Chapter 3336 Dream? Reality?

The thick fog fills the air, sometimes turning into the giant mouth of a ferocious beast, sometimes gathering into the fangs of a demon, sometimes like an abyss maze that makes even the gods dizzy, making people fearful and afraid to take a step into the fog.

In this dangerous and silent mist, the creaking and creaking sounds were particularly harsh. From far to near, it was a blurry figure, which seemed a little stooped, but in the blink of an eye, it gave people an upright and strong aura, as if The constant transition and reincarnation between the old and the prime of life is extremely weird.

Gallon, walking in this thick fog, he has been walking here for a day and a night, with no direction, no signs, and no end. An ordinary adventurer would have long been anxious and anxious, trying desperately to find a way to get there. Looking for a way out of the thick fog.

However, Gallon's walking posture was very steady, taking one step at a time. The footprints were not as neat as measured by a ruler, but were long and short, deep and shallow.

It feels like an ordinary old man strolling in the park, leisurely and contented.

The long hair on the legs was wet and stuck to the feet due to the mist. The white stubble was messy and stiff, and the slightly squinted eyes were like those often seen in the park, listening to old songs while reminiscing. The old man back then was slightly turbid, but full of nostalgia, and he was immersed in selfless memories.

He didn't seem to be worried at all about how to get out of this fog that was scarier than the maze, nor was he worried that a powerful demon would suddenly jump out from the other side of the thick fog and smash his head with a stick.

Carefully follow the steps he took. Although they are different in length and depth, they don't look like a hidden old man at all. But there is only one thing, and that is straight, as straight as a ruler. For He didn't have the slightest hesitation or confusion about the direction he wanted to take.

From time to time, he would take out one or two spices from the large and overly exaggerated cloak, put it in front of his nose, and sniff it gently, his eyes becoming more misty.

The familiar smell buried deep in his memory, so deep that he could almost never dig it out, and this thick fog that seemed to travel through time and space, were leading him to a world of nostalgia.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the fog in front of him, and it took the initiative to meet him. His eyes suddenly turned white. The next moment, a breeze blew in his face, and he was standing on the top of the endless grassland slope.

Below the top of the slope, there was a small mountain village. It seemed surprising, but it seemed natural. Gallen subconsciously looked at himself a few times. The cloak and wet leg hair were gone, replaced by a set of ordinary civilian linen clothes. As if to facilitate movement, a large section of the sleeves and trouser legs were cut off, revealing young and strong limbs, holding a rough and rusty iron sword in his hand.

There should be a small river nearby. Gallen thought subconsciously and took it for granted. He took a step forward and suddenly realized that there was indeed a gurgling stream in front of him.

He stood by the river, looking at the reflection in the river. It was a young face, familiar yet unfamiliar, like an old classmate who had been separated for decades and only reunited at retirement age. He only vaguely remembered the outline of the other person. If it wasn't a coincidence, I wouldn't dare to recognize each other.

Fortunately, because the reflection in the river was himself, Galen quickly recognized it. It should be his appearance when he was young. No wonder he couldn't remember it. He almost forgot more important things, let alone his appearance when he was young. .

The young face reflected in the river shows a self-deprecating expression and slightly narrowed eyes, showing the vicissitudes of life and loneliness that this young man should not have at all.

Then, he turned back and his eyes fell on the small village at the foot of the hill. There was smoke from the cooking pots, and it was an ordinary village, neither big nor small.

From beginning to end, Galen showed no sign of surprise, but when he took steps toward the village, he hesitated and even panicked.

Finally, he took steps and walked faster and faster.

Gradually, when I arrived at the village road, I met some unfamiliar faces that I had long forgotten, but they recognized me and greeted me one after another, even as Galen Boy yelled indiscriminately.

Galen opened his mouth, and then a bunch of forgotten names came out of his mouth uncontrollably. The young face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life also showed the energetic smile that he had lost long ago, and he greeted everyone who passed by one by one. Say hello.

This is fine, Gallen is like a passer-by, looking at the uncontrolled body with amazing calmness, making noises, showing a hearty smile, chatting and laughing with every villager.

"Boy Galen, you're going to change jobs soon, right?"

"Well, I will participate in the job transfer ceremony next month, so stay tuned."

"Good boy, you did a good job. Aunt Kamla must have been favored by God. Not only did she give birth to a good daughter, she also picked up a good son. I said Galen, or you can come to my house. Look, my house The girl is not bad either.”

Facing the strange uncle who hooked his shoulder, Galen kept giggling and said nothing.

"Hof, you guys go away and don't even look at the figure of your good daughter. Can she compare with Aigina?"

"She...she is just a little fatter. Being fat is good for fertility, do you know?"

Gallen turned a deaf ear to the messy scene in front of him. The name flashed through his mind, causing heart palpitations. Once, he thought he had almost forgotten the name.

"Sorry, I have to go home," Gallon said.

"Yo, yo, can't wait to go home and make out with your wife?"

"Gallon, do your best. The peace of the village will depend on you in the future."

"Put it on me." Galen put the iron sword on his shoulder, raised his hand to wave, and ran away without looking back.

"This kid is still young, but he's actually shy."

"Hahaha, you're right. Egina must keep him under control to prevent him from being seduced by girls from other villages. He is the first job transferee in our village."

"Where did Aunt Kamla pick up a good son? I'm going to try to pick one up too."

"Come on, you..."

"Have you heard that the big men in the town and bars have heard that Lord Tarasha seems to be dead and was killed by the three demons!"

"Don't be stupid. Lord Tarasha is the strongest man in the world and the savior of our continent. How could he die? Besides, weren't the three demon gods sealed by Lord Tarasha? You probably heard some drunkard talking nonsense. Bar."

The discussion behind him became more and more blurred, and the small room that appeared in his sight once again made Galen's scalp almost numb. If his body had not been out of control, his tear ducts would have collapsed in an instant.

It was a small, square wooden house, not much different from the surrounding houses. However, the large and small bamboo screens placed in the yard were slightly floating in the air, and could be seen even from a long distance away. The faint pungent spice he smelled made him shout almost crazy in his mind.

This is the smell! ! ! This is the smell! ! !

In the yard, a beautiful figure placing a bamboo sieve attracted Gallon's attention.

"Agina." Gallen, whose body was out of control, showed a shy expression, and walked quietly to the girl, for fear of disturbing her.

"Gallon, you're back." The girl turned back, showing a dreamy face.

There was a time when Galen thought that he had already forgotten this face, and even if he saw it again, he might not be able to recognize it.

One thousand years is really too long, too long...

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