Yu Xingyang said, "Of course, we're going back to the border battlefield to meet up with the Cang Ming army!"
Ding Meng immediately raised his guard. "The two countries are at war. Why are we meeting up with the Cang Ming army?"
Yu Xingyang said proudly, "Of course, we're going to conquer the world, unify the five countries, and conquer the world!"
Ding Meng said in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, I don't remember you to be that kind of person."
Yu Xingyang said, "I'm carrying out the will of the Holy Spirit."
Ding Meng said coldly, "The Holy Tree protects the people of the world. It will never start a war and bring disaster. This is not the will of the Holy Spirit."
The smile on Yu Xingyang's face disappeared. "So you're not coming with us?"
Ding Meng said angrily, "You're definitely not the real Mr. and Mrs. Yu."
Yu Xingyang replied coldly, "Since you're not coming with us, there's no need to keep you around."
He then turned his head to signal Long Yao. Long Yao immediately pulled out her shiny Ling Xian knife. The moment the knife was drawn, even the surroundings were lit up by its dazzling brilliance.
Ding Meng suddenly felt a splitting headache. He could not muster the strength to resist.
Swoosh!
The curved saber light was already in front of his eyes, and he could even feel the cold aura on his face.
Ding Meng collapsed. He felt a piercing pain in his chest. He knew that the knife had pierced through his heart. The pain did not seem to be pain, but a kind of relief.
This feeling was like a person who had worked hard for many years suddenly being freed from the shackles and shackles. Ding Meng even had the urge to cover his head and sleep.
At this moment, his vision returned to normal. Ripples appeared in front of him again. This was indeed an illusion created by Shen Guang Technology. But this illusion was too real. It was even more real than the one on the Rainbow Star. This was because the Yu Xingyang he sensed was the real Yu Xingyang. His figure, appearance, clothing, and even his aura were exactly the same.
Ding Meng felt weak all over again. This was not a problem with the Origin, but a kind of depression. As for the reason, he could not explain it. He had never felt so tired before. It was a kind of tiredness that came from the bottom of his heart, as if he was tired of everything.
He thought of his hometown, a village with beautiful scenery, a long river, lush green lawns, and a golden childhood. Unfortunately, all of this had been ruined by a sudden disaster ….
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the scene around him began to change again. He took a closer look and found that he had returned to the CEO's office of the Shenghao Branch in Blue Pole Star City.
The Xi Crystal Glass no longer emitted a blue shimmer, but a pink color. The office was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"You're finally back!" Lan Bing's voice came from beside the desk.
This time, Ding Meng knew what was going on. What was this illusion doing?
However, no matter how mentally prepared he was, he could not resist the scene in front of him. Lan Bing was wearing a bikini swimsuit with a thin layer of gauze draped over her body. Her snow-white skin and slender figure were in full view of him.
"Did you miss me?" Lan Bing hooked her arms around his neck as soon as she came up.
Ding Meng did not move. Just like the previous illusion, Lan Bing was the real Lan Bing. Even if she was an illusion, she was no different from a real person. Ding Meng could smell the fresh and natural fragrance on her body.
Lan Bing flashed him a charming smile. "Do you feel a headache?"
"How do you know?" Ding Meng replied calmly.
Lan Bing's breath was almost on his face. "Because only you miss me. That's why you have a headache!"
Ding Meng said coldly, "What if I'm not?"
Lan Bing suddenly pressed her face against his chin. She opened her mouth and gently bit his earlobe. Her voice was very intoxicating. "You must be. Because I know that you've been thinking about me. That's the only way you won't have a headache …"
Ding Meng's whole body was numb. Lan Bing's soft tongue seemed to be licking his neck. No one could resist this kind of stimulation.
Another fragrant wind blew over, and Ding Meng found that his mouth was blocked by another pair of soft lips. He lowered his head and saw that this person was actually Dai Yi. Dai Yi's entire body was almost only covered by her underwear, and she was slithering around his chest like a snake.
Ding Meng still had a trace of rationality. "Miss Dai?"
Dai Yi's breath was very rapid. Her voice was also whispering in his ear. "Honey, you've worked hard. It's good that you're back safely. Let us serve you together and let you experience the happiness of a man."
At this moment, Ding Meng's breath also became rapid. To be honest, this kind of situation where two women served one man was the dream of many men. Now that two women were moving around his body with their mouths, Ding Meng was on the verge of collapse.
The last trace of rationality seemed to be swallowed by the fire of desire. However, it was also this last trace of rationality that reminded him, "No!
This is an illusion! "
But why was this illusion so real? It was so intoxicating. It was like a gentle paradise. He was addicted to it and would never want to wake up.
In an instant, Ding Meng suddenly realized something. Wasn't this the same when he was in the Rainbow Series?
The reason why the illusion was created was because of his inner demons. This time, the inner demons were completely magnified to the limit and exposed the most obscure things in his heart.
This kind of illusion would never stop. When one scene passed, the next scene would jump out. It was endless and endless. This was the real reason why he would never wake up.
Ding Meng did not care about the danger of the situation. He forced the third origin and kicked the two women away with all his strength.
Swoosh — —
All the illusions disappeared, and the scene in front of his eyes returned to the strange ripples. However, the pain in his brain was still intensifying. Now, it was no longer pain, but extreme weakness. His mood was so low that it was freezing. It was as if a voice was telling him, "Give up!"
Give up on everything!
Go back and have a good sleep!
Everything will be fine! "
"Never!" Ding Meng roared. It did not matter if this was an illusion or a demon. He had always resisted, persevered, and fought against the unfairness in his life. No matter what kind of oppression he faced, he would never compromise.
After forcing himself to stay alert, Ding Meng sat down with his legs crossed again. He knew how to deal with this kind of negative emotion. He entered the primary space of consciousness. The shadow was sitting on the reef, staring at the vast ocean. Ding Meng's mind also seemed to be traveling through time. This was a memory that he rarely touched, but he was trying his best to recall it …
…
Time returned to that winter. The bitter cold did not end. The wind and snow were like this strange illusion, mercilessly eating away at one's willpower.
Sometimes, hunger and cold were like an invisible poison, causing one's limbs to go numb, vision to blur, and consciousness to go blank. Ding Meng limped alone in the snow-covered countryside. He had not eaten anything for three days. When he was thirsty, he would swallow the snow on the ground. However, when the snow fell into his stomach, he felt even colder. A voice seemed to be telling him, "Give up!
Fall on the ground and have a good sleep! "
He knew that he absolutely could not fall at this time. Once he fell, he would never be able to get up again. However, his light footsteps were no longer enough to support him walking. Suddenly, he stepped on something and slipped. His entire body rolled into a deep ditch beside him.
However, when he woke up, he found that he was not dead. He seemed to be in a shack. The shack was very simple. It was built with rough stones, and there was some dry straw inside. He was lying on a pile of straw.
A man walked in from outside the door. This man was about the same age as him. His clothes were ragged, and his body was dirty. Obviously, he was also a refugee. However, there was always a friendly and gentle smile on his face. "You're awake!"
Ding Meng didn't get up because he couldn't. He was too weak.
The boy brought over a bowl of hot soup. "Drink something!"
Ding Meng did not hesitate. He did not care whether the soup was hot or light. He raised his head and gulped it down.
After drinking the hot soup, his whole body felt slightly better. Ding Meng asked curiously, "Did you save me?"
The boy smiled and shook his head. "No, it was Uncle Niu who picked you up."
Ding Meng was even more curious. "Who is Uncle Niu?"
The boy said, "He's right next door, but it's best if you don't disturb him. He has a bad temper."
Ding Meng thought for a moment, then asked, "May I know your name?"
The boy smiled again. "My name is Zheng Ming!"
"Thank you, Brother Zheng Ming!" Ding Meng looked up and said seriously.
"You're welcome!" Zheng Ming waved his hand. "How did you get so badly injured?"
Ding Meng was silent. "I stole a small bag of noodles from a rich family, and I was stabbed twice!"
Zheng Ming also fell silent. They were all children who struggled to survive. Stealing was a common occurrence. However, to be able to survive after stealing the noodles and being stabbed twice in the stomach was already a miracle.
"Take care of yourself!" Zheng Ming comforted him. "Since you're here, don't worry. There's Star Weave Grass here."
Ding Meng immediately lowered his head. He noticed that Zheng Ming's clothes were tattered, but he was wearing a pair of beast-skin gloves. The gloves were stained with blood.
"Did you pick the grass with your bare hands?" Ding Meng asked hesitantly.
The Star Weave Grass was very difficult to uproot. If one really wanted to pick it with their bare hands, they would have to wrap their hands with tree bark or beast skin. Even so, injuries were inevitable.
Zheng Ming smiled. "I rely on my own strength to make a living. That's not embarrassing, is it?"
Ding Meng suddenly pulled out a dark gold claw knife from his shabby pocket. "Take this!"
Zheng Ming did not refuse. He looked at the knife carefully. "You're already like this, but this knife is still very well preserved."
Ding Meng smiled. "This is not an ordinary knife. It's a hero's knife that has been passed down for many generations. The last big brother gave it to me. He said that this knife should be left for those who really need it. I think you need it now. Take it!"
Zheng Ming carefully put the knife away. "Thank you. Don't worry, I'll use it well!"