Outside the door, Zhou Yan ran and jumped again, not knowing how far he ran.

This feeling of running barefoot and walking in the wind is how many times he has dreamed of dreams in his dreams.

Today, it appears again.

This is real?

Or an illusion? !

Everything is still so unreal!

In the distance, the smoke lingered around, as if someone had made the smoke.

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

Looking around, he found himself standing on a mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is a family of farm houses.

In the distance, there are large-scale towns.

"this is"

He suddenly remembered.

Ling Luoyu said that this is her space.

how is this possible! ?

How can one person be able to make such a space?

This is totally another world! !

"Patriarch Zhou, do 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 seems that the way he rushed just now was just between his imagination.

He glanced at his legs subconsciously to make sure that he was still standing.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Ling Luoyu curled his lips.

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

With a light fingertip, the bamboo house disappeared instantly.

When it reappeared, it was already a hundred meters away.

"But your legs are real... If you don't believe me, we can go out and show them! But before I look at it, I have something to say, I still want to ask Patriarch Zhou!"

Zhou Yan bowed his head: "It's about Mo Xuanchen, right?"

"Yes!"

"he"

"He is my husband!"

Zhou Yanyou turned his head to look, his eyes trembled, and he nodded and smiled.

"Yes, yes... and only a woman like you can match him... and only a man like him can match you!"

"Patriarch Zhou is thanking me for curing your leg, so this compliment came?"

"No! This is my truth!"

Shen Yu let out a sigh of relief, Zhou Yan's eyes were gleaming, and he stared into the distance.

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

"...Isn't it a persistent obsession?"

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

To be able to stand up is a good dream for Zhou Yan, but he also knows himself.

He knows that you are an unrealistic idea in the mirror.

"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, didn't eat banquets, just wanted to say a word to me, I didn't think too much. I saw him... He was wearing a black cloak and couldn't see his face, but he had an unspeakable temperament... He told me that one day in the future, someone would be cured. With my legs, I can walk and stand like normal people!"

"You believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it! Because I have seen more people like this over the years..."

How many people tell him that his leg can be cured.

But what?

When there is too much hope, disappointment follows.

In addition, Zhou Yan himself didn't have much extravagant hope for standing again, so he didn't say anything to the black robe man. He was too careful, just a perfunctory response.