Demon Lord 3

We went to other rooms. In fact, the other rooms were quite interesting. One of them was filled with toys, almost all of which were for children to play with. I looked at it and realized that when he was young, his parents confiscated all the toys in order to let him study well and stop playing with them. In his impression, there was always a crack in the door. Although he could not get in because the door was locked, he could carefully observe the toys inside through the crack. He thought about it again and again, wanting to touch it but could not. When he opened the room again after growing up, the toys had disappeared long ago, and his childhood was stuck when the toys were still in the room. After that, he always wanted to study hard and spend a lot of money to buy some toys, but in the end he didn't have that opportunity. After all, money is not so easy to make now, and he can't spend all his money on toys. He also has to make a living. Although he didn't think what his parents did was right, he always felt that all his toys were thrown away and not a single one was kept. It became a big shadow in his heart that could not be shaken off. He remembered that when all the toys were locked up that night, he cried all night. Every time he walked to the door of the toy room, he would cry, crying about his childhood. Why didn't they stop him? Why did he hand over even if he kept one for himself? After a long time, he came to another room. This time he no longer played with toys, but went to elementary school. In elementary school, he was actually quite good and behaved well in school, but there were also classmates and teachers who bullied him. Therefore, his parents were often called to school. Every time he came back, his parents would beat him without asking any questions. Then one time, the teacher wronged him, and he came back crying. His parents beat him even harder. The teacher then said that they had found the wrong person, and in fact, he did not do it. He hoped that his parents would apologize to him, but there was no good result. Therefore, this room also looked like a classroom. He will always remember that time in the classroom. There were students and teachers present at the time. His parents came in and beat him up badly, so that The next day, at school, there was still a shoe mark on my face. My classmates laughed at me because of it. The person who was laughed at the most was the one the teacher caught stealing. He'd been the one who'd been blamed the whole time. He was still laughing. When he approached, he boasted, "My parents already came to school about this. They didn't even hit me. They just told me not to do it again, to avoid getting in trouble with my parents." By the time I got to the room, I was already furious. It was clearly those people who were wrong, so why was he always the one who got hurt? Perhaps it was his cowardice, or perhaps it was his indifference. He wouldn't get anything out of it. Why him? Why him? Why him? Xing Zhengqi pointed ahead. We were facing a large door. I didn't know what was behind it, but I knew it looked like an intermediate door, larger than any we'd seen before. It was the only large door leading inside. Even the library, filled with books, didn't have a door this big. Xing Zhengqi asked if I wanted to go in now. Or should we investigate? I said let’s go in now. After all, this matter cannot be put off any longer. We will wake up from the dream soon. If we don’t go in now, there may be no chance in the future. Thinking of this, we also pushed the door open and went in. This is a kitchen. It looks very cozy. Why is this always the deepest part of its shadow? Thinking of this, what we didn’t notice was that the door was secretly closed. We don’t know who closed it. It seems that it was closed by a gust of heat. Xing Zhengqi was also stunned when she saw this. She pointed over there and said, “Sister, look, there is a fire over there. The door is closed. Why can’t I open it?” Hearing this, I also wanted to pull the door, but found that it could not be opened. Then I looked at the window. If we jumped from this high-rise building, we would definitely die. If we went to turn off the fire, we would not be able to touch it. We suddenly found ourselves in a dead end. What should we do? What is the difference between jumping from the window and running from the door? We thought about it for a long time, and finally I came up with a good idea, which is to jump out of the window. After we jump from here, we will definitely not die and we will definitely wake up from the dream.