Doomsday Wood Ruler

Yes, again.

For Shen Mu, the frequency of this dream is second only to the news broadcasts of large serial dramas, except for a few sleepless nights, it comes every day.

At the beginning, Shen Mu reasoned with cosplaying Conan with great interest, but such things as dreams can only be fantasies and only fantasies, and no conclusions can be drawn from the analysis at all.It was useless to try to brainstorm ideas and consult authoritative books. After all these years, he had gotten used to it.

Shen Mu opened his eyes, his angle of view was facing a beam, a magnificent beam.

The golden background and the white lines meander into gorgeous patterns on it. No matter how many times you look at it, you will be amazed at its exquisite craftsmanship, which has a faint sense of perfection. What is even more amazing is that even if the carved patterns resemble gods This category of legends is still full of the aura of nouveau riche as a whole.

As for why facing the beam?

Well, in the dream, Shen Mu's whole body was as light as nothing, like a creature nicknamed A Piao.

A Piaomu slowly landed on the ground, and the surrounding scene came into view: the white bed seemed to be carved from a whole piece of jade, and it should be put in a museum instead of being used; Liang Yi's style is intertwined with gold and white, and the utensils in the room can't jump out of these two colors. They are more than luxurious, but not elegant.

Anyway, Shen Mu would definitely not live in this kind of room, if he was given a room like this, he would first sell all the valuables and then make new furniture.

——But the owner of the house is already used to it.

It was a young boy.

The barefooted young boy stood by the window sill, pushed open the window, and spit out a series of words with unknown meaning, which is a language that does not exist on the earth, tactful and elegant, with a long sigh at the end, just like in a church. The singing is like a mother's careful exhortation, which makes people unable to help but feel admiration and closeness.

The person in the dream is called the language of God, which is an innate language that only gods can use.

In the voice of God, a plant in the yard jumped up, as if it had completed several years of growth in an instant, and became tall and flexible. It twisted its stems and leaves into various complicated flower shapes, gathered them into a bunch, and handed them to The position is at the same level as the boy's eyes, and the meaning between the movements cannot be ignored.

Shen Mu yawned.

Unlike ordinary serial dramas, his dreams are played in a loop. Up to now, he has memorized several episodes in the dream backwards, and the novelty has long been thrown into a lump.

Generally speaking, this is the story of a man-made god.

The story takes place in an unknown temple in an unknown world, yes, this bedroom is a part of the temple.And the so-called god is the little boy in front of him.

——The young boy who was exactly like Shen Mu.

Since Shen Mu couldn't get out of the temple in his dream, he didn't know where the little boy came from. He only knew that in the first dream, a priest came in with a baby who was still babbling. A gentle and gratifying smile appeared, as if this was the savior of the world.

Then, they start teaching the babies.

The little baby grew up slowly, and Apiaomu would poke his cheek when he had nothing to do after exploring in the temple, making him cry, and then he was hugged by a gentle nun to comfort him.

Shen Mu liked this little guy very much, because only he could feel his own existence.

I don’t know if it’s because children really have some kind of magic. As they grow older, babies turn into little boys, and little boys turn into little boys. Correspondingly, his sense of Apiaomu becomes weaker and weaker. After the age of 11, there is no trace of someone at all.

But Shen Mu preferred to follow him.

Because someone who entered in disorder discovered that the boy grew more and more like himself!

Is it my kind?

The first time Shen Mu discovered this fact, he was in a mess, and besides being overwhelmed by his own conjecture, he also felt quite reasonable.

——Well, Shen Hao's disconnection has something to do with his brother.

Shen Mu barely calmed down, and began to make up for the missing plots, such as he lost his memory after scumming a certain girl, abandoned his wife, etc. The endless cycle of dreams gave people enough time, and as the number of novels read increased, Shen Mu His mind became wider and wider, and he began to wonder if he had left some mysterious energy after staying in the temple for a long time. After the nun came into contact with it, she became pregnant and gave birth to a little guy?

Inspired by Huaxu's stepping on footprints to give birth to Fuxi.

Unable to communicate, unable to expand the sub-plot, Shen Mu's guess could not be confirmed, but this did not prevent him from floating around the young boy to watch. He watched the young boy grow up under the care of priests and nuns, showing extraordinary The talent - control plants.

As long as he is willing, wherever he can see, he will be covered with green, the grass will spread, the trees will grow, and the flowers will bloom.This scene gives people a feeling of beauty, but few people can perceive the murderous intent under the beautiful surface.

Shen Mu floated in front of the temple, watching this designed miracle again.

The young boy was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked indifferent. Countless greenery gushed out between his hands, and the plants quickly produced various juicy fruits, which were picked devoutly by the believers, and vines tied up the sinners caught by the priests. The sharp thorns pierced their skin, and the parasitic plants quietly sent the seeds. In a few breaths, they sucked up the blood and drilled out from the seven orifices. Bloody flowers bloomed on the branches, gorgeous and enchanting.

The grace of God is like the sea, and the power of God is like a prison.

The debut was a success.

Closing the door of the temple, the young boy showed an innocent smile, and the priests and nuns who were close to him came up to talk to him, but their expressions changed quietly—the expression suppressed in his eyes was full of fear, fanaticism, and helplessness. Curb ambition.

End of the play.

fall!

Such a cheating series must be thrown on the street a hundred times!

Obviously the next thing is the meat of the show, okay? The plot is about to unfold, but here is the eunuch, so hurry up and die, okay!

Ran and egg.

No matter how crazy you are, this is just a dream, not a TV series, let alone a novel, and you can't even find the author to compete with a real person.

Life is so hard.

Speaking of which, the rhythm at the beginning was not like this. As long as he can remember, this dream will unlock a follow-up plot every birthday. Shen Mu has always hoped to live to see the end-he has considered whether his life span is not enough. The possibility of hanging up after reading it, but the reality is more cruel. On the day of adulthood, the dream will not be updated.

The Shen Mu at that time was irritable, but the 19-year-old Shen Mu was very calm.

Hehe, it's just the Lifetime series, I've seen a lot.

Shen Mu, who jumped N pits after the college entrance examination, thought so.

A Piaomu was hanging on the soft chair, completely uninterested in the drama that he had seen many times before him, his eyes were blank in a daze.

According to past experience, after a while, the dream will end.

View is blocked.

The little boy walked towards him.

Hey, was there such a plot last time?

No!

Shen Mu quickly realized.

In order to keep himself from going crazy in the looping dreamland, Shen Mu probed every inch of the temple, and even learned the lingua franca of the world, tearing apart every scene and every word. After the analysis, the details are remembered firmly.

Is it finally updated?

Shen Mu felt excited.

The young boy was full of smiles, and his white bare feet walked on the golden ground, as if he was jumping or flying lightly, with a unique charm, his skin was flawless, and his face was covered with the so-called "divinity" , seems to be faintly covered with a layer of soft light, which makes people's hearts sway.

As the distance approached, his stature gradually increased, and his facial features also underwent slight changes. When he stood in front of Shen Mu, he was already a boy his age.

Shen Mu was dumbfounded.

Time flies, Dafa is well-deserved of its reputation, but, can it be played with such a jumpy plot?

The young man looked soft and said slowly: "Good morning, my half body."

"what"!

Shen Mu woke up from the dream, panting, still shocked beyond words.

Wasn't that just an illusion?He sat up with a grunt, found a diary beside the bed and began to write vigorously. It took a long time before he stopped and let out a long breath.

The things in dreams are always remembered best when he first wakes up. After a while, there will be only a hazy impression, and after a while, there will be no impression. Therefore, he has formed the habit of writing a paragraph every time he wakes up.

The sky is dimly bright.

Shen Mu looked at the contents of the notebook and frowned: Is this considered breaking the dimensional wall?

"Boom", intermittent knocking sounds came from outside the door, Shen Mu put on his slippers and got out of bed to check.

There should be no one so early, could it be the wind... After seeing the people outside through the cat's eyes, his thoughts stopped abruptly.

No, you can't call people, if you can move without half of your head, it should be a zombie.

Shen Mu was a little surprised at his calmness, but thinking about the human residue left over from being eaten by plants in the dream, he felt that it was no big deal outside.

A Piaomu couldn't vomit, and Shen Mu couldn't vomit anymore.

He calmly counted the grain at home, called his parents calmly, looked condescendingly at the community garden outside the window, and then woke up his younger brother who was still sleeping sweetly, and let him go after he was mentally prepared. Look at the peephole of the anti-theft door.

Shen Hao turned around tremblingly, his movements were like a tape, his eyes were full of despair: "Zombie? Doomsday?"

"Probably."

"Wow--"

The sound of a certain zombie knocking on the door became louder.

Shen Hao, who cried as soon as he wanted to cry, lowered his voice, but his sadness continued unabated. Shen Mu patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, fear won't solve any problems."

"It's not that I'm afraid, woo woo woo."

Shen Hao hugged his brother and cried even more sadly.

Shen Mu was silent for a while, thought of a possibility, and touched the dog's head of his brother in his arms: "It's too miserable, I understand."

"Before the end of the day, I was actually preparing for the college entrance examination. Did you make me feel wronged? Sister Qingtian, I am more wronged than Dou E...God, you are mistaken for heaven! Earth, don't you What is the difference between good and evil!"

"..."

Sure enough, this is the reason.

Shen Mu looked at the time: "Cry for another 10 minutes at most." Amid his younger brother's disbelieving and reprimanding eyes, he said slowly, "I'm hungry."