Lord Yunzhong in Douluo

Chapter 511 A Dream

In the familiar small courtyard, an old man dressed in white was lying on a deck chair under a tree, holding a fan in his hand, blowing the breeze again and again, his eyes were closed on his old and ditch-covered face, Hiding the deep galaxy in it, it looks kind and serene.

"Grandpa, eat!"

A clear male voice came from the small kitchen in the small courtyard, and then, a man in white clothes and trousers, with a handsome face and a free and easy demeanor came out, holding a long plate in his hand, on which were placed two A bowl of rice and three servings of meat, one vegetable and one soup.

The old man lying on the recliner made of rattan heard the man's voice, slowly opened one of his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked towards the kitchen.

The man in white walked up to a stone table next to the old man with a long plate in his hand, and arranged the dishes and chopsticks on it one by one, then turned to look at the old man who closed his eyes again and snored slightly, pretending that he was still sleeping , smiled:
"Old man, if you don't get up again, I won't wait for you. I haven't cooked much food today. I can probably finish it by myself."

After finishing speaking, Fan Yun sat down, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and was ready to start.

Then, as Fan Yun expected, the old man lying on the rattan chair got up immediately, walked towards the dining table, rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You brat, I worked so hard to bring you up as a fart kid, but you don't even want to leave me a bite of food, you want to eat alone!"

"Hahaha!" Fan Yun laughed twice when he heard the old man's words, then stood up and helped him into his position, and replied, "Isn't that because I know you are not asleep, old man, and you said that on purpose?"

When the old man heard it, he laughed twice and said, "Your old man, I am still young, and my body is still strong! I don't need your help."

"Besides, I know what you mean, but this doesn't prevent me from saying something to you, do you have any opinions?"

"How can that be?" Fan Yun scooped up a bowl of soup for the old man, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

"Grandpa, try these. I haven't cooked them for you before. They are new dishes I tried to make according to the tastes I tasted when I traveled all over the years."

"Hehe, yeah, then I'll try it."

The old man cheerfully picked up the chopsticks, reached into the dish, put one chopstick into his own rice bowl, took a bite, and tasted something he had tasted before.

"Really good."

"That's right~" The old man's approval made Fan Yun, who is not too young, show a pure smile like a child, "Let me tell you, old man, my cooking skills have improved a lot these years. I also learned a lot of new dishes, and I will cook them for you in the future."

"No rush, no hurry..." The old man smiled, and his wrinkled face became even more ravine because of the corners of his mouth and the movements of his eyebrows.

"Speaking of brat, you are not too young now, why didn't you bring me an apprentice daughter-in-law back?"

When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and there was a little teasing in his tone.

"Don't tell me that you haven't met a girl who is in your heart, I know your past."

Fan Yun didn't seem to hear the abnormality in the old man's words, but replied:
"I've encountered it... But, I'm too busy... People's energy is limited. For some goals, you have to give up some things first."

"When I understand the things at this stage... I will probably have energy..."

"Hehe, they're all excuses." The old man shook his head and smiled with disdain, "You're just still hesitating and don't know how to choose."

After finishing speaking, the old man put down the bowl and chopsticks, glanced at the uneaten food on the table, then looked up at the broken sky, and sighed:

"Boy, time is running out, and it's time to wake up from the dream. In reality, you still have things to do, and there are still people waiting for you to go back."

"...Old man..." Fan Yun was silent for a while, "It's just that I haven't seen you for too long... I just want to spend more time with you."

The old man was also silent for a while, looking at the young man in front of him who should be a little strange but very familiar, he sighed and said:
"You should also know that I have already died. What exists in front of you now is just the thoughts about Fan Zhe in your mind."

"It's not true after all."

"……I know……"

"But old man... brat, I... really miss you... If I could see you one more time, that would be great..."

"Boy, the past is a foregone conclusion, and the future is uncertain. Only the present can be controlled."

"It's time to wake up from the dream."

……

In the God Realm, the black and white clouds and ink have disappeared at some point, and most of the magnificent and solemn temples have become dilapidated, the banners of the gods have been defeated, and the radiance of the divine court has dimmed.

In the Shenting Square where the gods gather on weekdays, this huge open and spacious square in the past is now full of broken swords embedded in it, the white flames wrapped around the swords are slowly burning, and the surrounding traces spread to the entire God Realm. The flames are fading together.

The bodies of the gods, which cannot be seen at a glance, fell to the ground, or were seriously injured and unconscious, or crawled on the ground and could not move. The white blade pierced through their bodies, cut off their gods, and nailed them On the court of God.

In the center of the Shenting Square, a young man in white half-kneeled on the ground, holding a bright white blade with both hands that was inserted upside down into the body of the scarlet god below, leaning his forehead on the handle, and resting with his eyes closed.

The young man's body was wrapped in a white robe, and nothing could be seen, but his exposed hands and face were covered with fine white cracks, one after another, making this young man look like a very fragile porcelain doll Generally, full of fragility.

On the head, the originally black short hair has also become pale at this moment, no, to be precise, it should be withered and white, as if it has lost its vitality.

At this moment, the young man with the knife looked no different from the other gods who fell on the ground inside and outside the Shenting Square. If he hadn't observed that he still had his chest rising and falling, perhaps no one would have been able to detect that he was still alive.

The sacred and majestic court of God in the past is now dilapidated, the power of the gods is annihilated, and the flames of burning divine power spread throughout the God Realm, washing away this place of order.

"call……"

The young man whose face was covered with fine cracks exhaled, his eyelids trembled, and then he opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a big dream, his face was full of exhaustion.

The pain from inside and outside the body and from the depths of the soul made him feel that every extra breath at this moment was an extreme pain.

"... child... is it worth it for you to do this?"

While Fan Yun waited, a gentle female voice filled with kindness entered his ears.

……

(End of this chapter)