For some reason, today's sunshine shines particularly brilliantly, urging the thick fog covering the ground, making the entire street clear.

At noon, the vegetable market was already full of people watching the fun. Jiang Qiu was tied to a shelf and his upper body was covered. His head was soft and drooping, and his long and messy hair completely covered his face.

Accompanied by his master, Lord Bao set out a way, walked to the desk and sat down, looked up at the sky, then closed his eyes and calmed down.

The master quietly retreated aside and made a gesture behind his back. Immediately someone took out the unconscious Jing Ge out, then tied his hands, feet, and mouth, took out a small bottle, and shook it between his breath. Jing Ge coughed violently a few times, his eyelids twitched a few times, and opened his eyes.

"Don't jump!" Jing Ge sat up with a whirlpool, glanced forward, and was stunned, "Did you dream again?"

"Well, I was stunned!" Jing Ge immediately recalled and immediately wanted to stand up, but found that he was tied up and could not speak.

"What's going on?" Jing Ge struggled for a few times, and someone immediately squatted down and pressed him. Jing Ge looked at them, his eyes were circling, and he looked at the surrounding environment. Finally, he focused his attention completely on Jiang Qiu, who was not far away, and his face changed drastically.

"It's exactly the same as in my dream! Could it be--" Jing Ge shouted in disbelief, but his mouth was blocked and his voice could not be made.

Jing Ge is on the second floor of a building and can clearly see everything in the Dharma field, but others find it difficult to find him. Therefore, although Qingming also came here with a pale face, he did not know that he was here too.

"Do you really want to be executed? It's so unfair!" Qingming had no choice but to sigh and could only watch everything happen.

Similarly, Jing Ge, who is only an ordinary five-year-old child, is powerless. His eyes are wide open, the whites of his eyes are filled with blood, and his face is red.

"I'm the one who's surname, you won't die a good death!" Jiang Qiu suddenly woke up for some reason, raised his head and showed his grief and angry face, and shouted to the sky, "It's unfair! I'm unfair! Heaven! Earth! God! I'm unfair!"

"God!" Jing Ge was shocked all over and yelled in his heart: "Huang Tianhua, help me! Don't let my father die again, okay! Help--"

Unfortunately, Huang Tianhua doesn't care about these things.

If Jing Ge becomes a god, he can't even care.

"The time has come, execution!" Lord Bao opened his eyes, looked at the sky again, then smashed the golden rod in his hand on the table, and shouted.

Jing Ge only felt that his head was about to explode because he saw someone walking to Jiang Qiu with a sharp dagger, stabbing it into Jiang Qiu's shoulder with a knife, and then stirring it hard, cutting out a piece of flesh and blood!

Jing Ge only felt blood in his heart, his mind was filled with infinite murderous intent, and he wished he could tear everyone in his eyes and destroy everything in front of him.

Second knife!

The third knife!

Jiang Qiu's whole body trembled like a shaking sieve, shouting and cursing, his tone was vague and he couldn't tell what it was. Jing Ge's head was blank, and he only knew to use his head to hit the ground and beat him desperately. However, he was pulled by the people beside him and stood up to let him see clearly.

In the room, Mr. Liu was closing his eyes to rest, his ears moved, showing a satisfied look.

Jiang Qiu quickly fainted from pain, but was awakened by cold water. He repeated several times, and even the water could not wake up. His body was covered with blood and was blurred.

Endless resentment rolled in Jing Ge's sight and rippled in his heart. Suddenly, a purple light burst out from the sky, gathering into the shape of a clone. Jing Ge seemed to have some sense of it. As soon as he looked up, he looked at him and suddenly purple light appeared in his eyes.

It seemed that time had stopped, and everyone became motionless. Even the blood and water droplets on Jiang Qiu's body were suddenly in the air and did not fall to the ground.

"Everything is fake, it's an illusion! Everything is my own imagination, it's a dream! Dad... He died decades ago! Time goes back, no time goes back at all! Let me wake up! I'm willing to face reality! Please, let me wake up!" Jing Ge stood up, purple light lingered on his body, and the rope strips tied to his body shattered. Jing Ge took a step forward, flew into the air, stopped in front of his clone, his body lengthened, and turned into an adult, "Please, let me wake up! I don't want to see my dreams are equally miserable!"

"Wake up!!" Jing Ge shouted, merged with his clone into one, and the whole world seemed to be over, collapsed and shattered from top to bottom, turning into nothingness...

In a room, the windows were wide open, and the sunlight came in with the winter wind, just shining on the face of the unconscious man on the bed.

A woman dressed in a maid grabbed her hands into the basin and rolled them. The water dripped, and the towel was gently pulled away by her. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and wiped it carefully on his coma-tight face.

"This person looks... so beautiful!" The woman couldn't help but gently stroke his face with her cold fingers, then laughed, walked to the table, stirred the towel in the basin, picked it up, and turned around and walked out.

Suddenly, her body paused and her round eyes glared out. Then she looked back carefully and saw that the man on the bed had sat up at some point. She couldn't help but let go of her hands, and the basin fell to the ground, making a light clanging sound.

At this sound, the man on the bed blinked his eyes, then his neck stiffly turned and he looked over in a wooden manner.

"Ah! You're awake! That's great! I'll call my wife!" The woman was so surprised that she forgot to take the basin, twisted her waist and ran away.

"Have you returned to reality?" Jing Ge raised his hand and touched his face. Then he thought and grabbed his hand forward. The bed frame in front broke into two halves, making a loud squeak.

"Strength! Only strength is the most important thing!" Jing Ge clenched his fist and made a crisp creaking sound. Then a red light flashed on his body, appearing at the door like lightning, looking at the sky outside.

Jing Ge suddenly wanted to cry, but he tried hard to control himself and didn't want to be so fragile.

"Where is this?" Jing Ge glanced around indifferently, and this thought came up. Then, he saw the woman who was in a palace costume rushing over. Jing Ge showed a hurried look of vigilance, took two steps back, then raised a cold smile, waiting for them to come.

Jing Ge was stunned for a moment after his eyes fell on the woman, and he felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"You have been in a coma for a whole month! Finally woke up!" the woman came over and said happily, "Can you tell me what your name is?"

"You saved me?" Jing Ge's head began to slowly move. The first thing he did was to recall the resentful spirit and push him, and then he got into the consciousness hut. Then, he knew nothing.

The only thing I know is that both Jin Ling and Chen Xinqi are dead, but they are still alive for no reason.

When the woman heard his voice cold, she felt that the warming winter had fallen again. She couldn't help but become restrained and stuttered: "Yes, yes!"

"My name is Jing Ge—" Jing Ge said, stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, my name is Qingyang! Jiang Qingyang!"

"You are really Jiang Qingyang! Impossible! Qingyang is already dead! Even if you are not dead, it is more than your age!" The woman screamed in shock and said in shock.

"Do you know me?" Jing Ge showed confusion on his face. Looking at her, he also felt a little familiar.

"I am Qingquan! My father is Qingming! You... are you really Qingyang?" the woman asked incredible.

"Qingquan? Well! You are Qingquan! Godfather!" Jing Ge's expression finally softened, his eyes also glared out, walked over, and grabbed her arm tightly, "Are you Qingquan?"

"Ah, yes, yes! Are you really Qingyang?" Qingquan felt a severe pain in his shoulder, as if he was about to be torn off, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"I am Qingyang, Jiang Qingyang! I'm not dead!" Jing Ge said excitedly, let go of his hand, grabbed his scalp, and shook it in a daze. Knowing that, he still asked: "Then is my father dead?"

"Yes!" Qingquan lowered his tone and his expression became gloomy, "By the way, how have you lived these years? Why are you so young?"

Jing Ge asked replies without answering: "Did you die on Tianmushan?"

"Yes! Dad said he went to the top of Tianmu Mountain to find you, and then he never came back. And so are you!" Qingquan said.

"Where is godfather, I want to see him!" Jing Ge's expression relaxed, and he felt that everything was very inexplicable.

After these incidents, Jing Ge was able to face up to the fact that Jiang Qiu was dead. He didn't feel sad when he heard Qingquan's words, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it really a dream? If it is a dream, why do I feel so real?" Jing Ge closed his eyes and recalled the scenes of himself successfully killing an adult man at the age of five, and felt unbelievable.

It’s not that I don’t believe that he can kill him, but that I don’t believe that everything is so real, whether it is vision, hearing, or touch. The result is fake! I have been sleeping here for a month, and I have no time to go back, nor have the so-called rebirth.

"Are all this arranged by Huang Tianhua?" Jing Ge had to think so.

"Or, my world is also fake, everything is fake? No matter what happens, are Qingyang, Chen Xinqi, Chu Hong, Chu Su, and Jing Wuming, all are fake? Will Qingquan see Qingquan also be fake?" Jing Ge only felt that his head was too big, and he couldn't help but shook his head. He recalled the scene when Jiang Qiu was Lingchi just now, and felt very scared, "Luckily it's not true, fortunately, fortunately... But if I didn't impulse to kill that Zhang Changgong, maybe I could spend a long time with my father in the dream..." He felt so sorry.

Qingquan had already ordered the maid to go down and find Qingming. He stood beside Jing Ge. He shook his head, sighed, dazed, and looked sad. He felt that the person in front of him had become so strange, and there was endless ditch between him.

"I want people to be so old, he is so young..." Qingquan felt extremely strange.

Soon, Qingming rushed over as if he was flying, and Qingquan's husband named Bai was also accompanied by Qingquan.

"Godfather!" Jing Ge also came to his senses when he heard the footsteps and shouted excitedly.

"Are you really Qingyang?" Qingming couldn't believe it either.

Jing Ge didn't talk nonsense, hugged him, patted his back, and said with a hint of crying, "Thank you, thank you! Godfather, thank you!" He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams again.

"This is—" Qingquan's husband couldn't help but be stunned.

Qingquan was about to speak when her son named Bai Qingxi ran over, hugged her legs coquettishly, then looked at Jing Ge and said in surprise: "This brother has finally woken up!"

"No, don't call me brother, call me uncle!" Qingquan patted his head and smiled.

"He is so young, why should I call him uncle? I don't care, calling him brother will suffer a loss!" Bai Qingxi pouted.

"You kid—"

Jing Ge let go of Qingming, then looked at the child and said in confusion: "Is this your child? Why is he so old?"

"I am in my thirties, shouldn't the child be so old? Why are you not as old as me? Instead, you look like you are a teenager younger than me?" Qingquan refused to let go of this question.

Jing Ge smiled and said nonsense: "I was hungry on Tianmu Mountain for a few days and accidentally ate a strange fruit. It will not grow until this time and will not grow old."

"Ah! Is it the legendary elixir?" Qingquan immediately raised his face and said enviously, "Do you still have it?"

"No more!" Jing Ge shook his head, "But even if he is not old, he will still die. It doesn't matter whether he is old or not."

"Then how did you live these years? Are your father really dead?" Qingming asked.

The man surnamed Bai smiled and said, "Why are you standing here? I think it's better to sit down in the hall and talk!"

"This one is—" Jing Ge glanced at him. Although he looked about twenty years younger than him, this glance made him become restrained immediately.

This is the temperament brought by the gap in strength, which cannot be compared with the gap in age.

Qingquan hurriedly introduced: "This is my husband, Bai Song!"

"Free gift?" Jing Ge was stunned.
Chapter completed!