Outside the door, Zhou Yan ran and jumped, and didn't know how far he had run.

This feeling of running barefoot and walking in the wind is the dream he dreamed of so many times in his dream.

Now, it appears again.

Is this true?

Or hallucinations?!

Everything is still so unreal!

In the distance, smoke from the cooking stove was swaying, as if someone had smoked.

The long-lost popularity brought his thoughts back to reality.

After looking around carefully, he realized that he was standing on a mountain.

At the foot of the mountain are farmhouses.

In the distance, there are also large towns.

"This is……"

He suddenly remembered.

Ling Luoyu said that this is her space.

How is that possible!?

How can a person have the ability to make such a space?

This is a completely different world!!

"Master Zhou, how can you use these legs well?" Ling Luoyu's leisurely voice sounded behind him.

When he turned around, he suddenly realized that the bamboo house was not far behind him.

It seemed that the journey he had just run was just between his imagination.

He subconsciously glanced at his legs and made sure that he was still standing.

It seemed that he had guessed what he was thinking, and Ling Luoyu curled his lips.

"This is my space, I am the ruler of this world! So, everything is under my control!"

The fingertips moved lightly, and the bamboo house disappeared instantly.

When it appears again, it is already a hundred meters away.

"But your legs are real... If you don't believe it, we can go out and show them! Just before seeing it, I still want to ask the head of the Zhou family clearly!"

Zhou Yan lowered his head: "Is it about Mo Xuanchen?"

"yes!"

"……he……"

"He is my husband!"

“…”

Zhou Yanyou turned his head and looked at him, his eyes trembled for a moment, and then nodded and smiled.

"Yes, yes... Only a woman like you can be worthy of him... Only a man like him can be worthy of you!"

"Is this a compliment from the head of the Zhou family thanking me for curing your legs?"

"No! This is my truth!"

After letting out a sigh of relief, Zhou Yan's eyes were bright and he looked into the distance with a bright look.

"You know... why for so many years, I have been stubbornly thinking, can I stand up?"

“…Isn’t it the constant obsession?”

"No! For a person who has never stood up once since he was born, there has long been no such luxury..."

For Zhou Yan, being able to stand up is a good dream, but he also has self-knowledge.

He knows that you are a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, with an unrealistic idea.

"But at the coming-of-age ceremony when I was eighteen years old, a very special guest came to my house... He didn't want anything and didn't eat a banquet, but just wanted to say something to me. I didn't think too much at that time, so I saw him... He was wearing a black cloak and couldn't see his face clearly, but he had an indescribable temperament... He told me that one day in the future, someone would cure my legs and I could walk and stand like a normal person!"

"Did you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it! Because I have seen many such people over the years..."

How many people told him that his legs could be cured.

But what?

When there is too much hope, disappointment follows.

In addition, Zhou Yan himself did not have much luxury to stand up again, so he didn't care too much about the man in black robe, and just responded perfunctorily.
Chapter completed!