The sound of gunfire, cannons, roars, and shouts seemed to be near you, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away.

The cannon was shattered and the dust was flying, and the people around couldn't see their faces clearly. Their figures were extremely blurred, but they were all wearing armed armor.

Someone shouted at him, but after a moment he was hit by an inexplicable beam of light and turned into powder.

The explosion started everywhere in the city walls, and everyone fell into the dark red mist that spread over. There were broken bodies everywhere. The smell of blood and smoke mixed in the nostrils. What gathered under the feet was the blood flowing from the people around them.

What made Ling An tremble the most and was shocked was the shadow as tall as Mount Everest on the distant horizon.

Countless roaring reptile-like evil spirits,

The figure floating in the sky,

Eyes that despise everything...

Just when Ling An was about to be unable to support him, a white-haired old man next to him who couldn't see clearly grabbed his shoulder.

Ling An turned his head in horror, but couldn't see anything clearly.

In the distance, the huge shadow seemed to raise a hand and slowly slapped at this place.

Depressed, heavy.

Can't breathe.

Just when Ling An could no longer think, the white-haired old man pushed him behind him.

Ling An hurriedly wanted to catch something, but everything around him seemed to be just illusory and nothing was allowed to catch him.

A feeling of weightlessness emerged from the bottom of his heart. In a trance, Ling An seemed to hear what the white-haired old man said to him.

He couldn't hear the sound clearly, but Ling An was surprisingly able to see the old man's mouth shape clearly.

“Be careful on the road…”

———

brush!

“Hu…huha…huha…huha…huha…”

He suddenly sat up from the bed, and Ling An was gasping for breath.

Shaking his head, Ling An looked at the still dark sky outside the window.

He took out his Tianxun bracelet from beside the pillow, and the dazzling light forced Ling An to squint his eyes.

It's only 2 a.m....

Ling An lay down again.

Have you just had a nightmare?

That dream made Ling An feel very bad, but he couldn't say the specific content.

I must have been previewing the modern history related to the Fortress Age last night. The images I saw made me feel bad associations. It seems that I shouldn’t look at these heart-wrenching things before going to bed at night... No, what am I afraid of?

Touching his head and covering it with a quilt, Ling An tried to fall asleep.

Hu...hu...hu...hu...hu...

But after a few minutes, Ling An not only couldn't sleep, but he also heard a burst of unspeakable knocking sound.

It's useless to cover the pillow on your head.

Although the knocking sound was inaudible, my heartbeat was clearer.

Plop...Plop...

"call!"

Ling An sat up again and turned over and got off the boat.

He gently pushed open the door and looked at his mother and sister's room first.

It seems that my mother and sister are asleep...

Ling An was careful not to make a sound, he wanted to get the desk lamp in the study.

Since I can't sleep, then get up and study. As for why I don't turn on the lights in my room, I have to get the lamp...

Saving a little bit is also saving.

However, as I approached the study, the knocking sound I just heard became clearer.

Ling An was stunned, then understood something, gently pressed the door handle of the study room and pushed open the door.

In front of the computer desk in the study, Ling Xiangming rubbed his tired eyes, thought about it in his mind, then typed on the keyboard again, and wrote the content in his mind.

"dad."

Ling An slowly came behind Ling Xiangming.

"Xiao An, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Ling Xiangming was not scared, but was stunned on his face. He noticed that his voice just now was a little louder. He lowered his voice and frowned:

"Did I wake you up with the sound of typing on the keyboard? Sorry, I was paying attention... Go back to bed quickly, and you will have to go to school tomorrow."

Without looking at Ling An's expression, Ling Xiangming turned around and continued to think about the following content.

"Don't worry about me, I'll go to bed after I finish writing this article."

Ling An felt sad.

The conditions of my own family were not bad at all.

His father Ling Xiangming is a senior department head of Yuanyang Electric Power Company, and his mother is a senior history teacher at Yuanyang No. 1 High School. Every month their family receives a considerable subsidy because of their elder brother Ling Zhiyuan.

Just from the income, my family is definitely the richest in the middle class. This can be seen from the fact that my family can pay a one-time payment to buy a house in the core area of ​​Yuanyang City, a first-tier city.

But……

Because of the strange disease caused by his twin sister Ling Xuan, he was treated every month to maintain the condition and prevent it from worsening, and the required cost reached 50,000 federal coins.

This is because they are the families of Glorious Army soldiers and enjoy medical subsidies.

This is not a hundred years ago, 50,000 federal currency, which is the annual income of many families. Even if their families are still rich, this is a heavy expense.

Therefore, while maintaining his original job, his father Ling Xiangming took the initiative to start the self-media industry and made additional income by compiling articles and publishing them on Tianxun Network.

"Go to bed quickly." Ling Xiangming finished writing a paragraph and looked back at his son who had not left yet, so he advised.

"Well, dad, please be careful and go to bed early. You have to go to work tomorrow." Ling An knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only say that.

Then, he bit his lip and turned around and walked out of the study.

"etc."

Ling Xiangming suddenly stopped him.

"Xiao An, you're up anyway, help me go to the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee. Do you know where it is?" Ling Xiangming handed the empty cup in his hand to the silent Ling An.

Ling An went to the kitchen, quietly soaked the coffee, and brought it to the study.

"Thank you, go to bed quickly." Ling Xiangming just typing on the keyboard a few more times, without looking back.

"Dad, you go to bed early, too."

After returning to his room in silence, Ling An noticed that the keyboard typing sound was much smaller...

He sighed silently in his heart, turned over to the bed, and Ling An closed his eyes.

early morning.

"Brother! Get up!"

Hearing this crisp sound, Ling An opened his eyes and immediately stretched out a hand habitually and grabbed the doll that was about to hit his head.

"Xiaoxuan, you are in your second year of high school, and you are still so naughty, like a child." Ling An sat up, but there was no trace of anger on his face.

The girl in front of her looks seventy-sixth-particle like her, but the details on her face are much softer than Ling An. At the age of 17, even though she is more immature than girls of the same age, she can already see that she will definitely be a big beauty in the future.

"What, you are only a few minutes earlier than me, and you are talking about it as well as you." Ling Xuan pouted and snatched the doll he threw out from his brother Ling An.

Ling An wanted to wear clothes and asked Ling Xuan to call her father. He knew that Ling Xiangming, who had been busy all night, must have not gotten up at this time and should have fallen asleep in the study.

After quickly putting on his clothes, Ling An moved his muscles and bones a little.

Ling Xuan is not wrong. Although Ling An was born a few minutes earlier than his sister, he has been doing some work after school since last year to subsidize his family income. Compared with his peers, he is really much older.

At least that's the case on the outside.

Ling Xuan didn't want to do anything, but her family, including Ling An, were not allowed to go out for odd jobs. She was a year late for her illness, so Ling An was already a senior high school student this year, but she had just entered the second year of high school.

When Ling An walked out of the room and entered the bathroom to wash, he happened to see his mother Yu Shuwan preparing breakfast and was smiling and taking clothes for his father who came out of the study.

Ling Xuan was already sitting at the dining table and poured milk into everyone's cups.

To be honest, if Ling Xiangming had not allowed to reduce the nutritional supply of his family, their family's financial pressure would have been much relieved.

However, seeing Ling An and Ling Xuan grow up safely, Ling Xiangming never complained about pressure in front of his family.

With a slight smile, Ling An spit out the mouthwash.
To be continued...