"What the hell is this place?" Blore sat up subconsciously, but suddenly felt his body become very light. He looked down and found that all the chains on his body had disappeared, without any trace left.
He looked around and found that the space here was extremely small. Apart from the bed he was lying on, there was only a table against the wall and a lamp hanging from the ceiling that was of unknown quality.
"Where have I come to this time? Am I still myself?" Blore felt his head full of question marks. He got out of bed as quietly as possible and wanted to climb out the window.
Blore nimbly climbed over the house and landed safely. He was surprised to find that there were many fruit trees planted around him. And the space under the fruit trees was even more unique - it was full of various flowers, forming a beautiful small flower field.
Blore was captivated by the sea of flowers and unconsciously walked towards them. A gentle breeze blew, and the blossoms swayed gently as if to welcome him, exuding a captivating fragrance. He slowly approached the field, crouching down to examine the flowers that had not yet fully bloomed. Their vibrant color and vibrant brilliance were truly captivating.
Blore stared at the flower for a long time, the more he looked, the more eerie it became. The flower's color seemed to change with the sun's movement, gradually shifting from a vibrant red to a deep purple, as if stained with blood. The petals had also become somewhat transparent, revealing the stamens within, as if hiding some secret.
Blore shuddered and tried to look away, but found his eyes fixed on the flower, unable to move. He felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible hand were gently caressing his back.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the flowers swayed gently, making a soft rustling sound. Blore's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he felt that the sound seemed to be telling him something. He tried to hear the sound clearly, but found that his ears were filled with buzzing and he could not hear anything.
Blore took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. It was just a flower, he told himself, nothing to be afraid of. He slowly reached out his hand, wanting to touch the flower to see if it was truly special. Just as his fingers were about to touch the petals, the flower suddenly withered, and the petals fell like a rain of flowers.
Blore was stunned. He looked at the petals scattered all over the ground, his heart filled with confusion and fear. He didn't know why the flower had suddenly withered, nor did he know what it meant. He just felt as if he was in a mysterious and dangerous world. Everything around him became strange and terrifying.
Blore stood up and slowly scanned his surroundings. The strange stone tablets caught his eye. Curious, he approached one and examined the strange symbols and patterns carved on it, but he couldn't decipher their true meaning. He then approached another stone tablet, and this time, he discovered that it contained names and dates.
A chill suddenly washed over Blore, and he was filled with doubts. He didn't know what the purpose of these stone tablets was, nor did he understand why they appeared in this place. These mysteries made him fall into deep thought...
But the mysterious creature that let him in didn't seem to want the human it had brought in with so much difficulty to get caught up in such boring activities. Soon, rustling sounds came from the orchard behind Blore.
Seeing this, Blore no longer hesitated and turned around suddenly.
Yet, when Blore turned, he found nothing behind him except the tall, lush fruit trees swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound. Through the gaps between the branches, one could vaguely see ripe fruits, emitting a faint fragrance of fruit and flowers, which drifted on the breeze, making one feel relaxed and happy. The sky was high and blue, and the clouds were as white as cotton, a scene full of vitality.
Blore knew clearly in his heart that he had heard strange noises just now, but now he looked back and couldn't see anything. This was obviously very wrong! He couldn't help but frown, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart.
At this moment, a soft and weak voice suddenly came from behind a Bailong fruit tree: "Um... you are well now, right?" Then, a thin figure cautiously poked his head out from behind the tree.
It's no exaggeration to say that Blore had always thought this place resembled a beautiful painting. But that wasn't what surprised him most. More importantly, it was incredibly similar to his hometown—specifically, it was exactly like the orchard behind his home. The only difference was that the trees here were covered in a sea of colorful flowers, forming a gorgeous sea of blossoms.
And when that figure came out, Blore inexplicably felt a strange emotion in his heart.
He felt like he was looking in a mirror at that moment, except that one side of the mirror was his childhood, and the other side was his present.
Seeing that Blore didn't react at all, the man became inexplicably bolder.
He walked cautiously from behind the tree. When he was less than 3 meters away from Blore, Blore seemed to come out of his trance and his eyes slowly moved to the child.
The child stood there quietly, wearing a black jacket and trousers, looking rather serious. His hair was a little messy and draped over his shoulders, adding a touch of casualness and uninhibitedness.
His features were breathtakingly delicate, his eyes, distinctly black and white, clear and luminous, as if they could see through everything. His skin was remarkably fair, as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, making one want to touch it. He looked like a meticulously crafted work of art, his aura unique, possessing the innocence of a child yet the composure and confidence of an adult. He was like a prince from a fairytale, making one want to follow in his footsteps.
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