In the vast desert, the setting sun is like blood.

The hero stood at the top of a sand dune, but his feet were not yellow sand, but dense corpses.

Most of the corpses were wearing armor, one by one, you folded me and I pressed you, covering the entire sand dune, extending to the extreme of your sight, without a glance.

The wolf smoke rolls and the blood is soaring into the sky.

This...is a battlefield?

"I" is the only survivor?

The hero looked down at himself. Sure enough, there was a pair of golden armor on his body at some point. It could be seen that the patterns were gorgeous and the accessories were exquisite. Unfortunately, it was covered with blood, and the traces of knife and axe were countless, and they were already broken.

Suddenly, he staggered for a moment, holding the gun bar beside him before he could fall. In an instant, heavy fatigue and pain came together, and his strength was also passing by rapidly.

His breathing began to become heavy, and his vision gradually blurred. Intuition told him that his life was passing away.

What's going on? Am I in the treasure house of Kunlun Academy? Where is this? Who am I now?

The hero instinctively wanted to mobilize the true energy in his body, but was shocked to find that he could not even find his meridians, and the star and moon plate disappeared without a trace, as if he had returned to the state of an ordinary person in his previous life, but it was obvious that this was not his previous life.

Hallucination? Dreaming? What the hell did with the broken knife?

Realizing this, he breathed a little relieved.

Since everything is not true, I should have nothing to worry about... right?

I hope it is not the kind of routine that is vegetative when dying in a dream. If he comes up, he will let people vent their anger but not inhaled. Why not just kill them?

By the way, I don’t know what’s going on in the treasure house. Is the fool goddess afraid? Are she worried about me?

Using these messy thoughts to soothe the mind, the hero narrowed his eyes and tried to observe the surroundings carefully. Suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his gaze instantly returned to clarity.

A man was walking towards him on the body.

The man was wearing a tattered black cloak, his whole face was hidden under his hood, and he held a long black knife in his hand.

The knife is very similar to the one the hero saw in the treasure house, but it is only more than doubled.

The tip of the knife was slanted downward, and as the man in the cape was steadily shaking, there was no slight trembling.

Black cloak, black long sword, piled up into mountains of corpses, blood-red world...

The hero felt that he was in hell, and the one who was walking towards him was death.

It was strange that the cloaked man was obviously unfast in his pace. He was still under the sand dune just now, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the hero's distance by one foot.

He lowered his head, and the hero still couldn't see what he looked like under his hood.

"So it's you."

The hero spoke, but was also startled because he didn't want to speak at all, let alone know who the other party was.

"It's me." The man in the cloaked voice was hoarse, as cold as ice, and didn't feel like a living person.

"You are the child I trust the most."

The "hero" spoke again, but he was too lazy to be surprised again. What interested him even more at this time was the tone and emotions of his body.

Anger and relief, unwillingness and liberation, contradictory emotions are intertwined and entangled, complex like a mess, vaguely, and seem to be taken for granted.

Is a bloody story about betrayal?

The cape man was silent for a moment and said, "You are also the father I admire the most and the lord I love the most. I used to be, and then I will always be."

"But you still want to kill me."

"It must be killed."

"Hero" shook his head and sighed: "I thought you were the one who understood me the most."

The man with a cape lowered his head, as if he was ashamed of shame. "It is because he understands you that we must stop you."

I'll go! Can you two talk like normal people? Is this the Gu Long Universe? I can cut out three bedrooms and two living rooms on my toes!

The hero laughed while silently complaining, and his voice was filled with contempt and pity.

"I was wrong. I have done so many things over the years that I forgot to cultivate your courage and fearlessness. It is natural that I will have the situation today.

Forget it, let’s do it! I’ll kill all your brothers and sisters, and it’s not unfair to die in your hands.”

The man in the cape said nothing, bowed deeply, then raised his arm and stabbed it out with a knife.

Extremely cruel and ruthless!

The blade was deeply penetrated into the chest of the "hero". When his consciousness was completely dissipated, he grabbed the blade and broke it directly. He took the half-cut blade in his body and took a step back, held the spear in his hand tightly, lowered his head, and let out his last breath.

"Don't...regret..."

The cloaked man's body shook so much, tears fell down with the broken knife, and the man slowly knelt down.

The setting sun was as blood as blood, at the top of the dune filled with countless corpses, one kneeled down, looking like a confession; the other stood, as straight as a javelin.

...

"Hero! Hero! Wake up..."

When the hero came to his senses, he felt that his body was about to fall apart. Su Yanyan's beautiful face was close at hand, tears were hanging on the corners of his eyes, and his expression was full of panic.

"Stop shaking, stop! I'm fine."

Su Yanyan was stunned, and then the surprise was like flowers blooming. He quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and hit him, and said annoyedly: "What happened just now? You suddenly stayed here and couldn't help shouting, so you scared me to death!"

"I don't know what happened, it seems like I've had a dream."

The hero said, turned around and was surprised to find that there was only a knife stand left on the table, and the broken knife had disappeared.

"Where is that knife?"

"Isn't it in your hands?" Su Yanyan looked at him like a fool.

The hero raised his hand, but it was not very good, he was holding it.

The broken knife was simple and simple, without any decoration. The handle of the knife was like a bone, full of a savage and primitive atmosphere.

It is so black that it can absorb light, and it does not even reflect the blade, but this does not prevent it from emitting a cold air.

The hero recognized at a glance that this was the knife that had inserted into "his" chest before.

The sword has a spirit, and I remember the last big boss I killed, so I fell into that strange dream?

This felt a little strange. He didn't even think about it and wanted to put the knife back to its original position.

"By the way," Su Yanyan suddenly exclaimed, scaring him.

"When you took the knife just now, the treasure house shook a little. I suspected that it had shocked the barrier. Let's go quickly!"

The girl said, pulling the hero and running towards the entrance magic circle.

"Hey, wait, the knife hasn't been put back yet!"

"Stop the ink marks, just throw them anywhere."

The hero was helpless and finally glanced at the knife in his hand and placed it in a passing tray.

The place they came in was a stone wall, with a circle of acquired Bagua symbols painted on the wall. Su Yanyan stretched out his fingers and first drew along the Kun hexagram symbol, as if he had filled up three broken bars, and then stroked the Qian hexagram with another finger to break it out.

The next second, the light of the Bagua Chart bloomed and the two disappeared.

The universe is upside down? The principle of teleportation array is that simple?

The hero subconsciously thought, and the light in front of him faded away, and he had already returned to the screen on the third floor of the library.

Swish!

A cold light pierced straight towards him like a jade dragon. He was shocked and didn't bother to think about anything. He took a step forward and protected Su Yanyan firmly behind him.
Chapter completed!