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    The sky became overcast, a gust of wind blew by, and a light rain began to fall.  The rain made a dripping sound on the ground.  Ever since he woke up, Liu Feng seemed to have changed. He was no longer the cheerful kid who chased monkeys all day long. He no longer shouted that Deng Mengxin was a bad guy, and he no longer teased the old monkey for being unable to outrun him.  Son little monkey.  He is completely different from the restless person before, and seems very strange. This strangeness makes people feel scared.  He sat quietly in front of the door and stared at the sky in trance. What did he seem to be thinking about?  This abnormal scene seemed a bit depressing in Deng Mengxin¡¯s eyes. Compared with Liu Feng who was now quietly in a daze, she preferred the active one and always found him so lovable.  But now he is full of loneliness, as if he is the only one left in the world, especially the sadness in his eyes that often makes people feel sad.  I couldn¡¯t help but want to find out, but no matter how I asked him, he just shook his head and nodded. It was unclear whether he was listening or not at all.  Deng Mengxin also asked her master who was drunk and yelling, but the result was that Liu Feng might have remembered something, or maybe he had not remembered anything at all. This answer made her very dissatisfied, but before she could  When she asked again, her master was already drunk and snoring, and she was so angry that she stomped away angrily.  She didn't notice that after she left, her sleeping master opened his eyes and burst out with a ray of light, muttering to himself: Maybe he felt that everything he experienced was not real, maybe he couldn't remember that he was  who?  Du Guilian hopes you can come back soon.  Yes, the Death Doctor correctly guessed Liu Feng's state. He has been thinking about a weird dream since he woke up. He feels that this dream is unreal, but he can't think of anything that is unreal?  He recovered a little memory, but this memory made him feel suffocated, especially since he felt that everything in the dream might be true.  He couldn¡¯t help but want to pursue the truth, but the more he thought about it deliberately, the more he felt that there was a barrier blocking him, like a memory that was sealed in dust and could not find its roots, like a rootless duckweed lost in the river of memory.  However, if he doesn't think about it, he will come up with these thoughts very strangely. If he doesn't think about who he is, he will continue to be lost, not knowing whether it is true or false.  Even he vaguely feels that everything that is happening now is unreal. He sometimes wonders if there is a Death Doctor or Deng Mengxin. He doesn¡¯t know why he thinks so?  It always felt like there were countless threads intertwined in his mind, making him constantly pick up the threads one by one to explore the truth.  The light rain kept falling, and I don't know when it stopped. The fresh air made people breathe smoothly and comfortably. He was sitting there like a stone statue, watching the rain fall and stop. The confusion in his eyes became thicker and thicker, as if it could not be dissolved.  The clouds and mist surrounded him, and he felt that when he could remember everything, he parted the clouds and saw a brand new world.  It¡¯s just that this unknown, this fear of the future, makes him not want to wake up, so I sleep alone while everyone else wakes up.  During this period of time, Deng Mengxin may be out of repayment, or mixed with other emotions. Like a virtuous wife, she prepared delicious meals and watched the meals she cooked quietly and tenderly, as if to her.  It's a very happy moment.  Unconsciously, Liu Feng also took these things for granted. He no longer thought about who he was?  He talks to Deng Mengxin every day, but most of the time it is Deng Mengxin who does the talking. He listens quietly and occasionally nods to show that he is listening.  Liu Feng only feels that such warm and somewhat happy time is becoming less and less, and he cherishes it.  He longs for such a simple and ordinary life, without thinking about other things or thinking about the future?  No need to think about who he is?  He always has a feeling permeating his heart. When he remembers who he is, he will face a fact that he cannot accept. Just like that weird dream, what happened comes true one by one.  Like an unbreakable shackle, it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and illusion, lost in the alternation of creation and destruction.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ A beautiful sunset hangs on the horizon, and is gradually setting in the west at a speed visible to the naked eye. The stretching mountains and forest trees seem to be sprinkled with a layer of gold, which is dazzling but not dazzling.  At this time, Liu Feng was sitting there as usual, watching the beauty of all this, and he showed a knowing smile.  A figure shuttled through, as if it had torn apart the space and arrived. He saw the person coming. It was no one else. It was Du Guanlun, who claimed to be his master, who had left a few months ago.  At this time, Du Guanlun was in an extremely embarrassed state, and his black robe was stained with fresh blood.? However, when the person was not close, waves of thick bloody air hit his face, but when he saw Liu Feng, his eyes showed a smile, which was an extremely gratifying smile.  "Master, you are back." This was the first time Liu Feng spoke since he helped Deng Mengxin repair Danhai. He didn't know why, but when he saw this person, he couldn't help blurting out.  "My master is back. This is the fruit I brought for you. Do you want to eat it?" Du Guanlun was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much about it. He didn't forget that when he left, this apprentice begged for fruit. He brought  Here they come, lots and lots, enough for Liu Feng to eat.  Putting the fruit in Liu Feng's hand, he touched Liu Feng's black hair, but ignored him and walked directly to the house of the Death Doctor.  Standing there blankly, Liu Feng looked at his master¡¯s leaving figure with a complicated look on his face. Are you really my master?  As soon as he entered the room, Du Guanlun looked at the death doctor who was sleeping with his head covered, pulled and shouted.  "Old drunkard, wake up." "Don't bother me! I'm not awake yet. Let's sleep a little longer If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later" The Death Doctor looked at the person with sleepy eyes and muttered a few times.  So, I lay down and fell asleep again.  This was not a problem for Du Guanlun. Du Guanlun gave a wry smile, a wine gourd appeared in his hand, he unscrewed it and a stream of alcohol vapor floated out, and he shook it in front of the doctor of death.  The sleeping Death Doctor sniffed, and you could see that he still had his eyes closed, but he was shaking his head as the wine gourd swayed.  "Good wine, but no one drank it, so I poured it down." "Don't say goodbye." The Death Doctor shuddered, climbed up, grabbed the wine gourd, and held it in his arms, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it from him.  "Hey, your injuries are very serious. If you don't cultivate yourself, you may have hidden dangers." After taking a sip of wine, he burped comfortably, squinting his drunken eyes, the Death Doctor looked at Du Guanlun with a heavy expression.  "Don't talk about it yet. I've found everything you want. Do you think it's enough?" Du Guanlun didn't dwell on this. Instead, he threw out a storage bag and threw it in front of the Death Doctor.  The Death Doctor took a look at the storage bag and nodded with a smile. Then he pinched his hands a little worriedly and the house was enveloped in it. Then he slowly said: "That's enough, that's enough. But Du Guilian, I  But I have to remind you, that kid Liu Feng, he may have vaguely discovered that everything he experienced is actually an illusion but he still wants to understand it thoroughly" The Death Doctor looked at Du Guanlun with some worry, not knowing  This is good and bad.  "Huh? We are doing this all for him. We will tell him sooner or later. And you are just guessing now. He didn't find anything, right?" Du Guanlun was slightly shocked and smiled without worrying too much.  "But I'm afraid that he won't be able to withstand the real blow. This is what we discussed at the beginning, but it will cause him great harm. After all, if he finds out that he is still in a dream, even us I'm afraid that he will not be able to think about it  He even makes incomprehensible actionsthat will affect the master's plan" The Death Doctor is not as optimistic as Du Guanlun. He is still a little optimistic. He is worried that Liu Feng will have an impact on the matter after knowing the truth.  "Don't say he didn't find it. Even if he did, it would be fine. I always believed he would make the right choice, and this time is no exception." Du Guanlun showed an extremely confident smile. He believed as always that Liu Fengfeng made the right choice.  No matter this time or before, he always believed this.  "Well, I can't tell you, don't forget, you are not his master, and I am not some kind of death doctor. Only that girl is real, we are all illusions, although this feeling makes me really fucking  "Enjoy it." "Forget it, I have enough medicinal materials. I need to go into seclusion for a while. You can do whatever you want during this time, but I don't care."  Then he pushed Du Guanlun out, closed the door, and pressed a broken jar in the thatched house. Only a clicking sound was heard, and an underground passage appeared in the house. Who would have thought that there would be a hidden mechanism in such a thatched house?  Du Guanlun sighed, glanced at Liu Feng sitting on the stone bench, and walked over.  "What is Xiao Wu thinking about?" Du Guanlun asked tentatively, looking at Liu Feng who was worried.  "Master, I'm thinking, who am I? Can you tell me who I am?" Liu Feng said what he was thinking without any hesitation.  "Oh? Who are you? You are Liu Feng, the fifth disciple of my Du Guanlun sect, Xiao Wu, who else could it be?" Du Guanlun's heart skipped a beat.??, this situation seems familiar. He knows that once Liu Feng figures out this problem, all the truth will be revealed to him. Xiao Wu, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to tell you the truth, but it¡¯s just not the time yet. It¡¯s not good for him to bear all this prematurely.  There is no good for you, otherwise my master would have told you a long time ago, and you would not be here now "Master, I had a dream. This dream is very weird. Do you want to hear it?" Liu Feng's face showed a hint of mystery.  road.  "Oh? What dream?" Du Guanlun was curious, what dream did he have?  asked casually.  "I dreamed that in the endless blood, like a sea of ??blood, there was a blood lotus. After a long time, this blood lotus gave birth to a will, and I was like this blood lotus.  Lian's will" Liu Feng told the strange dream he had as if he was telling a story.  "What else?" The smile on Du Guanlun's face gradually dissipated, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face. He didn't notice that even his tone became a little serious, and he was not as casual as before.
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