Pet King

Zhang Zi'an's heart was inexplicably full of self-confidence, probably because he knew that Zhuang Xiaodie was not the same as other elves, and was not lodged in his mobile phone, but was lodged in his body, perhaps deep in his brain, so he It is a symbiotic relationship with her to some extent, so she won't treat him, at least not let him die, at most it will change his torture ...

Otherwise, if he died, she would disappear with it.

The voices of the elves who had dreamed before made him quite panicky, but now that he knew that it was a dream, he felt relieved to some extent. After all, Zhuang Xiaodie was the absolute master of the dream. What did she want him to dream? And he will dream of something.

It's actually scary to think about it that way. If she imposes some kind of psychological hints on him day after day in her dreams, such as suggesting that he really likes men, maybe after a while ...

No, it's fine.

He quickly expelled his thoughts, and if she knew it, he would die.

Zhuang Xiaodie was sitting on a stone bench, which was close to the cliff. Half of her long dress was dragged outside the cliff, and it was hurled by the mountain wind. It looked dangerous and full of air. Full, making her feel inhumane fireworks, it seems that she may return at any time by wind.

The strong wind did not disturb her delicate bun.

If the ancient Orion drug collectors saw her sitting on the top of the mountain in such a rich posture, she would certainly worship her as a fairy.

Zhang Zi'an remembers very well that this stone bench was placed in the same place in modern times to allow tourists climbing up the mountain to rest, but there is a fence in front to prevent tourists from falling and falling, and he returned to the top of the ancient hidden mist mountain last time At the moment, the top of the mountain was empty and deserted.

Therefore, this flaw is too obvious, even if he did not notice the dream at first, when he saw this stone bench, he would immediately notice it.

Is her dreaming level down? Or is she too casual?

She stared at him intently, with colorful eyes like kaleidoscope in the sunlight, deep purple, bright yellow, noble blue, beautiful red, bright blue, warm orange, refreshing green ... It's like sucking people in like a whirlpool.

"It seems that the stone chair you are sitting in should not have appeared in this era."

He coughed, looked away slightly, and pointed at the stone chair.

She snorted again and asked quietly, "Why?"

why?

He thought she was pretending to be stupid and asked knowingly.

There seems to be no difference between the top of Hidden Fog and the last time he came here. The grass is growing, the rocks are mottled, and the ancient trees are stunned. Only this stone chair is abrupt.

"Because it does not belong to this era, the Hidden Mist Mountain in this era should still be a barren mountain ... I said, are you despising my IQ?" He said indignantly.

She stared at him again for a moment, slowly shaking her head, "No, you are wrong."

Zhang Zi'an froze. She doesn't seem to be joking. Sometimes she does make some very bad jokes, but she usually doesn't make jokes with such trivial matters.

Where am I wrong?

He whispered and moved his steps, trying to get closer and take a closer look at the bench, but his ankle was crooked, as if he had stepped on a stone, and almost twisted his foot.

Looking down at his feet, he froze again, hardly to believe his eyes.

In the waste grass is a half-cut slate, which is the type of antique brick often used in squares or open spaces.

Moving forward, there were more broken bricks and tiles in the grass, and at a glance you can see that they are all artificial products.

impossible?

Even if there are one or two flaws in the dream created by Zhuang Xiaodie, they will not be full of flaws like this ...

He took a few more steps, and suddenly found another stone platform shaped like the base of an upright column in the grass. The stone platform was sunken inward, and the column that should have stood there was long gone.

Wait……

He tried to remember in his mind, recalling the layout of the modern Hidden Mt.

Taking stone chairs and ancient trees as reference objects, the place where he stands now should be the main entrance of Wuyin Tea House.

He remembered very well that the antique Wuyin Tea House had a wooden pillar at each corner as a structural support.

The recessed stone platform at the foot seemed to be the base of one of the wooden columns.

He lowered his head and walked for a distance in the other three vertical directions. Sure enough, he found another three stone bases, which were similar to the previous ones and were a bit broken, almost like monuments.

Not long ago, he had just visited the Wuyin Tea House, which was like killing pigs, and it had not been built for a year or two, just like the new one!

No way……

He looked up blankly, looking subconsciously in a certain direction.

There, he was expecting to see two things subconsciously-either the bustling coastal city or the coastal town no different from the small fishing village.

But what he saw surprised him.

Then ... that is Binhai?

Yes, it can still be distinguished from the outline and layout. It is indeed Binhai City. He is too familiar with the appearance of Binhai City, but it is a very dilapidated coastal city. There is a tall grass growing everywhere in the city. The giant trees are towering, and wild animals like vultures or goats arbitrarily run and jump on the streets. Then they are thrown by carnivorous beasts that suddenly come out of the shelter, and bite their necks and drag them back to the shelter ...

The main teaching building of Binhai University, the walls of the low-rise building were covered with wanton vines, almost all of the glass fell off, exposing windows with black holes.

Further afield, the sea was rolling, the waves were rolling, and there was no boat.

The most important thing is that the entire city of Binhai is dead, without any shadow of human beings and no signs of human activity.

No car horns, no train roars, no planes taking off or landing.

Except for maggots, there was silence everywhere.

This……

It ’s like crossing through to the last days and coming to Binhai after the nuclear war ...

"This ... where is this?"

He softened his knees ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and knelt down in the grass, asking tremblingly.

"You should know where this is, right?" She asked back.

"but……"

Zhuang Xiaodie stood up and paced on the edge of the cliff like a swallow. If it was an ordinary person, this was obviously an extremely dangerous action, and she might be blown off the cliff by a strong wind at any time.

"Actually you should ask-what time is this."

She opened her lips lightly and said leisurely.

Zhang Zi'an swallowed a spit, his throat was dumb, and he asked like a parrot, "What time is this?"

She stopped and turned to him, smiling brightly.

She stretched her arms flat and had long sleeves, like a colorful butterfly taking off after drying her wings.

"Welcome to Binhai after a thousand years."