Museum of Demons

Latest URL: In the lucid dream divided by the true spirit of Wei Yuan.

Kuafu was silent, looking ahead, losing the ability to speak—

who am I?

Where am I?

Am I returning to God?

Xing Tian was drinking heavily.

Zhu Jiuyin silently watched something, and the water monkey that was pulled over there played the game very impatiently.

There are even brave and brave women who hide the secrets of heaven.

Xing Tian beckoned.

"Yo, here it comes."

That familiar tone kept Kuafu silent for a long time, as if what Wei Yuan had said before appeared before his eyes. The young man whispered gently-‘...My dream may be a little different from ordinary people. ’

I see.

Kuafu seems to understand something.

...Is it realistic?

After being silent for a long time, he walked to the huge round table and sat cross-legged on the ground with lush green grass and blooming flowers. Opposite him was the ancient-faced, distant temperament candle Jiuyin, and Zhujiuyin handed over a cup of tea at will, and said lightly: " the first time?"

"Um……"

Kuafu's thoughts slowly regained his ability to turn.

"Civilian?"

"Um."

The two touched a cup in silence.

………

On Longhu Mountain, when Wei Yuan confirmed that the situation was normal, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before letting Kuafu enter his dream, he had already relied on the brand and cause and effect to send a message to the beings who could enter his dream. , At this time, there was no basket at all.

Even water monkeys who are addicted to games and unable to extricate themselves have appeared.

but.

Zhu Rong's true spirit did not come out.

It seems that what happened six hundred years ago, the backlash against Zhu Rong was more serious than Wei expected.

Zhu Rong's true spirit fell into a deep sleep.

After successfully accommodating the Kuafu giant spirit for a while, the celestial master Longhushan looked at Wei Yuan with an almost heroic look, patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "Wei Yuan, I have always I misunderstood you."

"You, you are a good person."

"It's better to stay in Longhu Mountain for a while. If anything happens, we can help."

Wei Yuan: "..."

And after the matter here was over, the black-robed man who caused the change in Peach Blossom Spring was also taken down by the Longhushan disciple. Wei Yuan raised his head, watching the clouds surge in the sky, and Hetuluo flashed in his mind. The picture predicted by the book.

Although cut off with a sword.

But didn't that scene really leave a trace in his heart?

There are only a few days left before the third step of Kunlun's assessment. How should I choose? Do you not care anyway, take what you should take, take what you take, take the power of Kunlun calmly and frankly, or refuse to follow the path of God?

But the former seemed to follow that prophecy.

The latter, deliberately making choices against the prophecy, is exactly equivalent to believing the prophecy in the bottom of my heart.

Watch out for Hetu Luoshu.

Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, and felt the weight of these six characters again.

As long as it is exposed to the prophecy of Hetu Luoshu.

So even if you have cut the Hetu Luoshu to pieces, in fact, the prophecy still exists, exists in the thinking, exists in the inertia of logic, a little hesitation of the mind will be affected by it, which is why The methods of fortune-telling are enduring.

Wei Yuan chopped up all the disturbances in his heart.

Secretly cursed.

I knew...

The stele should be chopped down a little bit more.

No, it shouldn't be hacked.

I poured cement directly and sank the East China Sea to see if the Hetu Luoshu was more "toxic" to Gonggong.

If you have the ability, you can figure out the future of Gonggong, you can figure it out.

What counts for you.

The old Taoist looked at Wei Yuan's silent appearance and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Wei Yuan raised his head to look at Zhang Ruosu, and subconsciously replied:

"You said, Daoyou Zhang, the head of Hetu Luoshu and Gonggong."

"Which is harder?"

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

…………

finally.

Wei Yuan was kicked down Longhu Mountain.

Jue left the team of the daughter country, or rather, quietly left Longhushan while Wei Yuan was not paying attention, and then took Qinyuan around a big circle and returned to the flower shop in the old street. Inside the flower shop, as always, the same as when she left.

Jue took the armor back, and then pretended to be normal, sorted out the flowers, and flipped through the scrolls.

When Wei Yuan came back, he saw a soft white light in the flower shop.

It was like that dream, illuminating the old street without street lights, and was slightly startled.

"Jue, are you back?"

The girl stretched out her fingers to trim the black hair on her sideburns, smiled and replied, "Yes, yes."

"It's indeed experienced something."

"But it's okay, I'm back."

She looked at the joy on Wei Yuan's face.

Silently hid the hidden daughter's national armor a little tighter.

Because of Jue's return, Wei Yuan simply proposed to have a long-lost dinner in the museum. Excluding the water ghosts who were lost in the mountains and seas for some reason and didn't know where they were, but could figure out the safety of the water ghosts at the moment, the museum had gathered them.

While packing up the dishes.

Jue naturally stood inside, and Wei Yuan was also familiar with standing a little outside. While washing the vegetables, he chatted about his previous experiences. After Jue washed the vegetables and put them on the plate, Wei Yuan took it and proceeded smoothly. Next step.

"In that case, you met a man's plot, and then entered the mountain and sea realm..."

"I finally came back."

Wei Yuan thoughtfully said:

"Then that person may be chaos."

As he said, he didn't look back, and he lifted it up, just right to take what was in the girl's hand.

Take advantage of the opportunity to pass the seasoning bottle back.

The girl took it, and put it where she always kept it.

"Huh? Chaos?"

"Yes, I can do it right..."

The two accomplished all this tacitly.

Qinyuan watched silently.

Feng Siyu was holding melon seeds behind.

Kinhara: "Do we have room to go up?"

"Maybe not."

Feng Siyu meditated and said:

"So, do you want some popcorn?"

"Ah, yes, and..."

When Wei Yuan turned his head to pick up something, his fingers touched the girl’s, and the two were stunned. When they subconsciously faced each other, they were surrounded by fireworks, firewood, rice, oil and salt in the museum. It was big but at least sitting on a very comfortable sofa, Qin Yuan and Feng Siyu sat cross-legged and played games.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Lin Ling'er, who had come back for a rare visit, sat on the stool and watched obediently.

The monk was mopping the floor.

The painter ghost locked himself in the attic, as if he had reached a dead end, and was rushing the manuscript frantically.

The soldiers of Qi's army quietly built trees, and next to them were the spirits born in red embroidered shoes.

Noisy, noisy, yelling softly, the sound of grabbing the gamepad, the movement when mopping the floor, and the sound of slippers stepping on the ground, mixed in the dim yellow light, mixed in the steaming water In the air, time seems to soften.

Wei Yuan suddenly recalled where the inexplicable familiarity came from before.

It's that illusion.

Jue also noticed a faint strange feeling.

Is it that illusion?

All this is so similar to the fantasy world. That night, after returning from overtime work, the two of them were talking about things in life while preparing dinner. The feeling at that time was the same as before, with an unspeakable tacit understanding.

Wei Yuan retracted his palm, exhaled, and pressed his eyebrows.

Is it preconceived?

He was a little annoyed by his chaotic thinking—

Being preconceived is like already feeling that something has a certain characteristic, then when you look at that thing later, you will naturally take that kind of scrutiny, just like the three major illusions of life.

If you think the other person likes you, then you can find a variety of arguments to support the argument.

People are creatures who are good at making excuses and reasons for themselves.

You feel like you are going to win in the game.

Then even in the position, you can see that you have a coquettish style that you can kill in the next second.

But this is just an illusion.

You are often taken away by a wave.

It’s because of the illusion experience that I unconsciously put the reality inside...

Wei Yuan suppressed his distracting thoughts, only as if nothing had happened. After a while, he went back to the house to get things, and the goddess next to him had a similar illusion, and he also felt that he was thinking too much.

That's an illusion.

Probably because it is something of God's generation after all, and the effect is very good.

The girl retracted her finger and prepared the materials by herself, but thinking of the morning in the illusion, a smile appeared on her face, wearing an apron, and unconsciously humming the song of Qiniang in the illusion in her mouth, her cuffs were rolled up, revealing two white arms. The horsetail flickered behind him.

After spending a while, Wei Yuan also found what he wanted, and he was slightly relieved.

At this moment, I heard the familiar humming from outside the door.

Wei Yuan was stunned, his pupils widened slightly.

In the previous Peach Blossom Land illusion, he had heard this song. In the morning of the illusion, the girl turned on the TV. On the TV, there was a live broadcast of Qiniang singing songs. At that time, the goddess was humming this song and chuckling. road:

‘Qiniang’s song is better. ’

‘Next time I really want to let her teach me again. ’

Could it be that…

Is the illusion not fake?

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door, UU Read www.uukanshu.com slowly pushed away.

When I walked out, the girl in the kitchen was no longer there. Wei Yuan was stunned. He saw the soldier soul sitting quietly on the facade of the living room, his fingers flicking his sword and making a bend, and the spiritual arms born from the red embroidered shoes spread out and hummed. Song-

That song was originally the last tune that Wei Yuan heard when he said goodbye to Wan Qiniang.

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief for not knowing whether it was regret or fortunate.

Looking for the goddess, I saw the girl standing at the door and opening the door of the museum. Standing outside was a handsome young monk wearing a black monk's clothes. Dao Yan came to the museum again, and what he was carrying was a misfortune. One of the reasons why he had to fall into the peach blossom field.

It had a trace of real spiritual aura from Mr. Youyuan, an ancient relic of the past.

An ancient book.

ps: The second one today...Three thousand words.

The third update...Look at fate...