After finishing the video in the morning, I watched a few clips of the game of Black Myth Wukong, and then fell asleep again in a daze.

As a result, I dreamed of a strange story in the martial arts world. I broke into a scene of fighting for a precious sword. Everyone at the scene thought that the sword was poisonous and did not dare to carefully identify the authenticity of the sword.

Only I held the sword and looked at it for a long time, saying repeatedly: Good sword, good sword. Then there was a period of martial arts talk, and everyone drank. As a result, everyone fell down after drinking, and only I was still standing. At this time, a respected person told me that the people in the martial arts world were scattered and lost the most basic trust. Only you touched the sword and drank wine, so you were not poisoned. Take the sword and leave here quickly, don't let the sword fall into the hands of the bad guys.

I fled with the sword all the way. On the road, I met many masked people who kept hijacking the sword in my hand. Whenever it was very dangerous and I felt that I couldn't hold on, there would be masters who secretly helped me.

There was an aunt who robbed me 3 times, and was finally beaten to death by the master.

Before I woke up, I arrived at a tall building. There were many tall people dancing opposite. I used my Qinggong skills to try to escape from the ceiling, but was grabbed down by someone taller than me!

Standing in front of them, I was like a dwarf. A few children who were about the same height as me came. I asked them how old they were. The leading child said 5 years old. I said, my God, why are you all so tall? The child said, our grandfather is taller and can't live here!

Then I woke up!