As always, there is hot soup cooked by Chu Yu on the stove over low heat. After living in this city for a long time, I have naturally become accustomed to its crazy days every year. In the windy and rainy weather, there is a mouthful of hot soup. Always heartwarming.
Chu Zihan took a hot bath and comfortably enjoyed the hot soup carefully prepared by her sister. There were no other activities in the evening. She used to practice bamboo knife hitting every night. Since that incident was over, her practice has continued from Every day turned into a week, and even if the things she learned were no longer needed, she would not become lazy immediately. She is such a self-disciplined person.
She didn't tell Chu Yu what happened today, and Chu Yu rarely asked her sister what she was doing when she came back so late. Everyone has their own private space, and even people who are very close may not be willing to share it. Normally, The two of them slept in the same spacious bedroom and had enough contact with each other.
The bedroom was originally two rooms, but after being opened up, it became one. The left half belonged to Chu Zihan. Looking at the neat shelves on the table and the neatly placed information, you knew that the owner must be strict with himself. The wardrobes are all in a simple and simple Nordic style, with bamboo knives and coat racks leaning against them in the corners.
The right half belongs to Chu Shi. The tablecloth is just a flashy one. Feite is staying tonight. The wall of the solid wood wardrobe is covered with stickers of various anime characters. Several beautiful clothes for cosplay are hung on the doorknob and dance in the wind. Pink and tender, these two completely different styles are divided into two worlds by the double bed in the center.
Deep into my sleep at night, I always feel that I am extra tired today. When sleeping, Chu Zihan still wraps around Chu Zihan like an octopus. This is her habit. She always has to hold something when she falls asleep. She used to be Disney's Pooh Bear, later she thought that thing was not warm, so she hugged my sister instead.
At first, Chu Zihan was not used to it, but gradually he got used to it. Before lying down, he would consciously stretch out his right arm and let Chu Zihan hug him happily. This is actually good, because you can feel that there is always someone around you, and you won't always feel sad alone when you think of those unhappy things.
Perhaps because he thought too much and his thoughts fell asleep quickly, Chu Zihan had a rare dream tonight. This was a very strange dream. She actually dreamed of Chu Tianjiao. It stands to reason that such an unpleasant conversation had taken place, so she should be deeply hurt by this man.
In the dream, he was on a viaduct in a heavy rain, rising straight into the clouds like a dragon. Just like the urban legend Chu Tianjiao said, he was surrounded by countless dead waiters, so many that they were like swarming ants. They were obviously bigger than what Chu Zihan had encountered. The previous one was even more terrifying. The fingers had been completely replaced by sharp claws as long as a knife, making people think of swarms of Edward Scissorhands.
Chu Tianjiao held two long knives in his hands, rotating and cutting the rain curtain, bringing out a dazzling arc light. The rain was actually split into two by him, and the water splashed everywhere. His eyes were as bright as gold at this moment.
The transparent domain opened up in the rain curtain, and Chu Tianjiao stretched out his throat and let out a low roar. Wherever the domain was covered, the flow of time slowed down. Countless water droplets hovered in the air, and he let the two swords cut them. Everything It's like a slow-motion movie. Only that man was still so slow and fast. He turned around and swung his knife, stepped on his feet, rotated, and moved forward and backward freely, slashing horizontally and vertically. Black blood splashed under his feet along with the water curtain, and the dark red scars were like long ribbons. He was reaching the extreme. The light of the sword is like a silver flying swallow.
The Deadpools were like tarsal maggots, constantly coming from all directions, but none of them could touch Chu Tianjiao, and the blade would cut him in half as soon as they got close.
It is said in ancient books that a true general should be the first enemy general among ten thousand people, but the only one whose history can be traced is Guan Yu. Back then, by the Baima River, the second master was as brave as this man. He was not Simply slashing endless enemies, even moving forward with some kind of goal.
Chu Zihan wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it because this was just a weird dream, and she was not the only one looking at Chu Tianjiao in this dream. In the direction Chu Tianjiao was heading, there was a cross-sea bridge, and an incredible light stood on the bridge.
Standing in the white light was a horse as majestic as a mountain. It was covered in heavy armor with staggered metal patterns. Its white fur was flowing with a spar-like glow. Its eight majestic legs were like the brackets used by a crane to stabilize the body. It clasped the ground with its dark golden horseshoe, opening up wounds one after another on the hard road every time. There was a silver-white mask on his cheek, and after every thunderous scream, the metal nostrils on the mask spurted out flying lightning and thunder shards.
A huge black shadow sat on the horseback, covered in dark golden armor. The rain sprinkled on it and picked up a little splash, as if it had given the armor another layer of shimmer. He held a curved spear in his hand, and the arc of the gun's body was like the trajectory of a meteor streaking across the sky. On the veneered face, a single golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a giant lamp.
It should not have appeared in this world, just because he is a character that exists in mythology. Countless games use him as a prototype, and many legends sing about his heroic legend.
But now he is really standing there, sealing the cross-sea bridge in an insurmountable manner. The eight-legged horse Sleipnir is ready to move, and the divine spear Gangnir is ready to go.
In Nordic mythology, the image of Odin, the fighting god in charge of the Hall of Heroes, is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Chu Zihan will never admit it wrong, but how could something like that appear in his dream? Could it be that because I watched too many anime and played too many games with Chu Yi, my imagination began to run wild and was completely out of control? If we continue at this pace, maybe we will see Hello Kitty fighting Marvel heroes in our next dream.
Huge thunder exploded, and the sky across the city reverberated with dull thunder. Chu Zihan opened her eyes from her dream, as if she was standing on the viaduct just a second ago. The scene was so real that it made people... I thought about whether Chu Tianjiao had always been like this, guarding the peace of the city in the unknown Nibelungen.
Chu Shi's quiet breathing came from beside her, and the dim bedside lamp illuminated her face. Since sleeping with Chu Zihan, her fear of thunder has been completely cured. Chu Zihan was awakened by the thunder tonight, but she still slept very comfortably, rubbing against Chu Zihan's arm like a cat.
Chu Zihan gently pulled away and left. She got out of bed and went to the table to pour herself a glass of ice water. Her mind was filled with the dream she had just had. She suspected that the dream was implying something, but she couldn't figure it out.
There was a slight knock on the door downstairs. Chu Zihan glanced at the electronic clock in surprise. The time was 3:44 in the morning. Who would visit at this time?
