Chapter 189 This Is My Destination

Li Xiaoming sighed, cheered up again, and opened his clothes. It seems that it is not that cold anymore. Birds are chirping on the branches, and frogs and crickets are singing together as accompaniments.

"I don't know why I feel my nose is sore. Maybe I've adapted to the quiet city life and can't stand the coldness of the old house and your nonsense."

He stepped lightly on the stone bricks and walked forward step by step without looking back once.

Pushing open the door in front of him again, the inside was different from what he imagined. Li Xiaoming expected to see a large ancestral hall with memorial tablets, an ash stove, and a few incense sticks with green smoke rising.

After all, this is in line with the artistic conception. The key is that it does not play according to common sense.

You thought you bought a book of ** in a bookstore and took it home. After you opened it excitedly, you discovered that it was actually a dictionary, and it was a hardcover version, although it was a banned book in a sense.

"Fuck, this..." Li Xiaoming bit his lip and looked at everything in front of him, not knowing how to express it.

There are antique buildings, a few shabby benches, exquisite vases, and beautiful calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Everything seems normal, except for the AK47 and Barrett on the table.

Others' plates are filled with apples and oranges. You put a few grenades on this plate for me to use as fruit. Don't you think it will hurt your teeth?

Other places are even more speechless. A large number of weapons are placed against the wall, as if to intimidate the young people. There are also mighty armors piled randomly in the corners, and exquisitely crafted cold weapons. The weapons looked almost rusty after passing through the years.

These are normal. The key thing is, tell me what's going on with the humanoid Gundam sitting in the center of the ancestral hall!

Li Xiaoming's mood could no longer be expressed in words. Such a huge contrast destroyed all the previous good impressions. I couldn't help but complain: "Oh, this is a terrible combination."

What sits in the center is not so much a humanoid Gundam as it is a pair of power core original armor. The nuclear reactor in the middle is running, emitting a faint white and blue light, with black ion wing armor on both sides.

It's just that the eyes on his head are not shining, as if he has stopped working.

He took a few steps forward desperately and patted the power armor gently with his hand.

"Oh my gosh, this is the romance of men. It's so handsome. Let me touch it for a while."

Suddenly, the head of the machine armor slowly turned around, its two eyes glowed purple, and its mouth emitted a sound effect produced by digital coding.

"Hey, it's restarting."

"We are looking for adapters, have been upgraded and are being restarted. 1%, 2%... 99%, 100%, completed. Welcome to use Apocalypse No. 1."

"My friend I haven't seen you for a long time. You have been sleeping in a dream for many years. You finally woke up and you are still dedicating everything to your goal. Is this your fate?"

"Ganha, I thought you were going to give me a sign. You just started calling me friends, which made me break away from the proletariat."

Li Xiaoming said jokingly, then glanced around, found a chair and sat down, reached out and picked up the gun on the table, playing with it wantonly.

The robot armor stood up slowly, walked to the door, looked at the blue sky and said: "Maybe, aren't you curious about who I am? Forget it, it doesn't matter, you didn't ask anyway.

"This road is difficult and rugged, and every step forward will bring countless disasters to the people around you. Even so, are you persisting in your goals? Is there really a way to change the disasters that occur after so many years? "

Li Xiaoming crossed his legs, stared at him sideways, and said with great disdain:

"Disaster? How severe can it be? I only believe that man can defeat nature. Now that I have joined the hibernation plan, there is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, you appear in my dreams every day, aren't you annoying!

"When I want to have a good sleep, you always come out to disturb me. Do you know why I don't care about your identity? I almost saw a strange guy like you every two days in my dream, and each one was more awesome than the last one. .”

Li Xiaoming's tone was depressed and angry, and he threw the rifle on the table at him impolitely.

He dodged the blow by tilting his head. "This is your fate and cannot be changed. I look forward to your success. Maybe you are really tired, but remember not to sleep for too long, otherwise my mecha will be rusty. It will not be the next time you see me. We will meet again with this outfit..."

"I hope I don't have to wake up from my long sleep. I haven't even paid off my mortgage yet, and I've only paid half of my car payment."

Li Xiaoming said sadly, raised his head and put his hands on his head.

The mecha suddenly said curiously: "Wait a minute, didn't you rent a house? When did you buy the house?"

"Come on, this shabby metal is really serious. But this old house is also really shabby. It should be renovated. Otherwise, if a visitor comes to visit and suddenly collapses, wouldn't he have to pay for medical expenses?"

Li Xiaoming patted the mecha on the shoulder and said with a smile, then walked out the door.

To be honest, Li Xiaoming really doesn't understand why he keeps having these strange dreams. Is this a common problem for everyone who has fantasy dreams? Fortunately, I didn’t get killed while playing role-playing this time, and the person in the dream always said that he was dreaming. Isn’t this nonsense!

"You will come back again. Mingwuyan, you will wish for your original name again, remember... to be better to the people around you." The mecha's electric noise sounded, but this time it was extremely delicate and gentle. .

"Don't worry, even if I die, nothing will happen to them. Wait, who are you!"

Li Xiaoming felt that this guy was so strange. He really understood him very well. The moment he suddenly had an idea, he felt unspeakable fear. What kind of existence was under the mask of the power armor.

Just as he finished speaking, his body became blurred, and was finally involved in the whirlpool into an unknown space. The owner of the power armor waved to him, and everything was over.

"Quack... squeak..."

Only the croaking of frogs and the sound of crickets were left, echoing in this quiet and somewhat disturbing house.

After a long time.

"Aww, I slept so comfortably."

Li Xiaoming stretched sleepily, then slowly opened his eyes and got up from the ground.

Wait a minute, why is it on the ground? Li Xiaoming looked around in confusion.

The sky was still gray, and I could only see a small boat-like moon hanging in the sky. Its yellow color lost its brilliance. Li Xiaoming was not sure whether it was the sun or the moon. After all, there were two glowing circles.

The lampposts on the roadside were still lit, the streets were filled with piles of fallen leaves, and the sound of sweeping the floor could be heard in the distance, approaching step by step.

The bleak autumn wind blew by, and Li Xiaoming couldn't help but shudder. Only then did he realize that he was wearing nothing on his upper body, and only a pair of large pants were left on his lower body.

"He took off my clothes! You don't have to be so professional to pick up corpses."

Li Xiaoming estimated that the current time should be around 5:00, just when the sun and moon change.

He was a little confused as to why he suddenly ran out onto the street when he was clearly asleep at home. Could it be that I love this old street so deeply that I can't help but sleep here?

"Holy shit, do I have sleepwalking? I have to go to the doctor again. How much will it cost? The condition is getting worse. Do I need to take medicine?" Li Xiaoming's words were a bit confusing and he couldn't make up his mind at all. .

He turned back and looked into the distance. There was a figure that looked like a sanitation worker, sweeping the floor.

I estimate that after another 10 minutes or so of scanning, I should be able to get here. Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I wouldn't be scared to death if a man wearing only underpants was exposed on the street so early in the morning.

Then if you were questioned by law enforcement officers, it would be embarrassing to tell anyone.

Fortunately, he didn't sleep in the middle of the road. Otherwise, if the truck driver who was driving tiredly at night had not paid attention, his body would probably have been left there. After all, he was not the body of a nightmare now.

Li Xiaoming could have guessed what the news headlines said that night. For example, the topic was: Among the elite students of our school, Li Xiaoming committed suicide on the street because of his depression and long-term unfair treatment. Is this the sadness of human nature or the loss of morality?

This question is quite long. A shorter one would be: A certain ** man wandered into the street at night and was hit by a car and died.

If I could add one collection every day, I would be very happy.