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Do you remember that sword technique that fell from the sky? You mean Tathagata Divine Sword? Do you remember that knight who wielded his sword to the end of the world? You mean Xie Changan?

It was dark, I had a dream, I dreamed of myself. The other me in the dream is almost like two seals carved out of the same mold as me, exactly the same. I was lying on the bed and he was sitting on the head of the bed. I looked at him and he stared at me. He said to me gloomily: I want to tell you a story. I panicked: Who are you? He still repeated sullenly: I want to tell you a story. I'm scared: Who are you? His face turned gloomier. I'm sure I've never had this expression myself. He continued to stare at me with gloomy eyes and repeated: I want to tell you a story. I forced myself to calm down and asked sternly: You are just a fantasy in my dream! I don't want to hear any **stories! I even cursed out loud. At the same time, I tried hard to wake up from this nightmare, but! It's useless! Suddenly I was scared. He smiled sinisterly: If you don't listen to my story to the end, you will never wake up. His smile seemed to be magical, and I turned into a lamb to be slaughtered and compromised: Okay, you tell me. He added with disdain: Also, I want you to listen to my stories and then write them down. I had no choice but to agree to him. When I woke up the next day, the story he told was still clearly printed in my mind, but I didn't write it down after all. I believed it was just a nightmare. When I woke up, the sun still rose. Unfortunately, at night, I dreamed of that gloomy me again, and he said to me: You broke your promise! Suddenly, I panicked. I am in this horror story, forgive me, if I don't write them down, the nightmare will come true and I won't wake up.