Chapter 93 The Disabled World

"Young man, I mean no harm to you." After a pause, the old man continued.

Long Xiaoqi stared at the old man's eyes, her clenched fists slowly relaxed, and her body retreated two steps without leaving a trace, but the vigilance on her face did not disappear.

"Oh...young people now!" The quiet voice is full of the vicissitudes of the years, and I don't know how many reincarnations it has experienced. The old man didn't say anything, just suspended quietly in the air. Surprisingly, there was no wind in this closed space, but the old man's cloak flew in the air, like a flag, as if calling for something.

"Then can you tell me where this is? Why did I come here? Are you alone here? Are you trapped here like me?" Long Xiaoqi raised a series of questions. Now, he is eager to know where this is and what traps him in this damn place again and again.

"Ha, ha, ha..." The old man seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world and laughed, regardless of Long Xiaoqi's ugly expression.

Looking at the old man's unscrupulous smile, Long Xiaoqi lowered her head awkwardly. He didn't know what to say. Maybe the old man in front of him would be his only life-saving straw.

"Young man, you are so naive. I haven't talked to anyone for thousands of years. I didn't expect the first person I met to be so funny." After saying that, the old man laughed again, as if Long Xiaoqi in front of him was just a plaything in his eyes.

Long Xiaoqi looked at the old man in front of him, and a sense of anger came from his heart. He couldn't help it, and he couldn't help it anymore. The old man's laughter was simply an insult to him, insulting his IQ, and insulting his dignity.

"Young people, hatred is born from the heart. Don't hate a person, otherwise it will only bring you endless troubles." The old man seemed to be able to see through Long Xiaoqi's mind and said it lightly, but when it came to his ears, it was like a thunderbolt, blowing up the conflict that Long Xiaoqi had concluded in his heart for many years.

"However, I can't tell you too much about your problem, otherwise you will be killed. I can only tell you that this is called a mutilated world and is a space that coexists with the world you are in. You can go back to the past, and you can even travel through the future, but after all, you are just a grain of dust, a phantom in time. What's the point of that? It seemed that he had laughed enough. The old man calmed down and patiently told Long Xiaoqi that he hadn't met anyone for a long time! The old man looked at Long Xiaoqi peacefully, with encouraging eyes, as if waiting for him to ask questions.

"Past! "Future?" Long Xiaoqi even doubted whether she had heard it wrong. Before he fell into a coma, he never thought, let alone believed that such a thing would happen, but now he believes it, because this strange thing really happened to him.

"Young man, I know you have a lot of questions in your heart, and I also know what your questions are, but I can't tell you now that if one day we can meet again, I will definitely tell you everything." The old man smiled and nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Long Xiaoqi in front of him.

"Can you tell me how to get out? I don't want to be trapped here all my life, because I still have a lot of unfinished business and I still have my mission. Long Xiaoqi finally saw the old man's true face. He even regretted what he had just said. Now he understands why the old man laughed just now.

"Actually, even if I don't tell you, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?" Although the old man's eyes were still full of red, Long Xiaoqi felt not so terrible, and even had a trace of wisdom and kindness.

Long Xiaoqi nodded gently and already had an answer in his heart, but he couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it. Although the old man rejected him positively, he also answered him sideways. In this case, he had no choice but to follow his fate and listen to God's will.

Long Xiaoqi was silent, as if thinking about something, frowned slightly, and looked at the illusory fog. And the old man didn't seem to interrupt him. He looked at Long Xiaoqi with a smile and nodded gently.

"Bear, can you tell me why I encounter an unprecedented resistance to practicing war spirit here?" Now that she understood, Long Xiaoqi no longer entangled. She raised her head and asked the old man about another topic.

"Ha ha, as I said, this is a space that coexists with your world. Since there is a fighting spirit in your space, why is there no other gas in other spaces?" The old man narrowed his eyes and his face was full of smiles, as if he was slowly guiding Long Xiaoqi.

"That's it!" Long Xiaoqi's face was full of disappointment. He thought the old man would tell him a lot of things, but he didn't expect that the old man would answer him in this way.

"Young man, don't be intimidated by difficulties, because it is just a cat in tiger skin. I believe we will meet again one day." The old man's tone became lighter and lighter, and in the end, it seemed to disappear.

Long Xiaoqi raised her head. The old man who was just in front of her is now unknown. For a moment, only for a moment, he really disappeared inexplicably, not even leaving a trace.

Long Xiaoqi shook her head. Although the old man had disappeared, what he said did not disappear, but really passed into his ears. Every sentence, even every word, has a great significance for Long Xiaoqi.

Sitting cross-legged, Long Xiaoqi once again entered that empty state, without distractions and didn't think about anything, but quietly felt the flow of war. Over and over again, in circles, in such a cycle, one day Long Xiaoqi will break through the air. At that time, he will definitely smile proudly and point his sword at the sky.

Ma Yujia finished her homework and looked up at the time. It was already eleven o'clock. That's how the time would slip away unconsciously. There will be class tomorrow, and there is also some sleepiness, but Ma Yujia did not return to her room, but went to Long Xiaoqi's bed and sat down gently, as if she were afraid of waking up. She sat quietly and looked at Long Xiaoqi lying in **.

She can give up money, fame, and everything, just because she can't let go of Long Xiaoqi, who is still in a coma. The strong love appeared in Ma Yujia's eyes unconcealedly. She was Long Xiaoqi's fiancee and had made a baby marriage since she was a child. She had nothing to hide, and she did not want to hide it, because this was a thing that would make her happy for a lifetime.

"Brother Xiaoqi, I'm a little sleepy and want to go to bed, but I still can't bear to part with you. What should I do?" Ma Yujia muttered to herself with a questioning expression on her face, as if Long Xiaoqi could hear her voice and see her face, and did not change anything because she answered her in silence.

"I know you will persuade me to sleep and coax me to sleep, but today, I want to watch you sleep. When you fall asleep, I feel at ease." Ma Yujia had a sweet smile on her face, as if she really heard Long Xiaoqi's answer. He stroked his face and gently patted his palm, just like a mother who took care of her child. That kind of love and that kind of affection were unforgettable at a glance.

The night is getting quieter and quieter, and the night is getting deeper and deeper. Even the stars have felt sleepy, hiding somewhere, and fell asleep sweetly. There is only a lonely moon hanging alone in the sky. The desolate moonlight and the sad tune seem to be calling for something, calling the people in the dream, calling him in my heart.

Ma Yujia also fell asleep and gently lay on Long Xiaoqi's body, saying something vaguely. In the dim light, he could only see the long black hair and a slightly thin back.