, come to my house later. My mother is back. I'll ask her to make braised prawns for you."

"But you are allergic." Su Buyu frowned and looked at him.

"Turn around, turn around." Wei Huan stopped him frantically, fearing that he would be caught telling small stories to him. After confirming that Yang Zheng, who was checking the equipment, did not notice their little moves, he spoke again, "I'll burn it for you to eat. I'll do it again." Don’t eat. You will stay at my house for a few more days this time. My mother said last time that she hadn’t seen you for a long time.”

Yang Sheng pricked up his ears beside him. He couldn't hear anything but still wanted to interrupt, "What are you talking about?"

"Shh-" Wei Huan straightened his neck, pretending not to be distracted, and controlled his mouth to a small extent, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's none of my business," Yang Sheng was unhappy, his legs were sore from the horse step, so he stood up with his legs crossed, "I want to tell my dad that someone is isolating me."

"Yang Sheng." Yang Zheng, who had packed up his equipment, turned around and caught the opportunity. He said sternly, "You can't even do a horse stance well, and you have become so impetuous after just one holiday, and you can't calm down when doing things. There’s no need to eat dinner today, I’ll do it until you feel calm.”

Su Buyu and Wei Huan tried their best to hold back their laughter, watching Yang Sheng next to them begging for mercy, "Dad, I was wrong, just now..." He originally wanted to sell his teammates directly, but he didn't want to be a human being. The principle of leaving a thin line so that we can meet each other in the future, but finally compromised, "I'll just get it done."

Training with Su Buyu Yangsheng every day, playing together, and even eating and sleeping together, Wei Huan gradually forgot about the terrible dream before.

Occasionally, I still feel that something is missing in my life, but compared with myself in the dream who has lost everything, such a subtle and uncaptured sense of lack is insignificant.

The day before school started, Wei Huan, Yang Sheng and Su Buyu made an appointment to come to Nanhai, thinking of having a good time.

"Don't hesitate, hurry up! Catch this landlubber Yang Sheng," Wei Huan rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs and jumped into the water. He quickly surfaced again and wiped his wet face, "I have to teach him today. swim!"

Yangsheng couldn't survive and was tortured by Wei Huan. He had no choice but to beg Su Buyu, "Buyu, have you lost any shark scales recently? Give me a few more, so I won't be guarded all day long." Nine tossing.”

He couldn't help but smile helplessly, letting Yang Sheng hold his arm, "No, Yang Sheng, you can't always rely on Shark Scales so much, or you will never learn to swim."

"That's right!" Wei Huan swam back to the shore, "Hey, if you meet any beautiful girl in the future, I really like water and love to go to the bottom of the sea. You are a landlubber. Excuse me."

After saying that, Wei Huan was suddenly stunned for a moment.

Pretty girl?

Something seemed wrong, weird, but he couldn't tell the specific reason.

Yang Sheng rolled his eyes and said, "It's up to you to take care of her. If she likes to swim, just go and be done with it."

"Hey, coward." Wei Huan simply gave up on this landlubber and shouted at Su Buyu, "No! Come down quickly, I want to see your tail."

Hearing his shout, Su Buyu shyly lowered his head and left Yangsheng. The sun on the seaside burned the tips of his ears and made his heart feel hot.

"Do you really want to see the tail?" Su Buyu walked to the coast step by step and looked at Wei Huan hesitantly.

Wei Huan, who was floating on the sea with only his head exposed, nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

After hearing his affirmative answer, Su Buyu jumped into the sparkling sea water. The two long thin white legs transformed into a blue shark's tail among the blue waves. Looking through the sea water, the scales appeared. The wonderful brilliance and waves blend together and are extremely beautiful.

Wei Huan felt like he hadn't seen his Same Wei for a long, long time.

"It's so beautiful." Through the warm water, his fingers touched the smooth scales, and Wei Huan felt as if he had lived in another world.

When they were tired of playing, they lay side by side under the beach at sunset, looking at the fire clouds dyed brilliantly by the twilight in the distance. A little demon who had just learned to fly occasionally passed by their field of vision, its wings swaying under the clouds. , once it became unstable, it dived straight down, drawing a thrilling line of clouds in the sky.

A gust of warm wind blew by, and Wei Huan, who was lying on the beach, raised his palm. The little demon was caught by an extremely soft blue wind blanket. He knelt timidly on it and looked around cautiously.

Wei Huan whistled, sat up, put his hands over his mouth and shouted, "I'll give you five seconds to take off again!"

The little demon was startled and looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief. He was seen sitting there leisurely, raising his palms to make numbers, "Five - four -"

The blue wind blanket under the knees gradually becomes transparent.

"Three - two -"

Wei Huan heard the sound of wings spreading again.

The little blue bird soared again, passing through the pink marshmallow-like clouds, screaming happily.

Before the last number was reported, Wei Huan took back his hand with a smile and lay down again.

"It would be great if we could stay like this for the rest of our lives."

Yang Sheng said, "What? Are you forcing me to learn to swim every day?"

Su Buyu couldn't help but laugh, "Maybe I will help Xiao Ling raise puppies every day."

"No, I request to withdraw."

"Hahaha, why are you so cowardly?"

"Are you scared? You can bend and stretch Wei Xiaojiu."

"When you see a dog, you become more worried than a landlubber!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing..."

Eighteen-year-old Xiao Jiufeng has the best parents in the world, friends who have grown up with him, and teachers who have always regarded him as his own son. No one can mention him without showing envious eyes. .

He is already living in his best years and has nothing to regret.

Really not?

The moment Wei Huan walked out of the examination room of Shanhai, he felt extremely familiar. Although he could not trace the origin of this familiarity. Perhaps he thought about entering Shanhai day and night, and had already taken the exam in his dream. I have passed many written exams, so I am so confident. After the exam, I find a good place to catch up on my sleep and take a lazy nap.

When awakened by Ascension, the sense of familiarity reaches its peak.

He must have seen this scene somewhere.

"You did very well on the written test."

Wei Huan's subconscious made him blurt out, "Nonsense, of course I..."

It was so familiar, even this sentence seemed to have been said by him before. His memory began to go awry, and there were many rewinding scenes before his eyes, like a movie played in reverse, returning to him frame by frame. He saw Unconvinced, I flew to the top of the Shanhai written test list and saw my name ranked second.

There is also a person's name on it.

"Don't be so arrogant. Although you got first place in the exam this time, there will be a practical competition soon."

Hearing what Yang Sheng said, Wei Huan was startled and grabbed Yang Sheng's arm, "Am I number one?"

Yang Sheng was also a little confused, "Yes, what else? The rankings have been released over there, why don't you go and see them yourself?"

Wei Huan stumbled up from the lawn, and within two steps he opened his black wings and flew towards Bishop Shanhai. He didn't know what he was panicking about, his heart seemed to be out of his control at all, as if there was a strange little beast living inside. .It became seriously ill and kept hitting the heart valve.

He didn't care about the eyes of other candidates, flew directly to the top, and saw his name at the top.

No, the name that made him feel that he should be here but couldn't remember it disappeared.

Wei Huan went down all the way, one by one, from the first to the last, but couldn't find that name. This was ridiculous. Since he couldn't even remember the name itself, how could he expect to find it in this long list? His traces.

Flustered, Wei Huan walked back silently, and everyone around him cast envious glances at him.

"Yang Sheng, have you ever had that kind of moment?" Wei Huan tried to explain to his close friend the abnormal mood these days. "That is, you feel that everything that happens every day seems to have been experienced before, but something seems to be missing."

Yang Sheng shook his head, "It doesn't seem like that. What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? It will be the last actual match in a while. You have to persevere."

There was a sound in the arena, and Wei Huan heard his candidate number, so he smiled at Yang Sheng, "Don't worry, I'm not uncomfortable, I just..."

I feel empty inside.

It seems like a piece is missing.

Standing at the entrance, Wei Huan heard the cheers of the audience and the host's warm-up. He knew that he should take a deep breath at this moment and calm down to finish the last performance. But the panic in his heart became more and more intense.

Step by step, he walked from the shadows to the center of the arena where everyone was watching, and his eyes couldn't help but look at his long-awaited opponent.

Other images suddenly flashed in my mind.

The same crowded auditorium, the same empty arena.

The black-clothed boy who walked out of the shadows into the sunshine had a pair of beautiful amber pupils, and the flame demon pattern on his forehead was as red as blood.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. Standing in front of him was a complete stranger. He smiled at himself kindly, said polite words such as "please give me more advice", and bowed politely.

No, that person is not like that.

He is very fierce, doesn't like to talk, and has a very violent temper.

Yes, he won the game.

It's not just this game.

His heart finally began to feel intense pain. He stared at the "opponent" in front of him, and his eyes suddenly turned red. The sour emotions flowed from the corners of his eyes into his heart, and no one but him could feel it.

He looked around and looked at the cheering crowd, saw Yang Sheng and Su Buyu cheering for him, and also saw his parents standing silently in the corner.

It's good enough.

You have to be content.

His eyes finally returned to his opponent, looking at the smile on his face.

Wei Huan's heart was finally hit hard by something heavy, as if someone knew that he was not willing to give in and tried to make him accept it, but this heart just refused to compromise. It was still beating real despite the dull pain again and again. With.

"The game is official——"

Wei Huan, who was standing in the center of the arena, suddenly spoke.

"Wrong."

Even if this battered heart has to keep beating at this moment, it still wants to tell everyone.

There's just a piece missing here.

It is incomplete.

"It's all fake."

Wei Huan pulled off the candidate slip from his wrist, loosened his fingers, and the piece of paper with his name and candidate number printed on it flew away in the wind.

"You are no match for me."

When he turned around, he saw his parents. They stood side by side and looked at him tenderly.

"Let's go to the competition. We'll go home after the competition." My father said with a smile, "Your mother has made a table of delicious food. When the time comes, call Yang Sheng and Bu Yu over, and we will eat together."

His mother stretched out her hands to him and opened her arms. There was a hint of sadness on her face, "Huan Huan, are you leaving?"

Wei Huan's eyes were red and he bit his back teeth. He could hear the sound of struggle in his heart.

"Are you leaving mom?"

Tears still fell from his eyes unsatisfactorily. Wei Huan stretched out his hand to wipe them away. When he looked up, he saw Yang Zheng walking to his father's side. He still looked like a strict teacher and said in a solemn tone, "If you give up now, there will be nothing left."

Yes, I know.

If I leave now, there will be nothing left.

Both of my parents died in the war, my mentor was shattered to pieces for me, and my friends sacrificed themselves for me and struggled for me for seven years.

And I myself will die with a stigma that cannot be wiped away.

There are no more nine phoenixes in heaven and earth.

"I really, really miss you."

Wei Huan raised his head, shed tears, and gave everyone a childish smile.

"But it's time to wake up from this dream."

Everything around him became distorted, all colors melted, and finally turned into a bottomless darkness. Wei Huan fell alone, falling continuously, falling from extreme warmth into the abyss, feeling the bone-chilling death-like silence.

It was all over, he knew it.

Suddenly, he thought he had lost all senses and felt his wrists tighten. In a daze, he saw the shining light passing through the gaps in the darkness little by little. Those golden arcs slid across the field of vision and returned to him like meteors. , weaving a complicated and magnificent light network to firmly catch him as he fell.

Wei Huan stood up and stood in the center of the light. He lowered his head and stared blankly at his empty palms.

The next moment, two long and narrow light knives appeared on these hands.

[Feel me.]

Clenching his fingers tightly, his body was instantly poured into hot molten liquid, and powerful demonic energy burned in his blood. The hot, boiling, light and heat power was completely injected into this dying heart.

Dreams are beautiful.

But I'm not a coward.

Holding two swords in his hands, he raised his arms and decisively cut through the boundless darkness, piercing his own delusions of luck.

What I want is the real me.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wei Huan saw himself wrapped in a huge flower of the other side. The coquettish stamens were like red threads that tightly wrapped around him, like a cicada that could not escape.

The next moment, the closed flower bud on the other side in front of him was pierced by golden light, and the bright red petals slid down like a curtain. His trance vision became clear, and the man holding the golden swords finally appeared in front of him.

Wei Huan could see that those panicked amber pupils became stunned the moment their eyes met.

He seemed more panicked than himself.

Wei Huan struggled out of the dream, with two lines of blood and tears still streaming down his face. He weakly showed a reassuring smile to Yun Yongzhou.

"It's not too late for you to come..."