Chapter 2 A Dream for Ten Years

He Minghao and Tang Yueru asked at the same time, "What's wrong?"

"I woke up once in the middle, do you know?" This is a fact that he can't allow him to accept it, but there are some things that He Chen must confirm.

"Have you really woken up?" He Minghao took a look at Tang Yueru and confirmed the news to He Chen.

He Chen said affirmatively, "Yes, I woke up at night, but I don't know which day."

"Three days ago, I said you woke up, but your father didn't believe it." Now a son himself confirmed that Tang Yueru looked at He Minghao with a trace of strange resentment.

Hearing this number, He Chen thumped in his heart and muttered to himself, "Three days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten years..."

That scene was almost regarded by He Chen as just a dream. The time in the dream was ten years, and he just fell into a coma for ten days. Is this a coincidence? He Chen couldn't believe it and didn't believe it very much, but if it was a real dream, He Chen couldn't believe it and didn't want to accept it.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong?" Tang Yueru looked at He Chen with confused eyes, and her face kept changing. Sometimes she was puzzled, sometimes in pain, and touched He Chen's forehead with worry.

"Oh! It's okay. I have nothing to do. Let's get out of the hospital. He Chen smiled and wanted to look relaxed and happy, but anyone could see that the smile was very bitter.

"No, I've been in a coma for more than ten days. I just woke up. How can you leave the hospital when you leave the hospital?" Tang Yueru immediately objected. Nothing is more important than her son's health.

"This, check it carefully and leave the hospital if there is no problem." Looking at his son looking at him for help, his wife also looked at him with a threatening look on his face. He Minghao smiled bitterly and chose a compromise. Although after his pulse diagnosis, his son's everything was normal, he was also a little worried.

After a careful and comprehensive examination, it took almost half a day for any Minghao to be the vice president. The examination results made He Minghao and Tang Yueru very relieved. He Chen was normal and could no longer be normal. Originally, the doctor suggested that he be hospitalized for observation for a few days, but at He Chen's strong request, they could only make them very familiar with this. The young master was discharged from the hospital.

"Dad, Mom, I'm worried about you this time, thank you!" Happy dinner, simple four dishes and one soup, He Chen was deprived of the right to drink. He could only use tea instead of wine. Looking at his parents' happy and haggard look, they should be the most bitter and tiring in the past ten days.

"Family, you still need to be polite. When you have a family and a career in the future, just spend more time with our old couple." When his son woke up, He Minghao opened a bottle of good wine happily and deliberately smashed He Chen's mouth.

"I know I'm worried. I won't do this kind of thing when I have nothing to do in the future. I asked Xiaoqiang, and you didn't drink too much. How can I drink you like this?" At the first time after her son's accident, Tang Yueru contacted her classmates who usually had the best relationship with her son and asked for details. She felt that things were a little strange. Her son had been drinking since he was a teenager. His classmates couldn't drink one of them, but this time, there was something wrong with him. This may really respond to the saying, "All drowning is watery."

"God knows, maybe God sees that I have studied too hard in the past few years, so let me sleep in." He Chen smiled. The reason was not wine. He had a certain suspicion in his heart, but he didn't know what to say about this strange thing. Did he tell his parents that he had a ten-year dream?

At the end of the warm and cheerful dinner, the tired parents went to bed early, but He Chen, who returned to the room, could not fall asleep. Thinking about the dream, he stretched out his palm from time to time, as if he was worried about something. He clenched his fist again and again and again.

"Fireball!" After making up his mind, He Chen spit out two words with a resolute face. It seemed that something flashed in his mind. It felt so familiar and natural. A warm breath came from the palm of his hand. In He Chen's open palm, a red fireball the size of a tennis ball floated gently in the palm of his hand.

He Chen looked at the fireball in a daze and couldn't believe that it was true. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly opened it again. The fireball was still there, thinking about "dissipating" in his mind. The fireball suddenly disappeared without a trace, and gently "fireball" again. The fireball appeared in the palm of his hand again. Then, He Chen's palm appeared. More things, white ice arrows, blue water balls, silver lightning chains, and even invisible wind blades.

He Chen lay up in **, with tears flowing down his cheeks bit by bit. When the dream was no longer a dream, everything in the dream was experienced by himself. In the dream, he was brought to a place called Jialan Continent by an old man, that is, his master. There, he was a space mage once in a thousand years. With powerful magic and the ability to indulge in space, he began a strange journey.

Jialan Continent does not have gorgeous high-tech. It belongs to a world of magic and swords, or a primitive and chaotic world. On Jialan Continent, there are human beings like the earth, but more humanoid races and monsters with different strengths. In that world, strength represents everything.

Relying on his smart mind and infinite potential strength, He Chen has his own sky from scratch in the dream world. He has a loving and beautiful and virtuous wife. They have a lovely and naughty daughter together, as well as a group of brothers and subordinates.

He was unwilling to give in to fate and challenged fate. The highest authority of Jialan Continent, the temple, became the last barrier to his fate. His men, brothers, daughters and wives died one after another and died at the hands of the gods of the temple. When he obtained the soul power of his powerful brothers and wives, he was in endless grief and indignation. Finally, he broke through the final realm and released the destruction of space magic - zero space.

Zero-degree space opened a cosmic black hole on the last battlefield God Mountain. The black hole devoured the enemies he might never defeat, and also devoured everything in the divine mountain, including the many corpses that had been killed in battle. He Chen's last memory, the last dream, always stayed in the lover who devoured his lover and devoured him. In the brother's black hole.

"Xiao Chen!" The mother's worried voice and knock on the door woke He Chen up from his heavy thoughts and looked at the high sun outside the window. It turned out that unconsciously, the night had passed. She reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She got up and opened the door. "Mom, good morning, I accidentally overslept."

"Oh! It's time to wash and have breakfast." Tang Yueru looked at He Chen doubtfully. How could she lie to such a lame reason, but she didn't plan to get to the bottom of it. When her son got old, he would have his own mind.

I urgently need the support of collecting tickets. Friends who have passed by can help me collect it. Thank you!

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