Chapter 1 Painful Dream

The pain is not dreaming, but not knowing that you are dreaming.

The huge mecha ejected only dazzling fireworks, but the anger in the laser gun. What roared in the tank was not the thunder, but the noise of tearing after the explosion through the insect biological armor.

For a blind man, such a real dream, the feeling of being shrouded in light, and the pleasure of watching the gunfire devour the alien like a beast, washing his lonely nerves over and over again.

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"The Qinglong Agent Team reports to the leader and is ready to fight at any time...

Stargate Guard...

Zerg Soul Guard...

Captain, we are surrounded. I don't have much ammunition. When will the reinforcements come...

Brothers, there is no reinforcement. We have been abandoned by the alliance...

Brother, take someone to break through. I will cover the rest of the right guard brothers. Please, leave a seed for the soldiers of our Qinglong clan...

The strange dream is so real that it is staged every time at midnight, the most lonely time. The colorful fireworks, all kinds of incomprehensible steel monsters and things that look like Warcraft are fighting in blood and fire. However, this is too cruel for a child who is only nine years old.

"Mom, mom, help me, help me, I'm going to be killed by a monster." The child's crying sounded in a mountain hut.

The child has beautiful blonde curly hair, and his fair skin is as creamy as when he was three years old.

A couple heard the sound and rushed over from the next room. They turned on the gorgeous magic lamp and saw their son's quilt being messy and sweating coldly.

"Morning light, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mom is here." The speaker is a young woman in her early thirties. The role of the years is completely positive, which makes her hot and sexy more and more thunderous, especially when she only wears pajamas.

It's just that the child can't see. He touched his mother's face with his hand before he threw himself into the warm embrace.

The man touched his head and said with a smile, "A man should be brave. Tell Dad, how many monsters did you kill in your dream this time?"

The man also has a white and clean face. Although his body is tall, he inevitably looks thin and weak. Instead, his angry and self-righteous eyes add a lot of masculinity to him. He has a pair of slender hands. It seems that he should play the piano and engage in the promising profession of art. He should not be buried in the mountains and support his family by hunting.

The child muttered, " boss, you think it's just a little wild boar in our back mountain, and you can kill a few at will. The casual and weakest one I dreamed of is also stronger than my father's Uncle Fenghu. Really, it is as big as a mountain, with huge tusks, which will send thunder and lightning. I just wore huge iron armor and killed a few with cannons on it. However, some monsters highlight the yellow fog, and my gunfire is useless. There are more and more monsters, and my partners are getting fewer and fewer. We are submerged by monsters. I'm so sad.

After listening to this, the man said to his wife beside him, "You see, our son is a genius. In his dream, he is fighting monsters with mecha and cannons, and it is more promising to learn from me."

Then, he turned to his son and said, "Chenguang, be strong and don't be sad. Remember to fight more monsters next time you dream to avenge your friends."

The woman is not as hot and angry as usual, but sighed quietly: "Brother Feng, let's take the time to heal the child's eyes, let him touch the real world early, and don't have nightmares anymore. I feel so uncomfortable to see the light like this."

The man held her in his arms with a smile on his face: "What? You just give up. You can't rely on me for the eyes. The key is to rely on your magic research. Don't lose confidence.

When the woman heard her husband's encouragement, she returned to the posture of a magical madwoman. She clenched her fists and waved to the sky to cheer herself: "Brother Feng is right. This little thing is still difficult for me, a magic genius."

When Chen Guang heard his mother's words, his face suddenly became bitter and he said, "Mom, you'd better not be so awesome. I can't stand the destruction of your strange experiments."

Chenfeng, that is, the baby's father patted his son on the shoulder and said, "My son of Chenfeng is a genius hunter even if he can't see it. He should have confidence in himself. Where there is a will, there is a way. From tomorrow, I will officially teach you how to shoot.

The woman's face was dissatisfied, and her big eyes stared at the man, with an incredible look: "I said, big madman, I can understand that you teach your child some close martial arts. After all, practicing some fighting spirit is good for the body, but you have to teach your child to shoot, I don't want to. The child is like this, and you still torture him. Doesn't this make him feel inferior?

The man wanted to explain, but was violently interrupted by the woman. The woman pinched her waist with both hands and scolded, "You Fengzi, just for the name of your first gunshot in the mainland, what about you? If you want to find a descendant, I don't care who you want. But you know that the child's eyes are not good, and you still want to beg for fish. I won't do it.

A woman is like a female wolf who protects her child. She bites when she catches her.

"Mom, I want to learn how to shoot from my father. My father is right. How can a man not shoot a gun?" The blind man Chenguang said calmly and ended the quarrel between the two.

It's night. The morning light sleeps well, but the morning breeze doesn't work.

Returning to the room of the two, the child's mother's mother's unparalleled female power, it was time to pinch, bite, and serve the fine skin and tender morning wind and vent it.

"Okay, Shuang'er, have you had enough? It's enough. Please be quiet. I'm going to bed. I go up the mountain to fight tigers during the day, and I have to fight tigers at night. Sooner or later, all the meat on my body will go into the tiger's mouth. The morning breeze said one by one.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's a big radish that says, how can a man not shoot a gun? You can do it. The child is so young that he has started this kind of education. My child can't go out and step on a few boats with a small white face like you, an old bastard. Morning madman, let me tell you, to be pure, this is the most basic. Wushuang is angry and educates her husband.

Chen Feng was unwilling to show weakness and defended, "It's still pure, but you're still pure. I said that men should be able to use guns and hunt. What's wrong with this? You're a female. Only by secreting too much hormones can we understand it this way.

The woman sat up in **, straightened her pajamas, bit her lips with her thin teeth, and said in a very sexy tone, "Master, your shotgun is very powerful. Do you want to compare it with my magic?"

The man pretended not to see it, got up and took a sip of water. He said solemnly, "No, it's not as good as yours. You have an artifact--** guard, my gun can't break your defense."

"I don't need it."

Chen Feng still shook his head: "As a fire magician, you should be aware that you will burn the whole village with magic."

Ju Wushuang was angry and roared, "You dead guy, you coward, and then put garlic, I'll burn your musket into a firebird."

The man stretched out a slender index finger, shook it in front of the woman's face, and said in a triumphant tone, "Unparalleled, you are not pure."

The woman couldn't maintain a high posture. She snuggled in the man's arms and whispered, "Brother Feng, let's have another one."

The man thought for a moment and shook his head: "I won't think about it without solving the child's eye problem. The two of us have a fire element system and a dark element physique. If the child born has a dark and fire physique, it is cursed by God. The morning breeze is just invisible, which is already very lucky. If there is another one, I don't know what will happen. I don't want to make evil.

The woman was gloomy and nodded with tears in her eyes.

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Because my father promised to teach him how to shoot, he got up very early and fought for a week according to his father's luck.

When he barely ran the fighting spirit for a week, he was already sweating profusely. It has been three years. Since the morning wind taught him fighting spirit, he has been staying in the early stage of the warrior. According to the standards of this world, the yang spiritual power is only 1, and it is still far from upgrading to the second order 10.

But the morning wind is still very satisfied, because he feels very full. After practicing fighting gas, he breathes the fresh air in the morning, and then goes to the mountain with his father to see if there is any unlucky prey in the trap he fell yesterday. It is the best time of his day.

The morning wind was very satisfied to see the morning light coming out with sweat. Because of the special physique of morning light, his practice of dark element fighting gas will be disturbed by the fire element, and the practice of fire element magic will be disturbed by dark elements, resulting in a poor practice effect. However, he is still happy, which is enough, which is one of the reasons why the couple chose to live in seclusion in the mountains.

"Dad, I want to know the reason for your practice. You are already so strong, why do you have to work so hard?" Chen Guang sat on his father's neck and felt his father running in the jungle, and the wind was blowing by his ears.

"Then tell Dad first why you want to practice. I think you practice very hard every morning and evening." The morning wind asked.

Chen Guang thought for a moment and said, "I just want my health to get better. You don't have to worry."

To tell the truth, for three years, there has been no benefit in fighting spirit and magic. Although you are used to it, it will still be very boring. This kind of thankless thing will make people very tired after doing it for a long time. However, he feels that his parents will be very happy when they see him working hard, and he can also find a reason to practice.

The morning wind shook his head and said, "The practice is for happiness. Guanger, you have to remember my words."

"Happy? I don't know what the joy of practice is. Chen Guang said casually that for him, he controlled the disobedient black air mass every morning and walked around the meridians like a tortoise speed, and his whole body was like an ant biting. Or sitting there at night and meditating, driving away a group of naughty fire elements, is really not a happy thing. He asked, "If there is happiness in practice, then you have to tell me what kind of happiness is real happiness first?"

The little devil, Chenfeng smiled in his heart and said that the child was really smart. He said, "Happiness is freedom for me to be able to do what I want to do. To ensure freedom requires inner freedom and physical freedom. Inner freedom needs to be guarded with love, and physical freedom needs to be guarded with strength.

Chenguang touched his head and asked, "Is the power cultivated to protect your freedom, not to protect your relatives? If mom hears it, I think she will be angry.

Chenfeng slapped Chenguang's buttocks with his backhand and scolded with a smile, "Little rabbit, do you still want to go to your mother's place to tell the secret? Guanger, have you ever thought that in fact, I am your mother, and your mother is me. I am no different from your mother. If you protect yourself well, you can also protect your mother.