Great Creator

388 If Reality Is Not As Good As A Dream (1/2)

Chapter 388 If reality is not as good as a dream (12)

Fan Guang knelt on the ground and raised his hand.

She waved her hand in the air, and then slapped herself hard on the face.

Fan Guang didn't speak.

Peace did not speak.

But he watched carefully.

As a practitioner, Ping He is hundreds of times more sensitive to human life than ordinary people.

Fan Guang's current condition is very bad. There are a few strands of white hair in his hair, his face is full of stubble, his face is blue and black, and his body is emaciated.

"During this time, you ate very little and couldn't sleep at night, right, Fan Guang."

There was no emotion in the peaceful voice.

Fan Guang opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth. After a long time, he managed to utter a word:

"Ping He, I'm sorry... I didn't find your mother... She disappeared on the day the city was broken..."

"I didn't find Mi Long either..."

"I've been looking for it in the city for a long time... I can't find it..."

"Ping He, you entrusted me with such an important matter, but I... oh..."

Half a year ago, Jianchang city was broken.

On that day, Fan Guang hurried on and arrived in the city at night.

But he searched all over the city but couldn't find Mrs. Zou and Mi Long.

Mi Long's family in Jianchang City also said that they could not be found.

In the past six months, Fan Guang has been unwilling to eat, sleeps restlessly, and looks for traces of the two of them everywhere.

However, nothing has been found.

The only thing that still makes him a little subtle is that he can't even find the dead body.

However, peace does not know where to go.

The people who acted with Pinghe said that Pinghe was taken away by the immortals.

Fan Guang didn't know whether it was true or not, and he couldn't find peace.

Losing two friends and being unable to fulfill his friend's entrustment dealt a huge blow to Fan Guang and destroyed his health.

It wasn't until the day before yesterday that Fan Guang heard that there was an immortal in Jianchang City, so he hurried over, only to find out that the immortal was actually Ping He.

"Fan Guang, I can't blame you for this..."

Ping He restrained himself as much as possible and said.

But his trembling voice betrayed his true mood.

"I'll go find them, don't blame yourself anymore."

Ping He put one hand on Fan Guang's shoulder.

In his body, the spiritual power like water was flowing, transforming in a certain direction.

The spiritual power evaporated to restore the mana of the attributes, and then formed a Qi healing technique, which fell on Fan Guang's body.

Ping He himself did not know these details.

All he knew was that he had restored Fan Guang's health with spells, and at the same time, the strength in his body had decreased by a tiny bit.

It is difficult to estimate how much peace has been lost.

"What Master said before is indeed true..."

"There is no aura in the world."

"If I go down the mountain, I won't be able to continue to practice. And the strength will be reduced by one point. It turns out that this is not only a reminder that I am not a worldly person, but also a real rule..."

Fan Guang's face was full of surprise, he looked at his friend.

Peace raised his head.

He was standing on the street, and Fan Guang was also kneeling on the road, surrounded by many people looking at him from a distance.

People in this city respect and fear peace, and for a while, they dare not approach it.

But Ping He was not in the mood to talk to them.

After saying goodbye to Fan Advertisement, he hurriedly left the street.

After that, peace searched day and night.

He didn't care about the consequences of depleting his spiritual power, and used several small spells that he could use at this stage, desperately looking for his mother.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, turning paper into a butterfly, listening to the wind and distinguishing the spirit, these three spells, he used them over and over again, and traveled to several cities.

However, these two people seemed to disappear in place suddenly, leaving no trace behind.

Ping He could sense that the spiritual power in his body was being consumed rapidly and could not be replenished.

However, he had no choice, he couldn't find his mother, and he felt that everything was meaningless.

During this process, several groups of people came to him, as if they had asked him for help.

However, he was not free and refused all of them.

Time passed day by day, and peace became more and more desperate.

Before he knew it, he returned to Fenhe City, to the small village where he was born and grew up.

At night, quietly, peacefully, carrying a jar of spirits, staggered into the house.

The room was deserted and quiet.

He opened the door of his mother's room hopefully, and lingered on the bed with warm eyes.

However, no.

Ping He sat down on the ground, lifted the wine jar, and raised his head.

The wine gurgled down the throat, bringing a hot feeling.

"mother……"

He muttered peacefully.

He has always been a person who loves cleanliness, and since he practiced cultivation, he has an excellent temperament, but now he is so decadent that he is no different from a tramp.

Unknowingly, the sky outside the window has dimly lit up.

In the twilight of morning, someone sighed.

The room was lit up.

Peacefully looking up along the light, it was snow.

White snowflakes reflect the morning light outside the window.

But now, it's July.

In the weather in July, it is impossible to have snow, unless the gods came.

Countless snowflakes danced indoors, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Ping He.

He tried his best to get up and saluted.

"Master, I'm sorry..."

He was full of shame.

"Ping He, you really let me down."

Wen Ling looked at the peace on the ground with a low voice.

There was no way to justify Ping He for a while, so he had to bow his head and admit his mistake.

"I'm here to ask you one thing and tell you one thing."

"Ping He, what did you dream about, and why are you willing to wake up from the dream?"

Wen Ling's eyes were wise and warm.

Looking into Master's eyes, Ping He relaxed unconsciously.

He recalled the dream of that day.

"I dreamed of a wonderful world."

"In this world, I have lost nothing and gained a lot..."

"However, I have to wake up, because my mother still needs me, and many people also need me. I can no longer indulge in dreams."

He spoke peacefully about his thoughts at the time.

However, the next moment, Wen Ling said a word.

These words made Ping He completely unexpected.

He said:

"Ping He, if in the real world, your mother is dead, your friends are dead, the Chang Kingdom is gone, the people have surrendered, no one needs you, and everything you have hoped for has come to naught, then are you still willing? wake up?"

The peaceful eyes suddenly lost focus.

After a while, Peace asked:

"I... what's wrong with my mother now?"

"Zou Shi and Mi Long are no longer alive."

Peace's throat twitched a few times, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly fell to the ground and passed out.

Wen Ling looked at him sympathetically.

After a while, Huang Si teleported out silently.

A cloud of spiritual energy was suspended not far from him, but kept a distance from it all the time.

"Master." Wen Ling bowed and saluted, and then asked, "Look at this..."

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