Princess Against the World

Outside the door, Zhou Yan was running and jumping, not knowing how far he had run.

This feeling of running barefoot and walking against the wind was a dream he had dreamed of many times in his dreams.

Now, it appears again.

This is real?

Or hallucination? !

Everything is still so unreal!

In the distance, smoke was lingering, as if someone had smoked from the kitchen.

The long-lost popularity brought his thoughts back to reality.

Looking around carefully, he realized that he was standing on a mountain.

At the foot of the mountain are farmhouses.

In the distance, there are also sizable towns.

"This is……"

He suddenly remembered.

Ling Luoyu said that this is her space.

How can it be! ?

How could one person have the ability to make such a space?

This is a completely different world! !

"Master Zhou, are you using these legs well?" Ling Luoyu's leisurely voice sounded behind him.

When he turned around, he suddenly discovered that the bamboo house was not far behind him.

It seemed that the wild run he had just taken was due to his imagination.

Subconsciously, he glanced at his legs to make sure he was still standing.

As if she guessed what he was thinking, Ling Luoyu curled her lips.

"This is my space, and I am the ruler of this world! Therefore, everything is under my control!"

With a flick of his fingertips, the bamboo house disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.

"But your legs are real... If you don't believe it, we can go out and show them! But before we take a look, I have something I still want to ask the head of the Zhou family!"

Zhou Yan lowered his head: "Is it about Mo Xuanchen?"

"yes!"

"……he……"

"He is my husband!"

"..."

Zhou Yanyou turned around, his eyes trembled for a moment, then he nodded and smiled.

"Yes, yes... only a woman like you can be worthy of him... and only a man like him can be worthy of you!"

"Master Zhou is thanking me for curing your leg, so this is a compliment?"

"No! This is what I mean!"

With a deep breath, Zhou Yan's eyes were bright and he looked into the distance.

"You know... why for so many years, I have been stubbornly thinking, can I stand up?"

"...Isn't it always an obsession?"

"No! For a person who has never stood up once since he was born, he no longer has such extravagant hopes..."

Being able to stand up is a good dream for Zhou Yan, but he also has self-awareness.

He knows that you are like a moon in the mirror and have unrealistic ideas.

"But at my coming-of-age ceremony when I was eighteen years old, a very special guest came to my house... He didn't want anything or a banquet, he just wanted to say a word to me. I didn't think too much about it at the time. I met him... He was wearing a black cloak, and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he had an indescribable temperament... He told me that one day in the future, there would be a person who cured me. With my legs, I can walk and stand like a normal person!”

"You believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it! Because I have seen too many such people over the years..."

How many people told him that his leg could be cured.

But what?

When there is too much hope, disappointment follows.

In addition, Zhou Yan himself didn't have much hope of standing up again, so he didn't take the black-robed man's words too seriously and just responded perfunctorily.