He opened his eyes, his mind was blank, and he didn't know where he was.

It seemed to appear suddenly, as if it had been standing there for a long time, and it seemed to have been here.

A faint mist wrapped around his feet, and after a step, the mist dissipated, revealing a cracked wooden floor.

I used habitual sensing, nothing happened, as if it was meaningless.

The surroundings made him a little confused, and there was nothing but an old table in the very empty space.

There were many wine bottles piled up on the table, and many of them were still smooth.

Tavern?

The faint fire outside the door and the noise form a strong contrast with the quiet inside. Looking at the sky through the window, there are moons and stars, all of which are very bright.

When I opened the door, there was a circle of broken earthen walls outside.

After walking a few steps, I looked back and saw a three-story, very familiar stone house.

Oh, it's here.

He realized his enlightenment and walked towards the bonfire outside the wall.

Many figures appeared beside the piles of flames. Someone had a bottle of wine stuffed in his hands, and he walked forward based on his feelings.

From time to time, people raised their arms to him and said all kinds of familiar and unfamiliar words.

"Yo, you're here too."

"Are you drunk? Don't pretend, you can drink the best."

"Hehehe..."

"You guys are so heavy."

"That battle was so exciting, I had the chance to do it again."

"It's not a trap, I'm the one who wins, but it doesn't matter, come and do it."

With constant words and various memories continue to emerge, he finally came to the center and saw a group of people.

There is the largest bonfire here, surrounded by dozens of people, but it is separated from the outside, as if there is a huge gap.

People envy but dare not approach.

He walked over quickly, and there was an empty space there, and he lay there in a very lazy position, which was specially reserved for him and his always.

The strong bald man next to him grinned and said, "It feels good to rest in peace."

The big man was still carrying that giant axe, and there was a petite figure snuggling beside him. It seemed that they were finally together here.

"A quiet rest will make you simple." The voice in the big man's arms slapped him and said.

"This is true. Only rest can make us appear here," another female voice raised her arms.

"Damn, I won't rest." Another female voice jumped.

He opened his mouth to answer the conversation, but then the words turned into a sigh: "We are all too old."

"Including me, strictly speaking, I'm just middle-aged," said a man with a pair of dragon wings and eyes with vertical pupils.

"I won't rest in peace, either," said a boy who was dismantling his arms and exposing a smooth connection.

"I'm so miserable. I finally opened the area to another world." Another slick voice filled with resentment.

After a while of silence, only the crackling sound of the bonfire was familiar.

"We were just betting, when will you come?" After a pause, the voice said: "You have always been able to cause trouble and have the ability to time and space. I also bet you won't come. Really? I lost."

"Ha!" He laughed himself.

"What happened later"

"Who is later?"

"Did we come back from the void later, or did we come back from that world?" A voice was full of fun.

"Too much? I've forgotten when I've rested in peace"

"Just? I've been resting quietly, but I still care about what's going on."

"I can't rest assured that they are."

"It's definitely good to pass us"

"P, I'm afraid that each generation is worse than the other? It's a bad reputation."

"Why would you like to find someone to take the message out?"

"This is the case? Have a quiet rest"

"I really want to know what future generations say about us? I wonder if I would mention that this person is the idiot who fell in Japan."

"You have all gone to change the words on the Book of Era, Gou Thief," a man who had been innocent for a year walked over and said. This is a second-generation member with a very good relationship with them.

"Tell me what happened later."

"That's right, you see, these people don't care on the surface, but they actually stretched their ears."

As he was interrupted at the beginning, someone wanted to hear something earlier? Some people rested too early. Some people also wanted to know when they were experiencing this? What happened over them? So the story kept going

Push forward.

Push it straight to the first plague they experienced and then enter that ruin.

When he was telling, a short male figure and a very tall female figure were not idle. They found wood to make the bonfire more vigorous? He felt a sense of connection... Someone also took out barbecue? Everyone ate and drank while eating and drinking.

Listen to the story.

From time to time, someone will add details.

He rested very late, experienced a lot, and there were many things that everyone didn't know about.

So the story was told for a long time.

But no matter how long the story is, it will end.

Someone sighed: "I didn't expect you to go through so much later, just rest later."

"Is this control possible?" Immediately, there was a familiar mockery again.

"I'll borrow five hundred years from heaven?"

Everyone raised their glasses with a smile.

"Xiao Yu made a profit, and he also went to Xinghai to join the temple to make trouble."

"What's the last one"

"That's right, let Xiaoyu tell me, have you got what you want, have you found Lily?"

He didn't continue talking.

"We have experienced a lot together, a lot..." It felt a little strange, and a surging emotion was surging, so he decided to say it shorter. "Although they are all funny, stupid, fool, LJ" laughed, and some people also

He shouted. He shouted: "But I just want to say that I am very happy to meet you, everyone, whether it is the past or the present..."

He paused for a while.

"Love you"

This is the end.

The figures left one by one, and people quietly.

Some people come back to their stories, others just go back to the shabby bar because it is the only place to stay.

Year after year.

Whenever someone rests in peace, everyone can reunite at this time.

A brief reunion, no parting.

As the bonfire gradually faded, he watched everyone disappear into the field. He wanted to add some more wood, but remembered that it was useless.

If that's the ending, that's not bad.

At least, he can listen to the next story.

With this thought, I finally closed my eyes on this slightly dawn night.

*

In fact, they all understood that one day, after resting one after another, there would be no reunion until the last person.

Some memories will no longer be remembered, some stories will no longer be read, and there will be no new stories.

But they are destined not to be lonely and will not forget each other.

In that starting adventure guild.

In another story.

At a new starting point in the universe.
To be continued...