A ignited match rope...the explosive sound of gunshots...blood...the police...gun-related crimes...affected...
As a modern rational young man who has been educated in countless traps, and whose first reaction is to run away at the slightest sign of trouble, Su Daoshan instantly thought of a lot of associations in his mind, alarm bells rang, and he was completely awake.
Everything came back to his mind again - Su Daoshan was shocked to find that in his left eye was a hotel, but in his right eye was a carriage.
No, there was no hotel at all, I was still in the carriage. It’s just that I don’t know what Fan Caiyi did to create an overlapping illusion and pull everyone in the carriage into it!
Almost at the moment when Su Daoshan regained consciousness, he discovered that the copper plates that Fan Caiyi had scattered on the floor of the carriage exploded into pieces as if they had been detonated by some force. The fragments crackled against the wooden planks of the carriage.
The hotel world in the overlapping vision is also rapidly disintegrating. The struggling look that had disappeared on Tu Sen's face suddenly appeared. His eyes were beating rapidly, as if he was being shocked by electricity, constantly switching between the whites of his eyes and his pupils.
"Oops!" Su Daoshan's heart skipped a beat. He instantly guessed that it was his waking up that caused the dream to collapse.
The next second, the eyes of the man in black must have revealed their fierce glare!
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the firecracker was launched.
Su Daoshan watched helplessly as the gun hit the man in black's chest firmly. However, at this critical moment, the nine-ring sword in the man's hand once again shattered a ring.
With a bang, the body of the man in black suddenly turned into metal. Although it was a moment too late, this change saved his life.
The iron bullet tore his clothes and even opened a bloody hole in his chest, but it failed to kill him. The instant metalization turned his entire body into a solid metal sculpture.
At this moment, Su Daoshan felt that his whole body was in chaos.
Even if he thought about it later, he couldn't remember what happened in less than half a second.
He only remembered that at that moment, the metallic light on the man in black was fading away. His face was completely deformed by pain and anger, and his right hand holding a nine-ringed sword was making a swinging motion.
At that moment, the girl's face turned pale, and her eyes looked at her with disbelief and determination. She turned her left hand and something appeared in her palm.
At that moment, Sister Xing'er looked at herself in a daze, and her mouth seemed to be calling "Master".
At that moment, the narrow carriage was so chaotic. But in the field of vision, the girl's clear and complicated eyes, Sister Xing'er's dazed face, the shaking carriage and the floating dust in the sun were all finally fixed on the ferocious face of the man in black and his knife.
At that same moment, countless chaotic and vague thoughts flashed through my mind. The clearest one is: if this knife is swung out, everyone on the carriage will be cut in two!
Su Daoshan didn't know when he held the sword and saw a bright spot on the injured chest of the man in black.
Poof, blood splattered!
…
Su Daoshan felt that he had had a strange dream.
The dream lasted only a second, but was extremely long and chaotic.
He dreamed that he was struck by a light from the hand of a girl with an oval face, and something got in between his eyebrows.
He dreamed that he looked through the roof of the carriage and saw a little girl floating in the air. The little girl slowly lowered her head, and when her originally empty eyes looked at her, there was something inexplicable.
It seems to be trying to remember his own appearance, which makes people shudder.
He also dreamed of a man in black with skin covered with smooth scales, looking at him with his dead fish-like eyes, full of confusion, as if he had seen something incredible.
The man in black opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but what came out of his mouth was a large amount of viscous blood. Then, the light in his pupils went out and he fell down. A sword was thrust into his heart, almost piercing it.
In his dream, he vaguely heard three bangs of clappers, and the sound of bells. Then, from all over the world, from all over the world, pairs of eyes seemed to be looking over. Either curious, or surprised, or vicious, or fierce...
What followed was chaos.
There are women screaming, there are messy footsteps, the sound of wheels, the sound of horse hooves, men's shouts and questions, the sound of swords being unsheathed...
"ah!"
Su Daoshan opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, breathing heavily like a drowning man emerging from the water, sweating profusely. And looking around, he found that he was sitting safely on the carriage.
The carriage stopped at some point. The carriage was quiet and quiet. There was no Fairy Fan and no man in black. He was lying on the soft cushion and fell asleep just now.
Su Daoshan immediately touched his eyebrows with his hand.
However, no matter whether he touched it with his hands or looked in the mirror, he found nothing unusual. He pulled out his sword and saw that it was clean.
"Master, are you having a nightmare?" Sister Xing'er on the side was alarmed, turned over and sat up, wiped his sweat with a towel, and asked with concern.
The carriage's compartment wall was also knocked, and Feng Ting's voice came: "Second Young Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Su Daoshan said subconsciously.
"We have arrived at the south gate of Yishan City and are now queuing up to enter the city." Feng Ting said.
"I know." Su Daoshan replied absently, staring at the shocking pool of blood on the curtain at the rear of the carriage. Two pieces of wood at the right end of the carriage wall were also broken. It was swaying with the bumps of the carriage.
Su Daoshan turned to look at Sister Xing'er and found that Xiafei's cheeks were slightly sweaty and the tip of her nose was slightly sweaty. She seemed to have just woken up from her sleep.
"Why did we fall asleep?" Su Daoshan asked.
Sister Xing'er opened her mouth, her eyes blank.
"Nothing special happened just now, right?" Su Daoshan pointed to the rear of the car and asked, "Why is there blood there and the carriage is broken?"
"Did nothing happen?" Sister Xing'er looked in the direction indicated by Su Daoshan, her eyes even more blank. "Didn't it happen, Master, when you were attacked by a crazy puppet? I remember just getting in the car like that."
"It's okay." Su Daoshan was generally sure. He glanced at Sister Xing'er's head helplessly, sighed, got up and got out of the carriage.
Outside the carriage, the sun was already setting. The clouds in the sky seemed to be burned by flames, and Yishan City was right in front of them.
The carriage stopped only thirty meters away from the city gate. Perhaps it was because they were finally home, everyone seemed to be in high spirits. The coachmen, boys and guards all gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and joking.
Everyone looked normal. It was as if I had really just been dreaming.
Su Daoshan raised his head and looked at the city wall.
Even if he is used to seeing high-rise buildings, Su Daoshan can't help but be shocked by this hundred-meter-high city wall. The tall buildings are scattered. But the walls of Yishan City stretch endlessly. It's like a big mountain rising from the plains.
Yishan City is thirteen miles long from east to west and ten miles wide from north to south. The city tower is 100 meters high, and the lowest point of the city wall is 80 meters. The thickest part is nearly 200 meters. Standing at the foot of such a majestic city that has never been seen before, people are as small as ants!
Su Daoshan stared at the city wall in confusion.
In particular, the name Song Xi'er kept swirling in his mind, making him feel familiar, as if he had seen it there.
"Second Young Master," Feng Ting, who was not far away, saw him get out of the car and led the horse over. "I just received news that the aliens led the crazy puppets to retreat, and the people in the Qilingmen convoy have been rescued.
"We may be late entering the city. Commander Gao and others will escort the convoy over quickly. They should arrive soon. The city gate has stopped entering the city for inspection. It will be our turn until they enter the city."
"Oh?" Su Daoshan's heart moved and he cast his eyes on Feng Ting, "So fast?"
Feng Ting smiled and said: "It's not too fast. It took us an hour to get here. The carriage broke down halfway just now, which delayed a little time. I saw that you were sleeping, second young master, so I didn't disturb you."
An hour?
Su Daoshan thought to himself that he was at the T-shaped garrison in the southwest. At normal convoy speed, even if it was a little slower, half an hour would be enough. But I didn't expect that more than an hour had passed.
As for the carriage breaking down, Su Daoshan didn't believe a word of it.
It's not that Feng Ting lied, but that he had the strange experience before and understood better than anyone else that he might be the only one in this convoy who is truly awake and remembers what happened!
"By the way," Su Daoshan asked pretending to be casual, "What are the casualties of the Qilingmen convoy? I heard that the Snow Fairy from Hangu was also in the convoy?"
Although Su Daoshan's tone was casual, Feng Ting still looked at him with a strange look after hearing this.
The second young master of the Su family is famous for being a lump.
This teenage boy is just beginning to have a love affair with Shao Ai. But this young master of his own treated everyone equally. Have you ever seen someone who has a crush on other girls, criticizing the ills of the times, talking about the past and present, and even getting furious and walking away?
This is it!
Over the years, the Su family has never heard him mention any woman in particular. This has almost become a worry for everyone in the family!
The sun is coming out in the west today, are you finally enlightened? Or is this Snow Fairy so famous that even his own wooden young master is attracted to her?
Feng Ting secretly decided to report this matter when he got home.
But... Feng Ting was a little worried in his heart. Just let this foolish young man get his wits about you. He has his sights on anyone, but it is Fairy Han Guxue.
This is not necessarily a good thing.
Seeing Su Daoshan turn his head to look, Feng Ting quickly concealed his emotions and nodded: "I was in the convoy. I heard that I fought with a mutant from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and was seriously injured, but luckily I was saved."
As Feng Ting spoke, he hesitated to speak. After thinking for a while, he finally decided not to tell his young master that Yue Shifeng had saved Fairy Snow.
Even before people entered the city, rumors about the hero saving the beauty had already spread throughout the country.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came. Su Daoshan and everyone looked towards the end of the road. Soon, the red cavalry team of the Fire Army turned through a forest and appeared in sight.
The Fire Army cleared the way, the city guards moved back, and the convoy of Qilingmen, surrounded by the heads, elders and disciples of the major aristocratic families, speeded over.
People evacuated to the roadside and tried to leave as many roads as possible. War horses galloped, wheels rolled, people were like tigers and horses were like dragons, and large groups of people roared past. In the queue, a group of proud children from aristocratic families stood out.
Suddenly, the disciples of the aristocratic family saw Su Daoshan on the roadside from a high position. A young man pointed at his whistle while he was galloping, and pointed his riding crop at him without knowing what he said. The team burst into laughter.
Laughter and pairs of playful eyes flew past the sound of horse hooves, causing everyone around to turn their heads to look at Su Daoshan.
Su Daoshan looked dull and unconscious. He stared at the motorcade whose wheels were rolling by, and at a certain moment, his eyes collided with the eyes of a girl exposed through the window of a carriage.
"Fuck, it's you!"
