Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1490 Completely Cracking

We jumped straight out of the window, braving the thick smoke. We expected a painful fall, but unexpectedly, we felt like we were enveloped by something soft and fluffy the moment we landed. When we woke up again, we were completely awake. While in the lab, I realized that everything had just happened was incredibly real. His dream space had reached a constant level, and it was now quite difficult to decipher. Seeing him staring blankly at me, I curiously asked if he'd slept. He shook his head and said no. I explained what I'd been through, and he nodded, saying this was his world. I then asked what the fire meant. There was a problem with the gas, he nodded. I asked him how he got out in the end, and he said it seemed like the firefighters broke in. I asked him how he got out, and he turned on his arm first. It was a very hot day, and he was wearing a coat. I didn't notice it, and I thought it was because the air conditioner was very cold. It turned out that his arm was severely burned. He said this was also an important reason why he didn't get married and have children. He was afraid of scaring the person he loved. He asked me how I got out, and I told him that I jumped out of the window. He shook his head and said that he had thought about jumping at the time, but he found it was too high, and he was very scared. It was not because he was afraid of death, but it was really too high. He thought that breaking an arm or a leg was no different from having a burned arm, so he didn't choose to escape from the window. He thought that if he fell, he would most likely become a high-level paraplegic. After he finished speaking, I asked him, "How is it? Is that girl very good? Do you still like goddesses?" He nodded and said that he liked it very much. When I asked what I meant, I said, "Since you still like you, you should chase her and try hard to chase her, instead of living in a dream forever. In addition, I can tell you one thing, that is, your arm doesn't matter. If that person really loves you, he will not mind the little wound on your arm. You can apply medicine and it will heal slowly. At most, it will leave a scar. But if there is nothing in this life, you will be even more miserable. Believe in yourself, at least give it a try, don't always live in a dream. The person in the dream is the same person as before after all. If you still like her, then you should Go chase her, even if he changes, at least the person in this dream no longer exists." But he said that he didn't want to change at all. I asked him why he didn't change, and he said why life has to change so much, he didn't want to change this thing, because that is the person he loves, if he really tried and failed, maybe he would no longer like that person, but at least now every time he opens the book in his dream, his heart will be comforted, every time he thinks of the little grass seedling, he can also think of some things in the past, at least those are happy memories, what he doesn't want to do is not even be able to be friends, at least he doesn't want to be an enemy, when he said this, I also patted his shoulder and said: "Now that we haven't seen each other for so many years, What do you think it means to not even be able to be friends? Maybe this is what it means to be friends, or maybe this is not friends at all. After not seeing each other for so many years, people may not recognize you anymore. You two can get to know each other again, that's fine, so why do you still remember the past? Nine out of ten regrets in the world, it is impossible for everything to be successful, it is impossible for you, it is impossible for me, it is impossible for no one, so why are you unwilling to wait? Why are you unwilling to take this time lightly? Instead, you keep reminiscing about the past, thinking that everything in the past is your real everything, but do you think that is right? The past is actually over, even if you recall it, it is at most like opening an old book, Reread it, find the joy in it again, but joy is always limited. If you repeat joy a million times, is there still any meaning? Let me tell you the truth: the more you repeat joy, the more you realize that much of it is simply your own embellishment. It's no longer joyful, no longer worth laughing about. It's just that you feel you can change it, and you share it with others, or even with your inner self. When you're bored, you change and edit it, and then you can treat it as a new story, a new happening with the goddess, telling it to yourself to deceive your brain, your heart, and your life.