Demon Lord 3

The two chatted until very late, and in the end, they were so drunk that they were carried back by everyone. Later, it seemed that they slowly let go of everything and solved it. I don’t know if the relationship between the two was too good before, or if the two have always been friends, so the two have always been very friendly. Because of the little episode just now, the two people’s hearts suddenly fell to the bottom, but later they were won back by the persuasion and nagging of their friends. The reason why the two of them were able to have what happened later was all due to the consequences of their changing the world. If they hadn’t changed the world like that, perhaps his status in the world would have been worse than before. We are actually also wondering why the relationship between the two of them became so complicated later, and it is said that it is because they have a bond. Although they are not related by blood, they are later The two of them had a bond because of their children, because of their relatives, because of everything, and later they gradually developed a bond. Maybe blood relationship is not the closest, but beyond blood relationship, two people can be tightly bound together, which is enviable. Even in the original world, I am not so obsessed with blood relationship. I know that this is a family, but if it is a family without blood relationship, maybe this is the time to test the relationship. If you are willing to go, go. If you are willing to disperse, disperse. There is nothing to restrain. You will not use blood relationship to morally kidnap others, nor will you use a person without blood relationship to insult others. Blood relationship is not a reason for moral kidnapping, nor is it a shackle imposed on others. No one is always a slave to someone, and no one can always be high above. Just stay close to the ground when taking off, and don't wait until you fall too badly when landing. I had another dream that night. In the dream, I was actually still in a relatively unreal environment. I don’t know if I felt that everything was too real. Maybe I had already felt that it was not a dream, but everything seemed too fake. I also felt that it was faker than a dream. It seemed like a two-dimensional world here, and I could see pixels, as if my eyes were not focusing very realistically, and it seemed that the world I was in was too fake, as if it was carved out bit by bit, but it was re-arranged for me by an electronic computer. This dream was actually quite interesting. I was sitting in a car and saw a person I didn’t know at all, but I had a great chat with this person, as if we were old acquaintances, but I didn’t really know this person. The reason why I could chat with him so happily was probably because I was still lonely and lonely in the dream. If not, maybe I could run to an environment I wanted and live the life I wanted. Life, however, is different in dreams. It's forced upon me by others, so I had to follow the dream's instructions and not add too much of my own. While getting on the bus, I encountered something quite frustrating: someone rushed out and snatched my wallet. The person next to me, who had been chatting with me nicely, didn't even try to help me get it back. I slowly began to resent this person. I wasn't sure if it was my fault or theirs, but I felt they should have helped me. This created a rift between us. The thief who snatched my wallet was also quite interesting. I think I knew this person in real life, an old classmate, but I couldn't remember who it was. After waking up and reminiscing about it, I realized something I hadn't considered: I didn't even know this person in real life, but they had created a new identity for me in the dream. Besides this experience, there was another one: in the dream, I couldn't speak and was cursed for no reason. In my mind, I cursed this person a thousand times, wishing them death, but there was nothing I could do. I'm in a dream now. Later, I developed a level of dream control, where I could even try to express my deep emotions in my dreams and imagine how to fight back. But my later dreams seem more comedic or heartwarming, not as violent or bloody as before. I try to revisit those dreams, but they slowly fade away. Perhaps at that time, the dream reflected my inner fear and terror. Even with a knife in my hand, I wouldn't dare stab. But why haven't I had those dreams since?