Siboer's movements were not forceful and could easily be pushed away, but he did not let go and just allowed her to pull him forward.

Her hands were as moist as his, and seemed a little soft.

Walking along the gravel road and passing through dense flowers, everything around me is as warm as spring.

During this period, Su Mingan saw some ethnic people running.

"Why are they running away?" he asked.

"That's not an escape, they also want to go see the sea." Siboer said.

In the brilliant colorful light,

In the fresh fragrance of jasmine,

In the beautiful singing,

Siboer pulled him and walked to a hillside.

From here, you can clearly see all of the third tribe, the houses shrouded in colorful lights, the men and women running and singing... and the sea.

...the sea.

Su Mingan really saw the blue flowing on the ground in this barren and yellow land.

"Is this the color reflected in the sky?" he said.

"It is said that the sea reflects the color of the sky..." She stood beside him: "...then, seeing this reflected color, does it mean that I have seen the sea?"

She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

"I am really, very lucky, very lucky...to wait until you come," she said.

At this moment, Su Mingan discovered,

...It turns out that her eyes are also the color of the sea.

Her smile became brighter and brighter, and there was no trace of the haze of being a pagan in her eyes.

She was bathed in the fiery rainbow light, with an extraordinarily satisfied look on her face.

"In the future, flowers and plants will be used to build houses." She said: "I will bring the future happiness of the people to them."

Su Mingan turned his head and looked at her.

"Sky, sky, sky, sea-like sky!" she shouted loudly, excited beyond reason.

Su Mingan reached out and touched her.

"But why is it that even though it is such a beautiful scene, my body feels so hot and painful..." she said.

Su Mingan's hand passed through her.

His eyes fluctuated slightly as he saw her figure gradually fade.

"Siboer?" He called, but Siboer's figure disappeared.

Mo Yan ran to his side and waved the sword in his hand. It looked like amber under the colorful rainbow light.

"Brother, look! This is my newly forged sword. My master praised this sword for its beauty." He said excitedly.

"It's a nice, long sword." Su Mingan said.

"Really, just like a fire stick?" Mo Yan said with a smile.

"It hurts." Su Mingan said.

"Really, right? But this kind of sword can still break the bones of my brother's hand. Brother, you can consider using a piano board?"

"...Hmm." Su Mingan said.

"Debussy's Moonlight... is very nice." Mo Yan said: "After losing an important relative, my eldest brother played the music so beautifully. That's why your mother likes the emotions in your songs so much. She likes it so much."

Break your hand bones...Brother, what were you thinking when she smashed the piano plate off?"

Su Mingan raised his eyes slightly.

"Mo Yan said: "Brother, you are also such a child."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"When you were drawing flowers for Siboer, did you ever think about who could draw flowers for you?" Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Mo Yan said, "The future is black and white."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Brother also knows that you can't succeed," Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Alas." Mo Yan said, "Well, after all, eldest brother is an 'other' in people's eyes, and you are a 'monster'."

"...What are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm talking about the sky! The sky!" Mo Yan suddenly laughed: "Brother, look, how beautiful the sky is!"

"...Fly." Su Mingan said.

Mo Yan glanced at him.

"Brother, you really don't have the right words to follow." Mo Yan said.

"You too." Su Mingan said.

"It's just because your words don't match your words, brother, that I'm like this." Mo Yan laughed.

"...But I'm so hot." Su Ming'an said.

"Brother." Mo Yan suddenly stopped smiling.

He stared at Su Mingan and said in a very quiet tone:

"Have you carefully looked at... what your sanity level is now? Aren't you surprised why you can't see the various text barrages clearly?"

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

"When people are dreaming, it's hard to see the specific words, right?" Mo Yan said: "Now... isn't it the same thing? The jasmine wreath on your head is very beautiful, but are there really jasmine flowers in the sky?

"

Hearing this, Su Mingan was slightly startled.

A tidal wave of fear and a sense of missing out surged over me in an instant.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear his bloody, heavy breathing.

He raised his hand and immediately stabbed his left hand hard.

Blood exploded.

Severe pain came, as if the fog in front of his eyes was wiped away, the illusion in front of him quickly faded, and the jasmine wreath on his head also disappeared immediately.

He turned his head and looked inside the third tribe, only to find that the poisonous rain during the natural disaster period had already arrived.

It corroded people's houses, corpses of the people fell to the ground, and people fled in all directions, howling.

The beautiful tribal scenery and the illusion of enthusiastic people were suddenly broken, and he suddenly saw a hell on earth.

... He seems to have been haunted by hallucinations for a long time.

He breathed softly, and thick cold sweat slowly fell down.

……So this is ah.

...It turns out that the moisture lingering around his body is the blood corroded by the poisonous rain.

It turns out that the colorful lights in the sky yesterday... were also an illusion.

That was not a rainbow that represented a good omen, it was a poisonous rain from a natural disaster, a poisonous rain that eroded him and made his whole body covered in blood.

Those ethnic groups are not singing loudly just to see the sea.

They were running and wailing, non-stop, wailing and running desperately in the burning poisonous rain.

So, he and Yamada's group were chatting, laughing and eating snacks among the corpses and poisonous rain yesterday?

There were no women bringing fruits or snacks at all, and the people at that time had already fallen under the poisonous rain. When he touched his pocket, there was no candy sent by Changsheng at that time.

His vague burning sensation turned out to be the pain caused by the poisonous rain corroding his body due to the illusion.

His sanity has disappeared since the day before yesterday.

It turns out that everything is beautiful and brilliant,

It's all an illusion.

... He forced all the ugliness and death to turn into beauty that comforted him.

...Including Mo Yan just now, he was always arguing with his inner self.

He's crazy.
To be continued...