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Chapter five hundred and nineteen, out of the dream

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    Later, at the most famous happy paradise wedding photography studio, the boss helped them insert a day at the end of April.  The reason was that his son was working as an assistant to the department manager in a certain branch of Qiqiang Mall; and a couple of couples who were scheduled to take wedding photos on this day canceled their appointment due to a breakup.

    At this time, Guo Anni told Lan Feiyang with a smile that she had booked the wedding venue in December last year, in the most luxurious Emperor Wedding City, at the end of May.  The wedding can be held just as soon as the wedding photos are taken out.

    When Lan Feiyang heard that, he hugged Guo Anni ecstatically and circled around: "Sister Lian, you are too wise and far-sighted! Now I can marry you home at least half a year in advance. I really love you to death!"

    The reason why Guo Anni booked the wedding venue in advance was that on the day Lan Feiyang mortgaged Qiqiang Real Estate for one billion and handed over the money to her, Zeng told Guo Hongwei that the two of them were going to get married soon anyway, and his money was hers.  Yes, her sky is also his.

    At that time, she was moved and felt that she should really get married, and knew that it was difficult to find a venue for the wedding, so she made an appointment in advance.

    I thought to myself, as long as Lan Feiyang mentioned that he wanted to marry her, she would agree.  But who would have thought that this guy would not speak for so long, waiting for her to speak before the coming year.  What is this called, who proposes to whom?  So I deliberately kept it from telling him that I had agreed on a wedding venue to make him anxious.

    After Lan Feiyang knew the whole story, he shouted for injustice.  He originally wanted to propose marriage after he had achieved a small success in cultivation, after all, he would have more free time to accompany her to get married and travel around for honeymoon.

    But this time he was in a dangerous place, and his physical body was always unable to come out, which made him a little anxious, and he wanted to have her openly and honestly as soon as possible.

    Late at night, Lan Feiyang came to the ninth space again.  At this time, Song Jiajia was almost forty years old.  In this ancient era, there were neither skin care products nor beauty creams, so the beauty of women gradually withered, not only wrinkles, dark spots, but also sagging skin.

    Lan Feiyang was really heartbroken to see it.  But he didn't know how to teach Song Jiajia to practice at the earliest time in his physical body, and it was too late after his consciousness returned.

    In addition, Song Jiajia's cultivation aptitude is not very good, so she has only just practiced Qi so far.  But what is the use of keeping this nearly forty-year-old face unchanged for ten years?  What's more, ten years here is just a little more than four days outside!  Lan Feiyang felt powerless holding her.

    That night, he had a dream, dreaming that Song Jiajia was growing old rapidly in his arms: her hair went from gray to completely white, the orange wrinkles on her face became deeper and deeper, her eyes gradually turned yellow and dull, and her tightly grasping hands  It also became dry and cracked old bark He woke up with a terrified cry.  And Song Jiajia was gone.

    He ran outside the wooden house to search, only to find that not only Song Jiajia was gone, but also his sons and daughters, and those tribal peoples had all disappeared!

    How is this going?  !  He searched around in shock and bewilderment, and finally found some sleeping people in a cave in the distance, but he didn't know any of them!  And the people who were awakened also looked at him in horror and hostility, as if they didn't even know him.

    "It's a dream, this must still be in a dream!" He shouted and rushed out of the cave.

    However, returning to the direction of the wooden house where he lived before, the wooden house is still there!  I pinched my arm and felt pain.  what happened?  What exactly is going on?  !

    With a flash of light, the boy's old blood suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.  "I feel space fluctuations, what's going on?"

    Lan Feiyang shook his head and shouted, "I don't know! I don't know!"

    After Lan Feiyang calmed down a little, after listening to his story, the old blood boy understood what was going on.  He slowly expressed his opinion: "You may have entered the scene you saw in the mountains."

    "Ah" Lan Feiyang's eyes widened in shock.

    "It's just that you have come out again now." The old blood of the boy said uncertainly, "The spatial fluctuation just now was probably caused by you being teleported back."

    "What?" Lan Feiyang stared at the boy, Laoxue, as if listening to an Arabian Nights tale.

    The boy's old blood frowned and analyzed again: "Or you have walked into a memory left here in your previous life. The small raindrops that sprinkled on your head are the decomposition of memory fragments. The memory just now is gone, so everything disappears  gone."

    "" Lan Feiyang was a little silly: "But, so true"

    The old blood of the boy sighed: "Boy, you have fallen into a dream too deeply."

    "Other things are fine, but Song Jiajia" Lan Feiyang sat down on the grass on the hillside, "She is so enthusiastic, and her smile is so real. Seeing her getting old, I am very sad"

    "Idiot, why do you want to drill?"What about the tip of the horn?  Everyone is going to grow old, and it's the same if you haven't cultivated.  The boy Laoxue shook his head and sighed softly.

    "You should be thankful that this space allowed you to meet Song Jiajia again. She also spent the most youthful and beautiful time happily because of this. Although the complete you didn't spend much time with her, she always wanted you  The physical body, or your previous life's love, is a thousand times happier than Feng Rong and Xiao Shixin, right? I think she should be content."

    "But is everything real or a dream?" Lan Feiyang asked while tearing his hair in pain.

    "No matter what it is, it's just a short section of scenery you pass by. All in all, you are just a passerby walking through this space." The boy Laoxue enlightened.

    "Then what are these spaces?" Lan Feiyang raised his head and asked unconsciously.

    "As far as I know, these spaces are all imitations, copying a certain place or repeating a small period in the long history of the earth. It's probably like a game in reality, controlled by a program. It's just that these programs are very  Senior, even I can't figure out the way for the time being."

    The old blood boy sighed, "Perhaps after becoming a god, you can take a peek at one or two. Otherwise, how can you let Xia Chong understand what ice is? You are on a small point on the earth, how can you reveal the entire vast universe?"  What about the mystery? So boy, you should do your best."

    The old blood of the boy was gone, and Lan Feiyang thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to ignore it and practice steadily.

    "Jiajia, even if it's a dream, I have had you again for a while." Lan Feiyang stood up and shook his fist at the cold moon in the sky, "Jiajia, you will always be my Lan Feiyang's woman!"

    At dawn, Lan Feiyang discovered that this space turned out to be the continuation of his dream. A grand funeral was being held in the clan, and it was the old Mrs. Hu, the mother of Leader Yan, who was buried.

    Yan, who was about forty-five years old, with tall hair and three beards, wore sackcloth and filial piety himself, crying bitterly.  However, despite their similar faces, Lan Feiyang couldn't sense any kindness and familiarity from Yan.

    He understood: this is really just a copy or a replay version, this Yan is really not the Yan he is familiar with!  But in fact, is Yan his son?  Maybe, Yan is his son from the previous life?

    He left the funeral ceremony with a sense of loss.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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