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Chapter 63 Bloody Dream

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    Guo Huang felt as if he had a God's perspective, as if he was right next to his ears regardless of the distance. The other party's language was so ancient that it made people doubt whether it was Chinese, but Guo Huang unexpectedly understood the meaning.

    "Father, I can't sleep."

    "Really, you keep saying that you are already an adult and you are just going to see the innocent child tomorrow. Do you need to be so excited?"

    "Of course, father, the legend of the pure child has been circulating in the village for so many years. Our village relies on the pure child to have good weather. I have been looking forward to being a boy close to the pure child for three years. Finally, I was chosen by lot. I  Of course I was too excited to sleep."

    "Huang, it's not that easy to be a hair boy. In the past, you had to drink poison to make you unable to speak. It's just because your grandpa is a priest and has high morals and high respect, you don't have to suffer such torture. If it wasn't for your temper  You are born too wild and no one can stop you from what you decide. I will never let you be the first child."

    "I don't understand who came up with such cruel rules. Does it mean you don't want people to talk to innocent people?"

    Guo Huang looked at the young man. Although he had long hair and was wearing clothes from an unknown prehistoric dynasty, he looked familiar, but he couldn't recognize who it was for a moment. When he tried to zoom in closer, he was once again shrouded in white mist.  , he had to walk again, and once again walked out of the fog, this time he came to a cave.

    Guo Huang saw the harsh mountain wind outside and heavy snowfall, but it was as warm as spring inside the cave. After Guo Huang saw the scene clearly, he was shocked. He saw a girl wearing white sand, with dark cloud-like hair floating on her hips*  , face is pure and beautiful, pale and soft, clear and ethereal, otherworldly, unparalleled in beauty, pure and beautiful, elegant and weak, innocent and beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy, overwhelmingly beautiful, unparalleled beauty, pretty face, delicate and charming, infinitely charming,  Delicate and graceful, with icy skin, she is as beautiful as a hibiscus emerging from the water, and as clear as a fairy.

    Guo Huang instantly remembered so many beautiful words to describe her. His heart was beating like a hundred deer running. With that strong and thick feeling, he should be in a state similar to thinking.  However, the moment he saw this girl, he felt as if he had regained his physical body.

    "This feeling is like a flame erupting, like a mountain tilting, like riding a roller coaster. Is this the legendary love at first sight?"

    Just when Guo Huang¡¯s heart was throbbing, a young man walked in from outside the cave. His head and body were covered with white snow. He was wearing thin clothes and his body was shaking with cold. He said in a hoarse voice for a long time:

    "Chizi, here I come."

    The girl was sitting on a stone chair, teasing the little fox that was always white. When she heard his voice, she looked surprised and said:

    "Huang, are you here?"

    "Well, of course, have we agreed?"

    "But it suddenly snowed, and all the roads up the mountain were blocked. How did you get up there?"

    "Of course I climbed up, Chizi, I brought this to you."

    The young man carefully took out a thin bronze piece from his arms. The copper piece was round. Guo Huang felt that it looked a bit like a breast shield from ancient armor. The girl known as the innocent girl said:

    "What's this?"

    "It's a 'mirror'. With it, you can always see your appearance, and you can also use it to comb your hair."

    "This copper piece doesn't look like it can hold water. How can it be a mirror without water?"

    The girl¡¯s question reflects the changes in the origin of mirrors. Ancient humans first saw their own images in the water of rivers and ponds, so there was a stage when water was used as a mirror.  Viewing images in rivers and ponds is limited by natural conditions. When it is windy or rainy, the water surface is uneven or the water flow is turbid, and the image cannot be seen clearly.

    So it evolved from life experience to using a vessel to hold water to take pictures. This is the "water mirror".  The earliest people used pottery basins to hold water to see their own image. Among the cultural relics of primitive society unearthed in Banpo Village, Xi'an, my country, there are pottery pots used to hold water.  Later, there were copper basins, and copper basins were used to hold water.  Using the "water mirror", you can only look down at the image, but not up.  In the Bronze Age, because the copper surface can reflect light, people directly used the copper surface to take pictures, thus producing the bronze mirror.

    "This is a bronze mirror, not a water mirror, look."

    The boy pointed the chip at Nako, and the girl immediately saw her own image. Although it was a little blurry compared to the crystal, the feeling was really wonderful. She couldn't help but stretched out her white arms like the purest white snow in surprise.  He held a mirror in his hand, looked at himself in the mirror and said:

    ¡°It¡¯s really strange to be able to look up and see my own shadow clearly for the first time.¡±Soon he found himself shrouded in fog again. Guo Huang looked at it blankly. This time he was not looking for a way out. Suddenly, a hand put on his shoulder and said:

    "Huang, do you know what color the crystals in the Jade Bath Garden are?"

    Guo Huang felt that his body was frozen, and he must not be able to move, not even the corners of his eyes or even his thoughts. He just heard the voice saying:

    "It's blood-colored, because those were my last tears."

    Guo Huangzhi heard a pop, and an arm whiter than the purest Chuxue pierced his chest. The severe pain reminded him of the violent Meiyu who pierced his chest in 'The Strongest Disciple in History'  The cold, sweet, and fragrant breath in his abdomen echoed in his ears:

    "Remember this feeling, no matter what world you are in, no matter what dimension you are in, no matter how long the time has passed, don't forget it, I will find you."

    Ah ah ah ah ah!

    The overwhelming pain caused Guo Huang to let out a heartbreaking cry, and he woke up suddenly. He woke up from the bed and covered his chest, but there was nothing there, only a purple crystal fell on the bed sheet, and Miyamoto Rei.  The virgin red is stained together, exuding a coquettish light.

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