He tried his best to ask again, but he could not hear any sound in his ears. These four words were spit out of his mouth, and they immediately disappeared and no longer existed. He asked loudly: "Is it you?" He could not hear anything in his ears. It seemed that these three words had never been spit out of his mouth, it was just his method.

He walked forward, stretched out his hands to grop, and there was a slight sound in front of him, and the man walked in front of him. The surroundings were dark, and Han Yiming could not grasp the person who was always walking in front of him. From his faint sound, the man was also walking forward constantly. Although he was not walking fast, he could not touch him. Standing in the darkness, he did not know the direction and did not distinguish the direction, he couldn't help but follow the person ahead.

I don't know how long I walked, the man suddenly stopped. Han Yiming hit him head-on. As soon as he bumped into him, he felt that the man was warm, flesh and blood, and quickly closed his feet. But immediately, it turned out to be gone. The man disappeared out of thin air and let him hit him head-on. Han Yiming tried his best to stabilize his body, but fell down. It turned out to be the ground below, and Han Yiming touched the grass, soil and gravel. It was just that the fall was not painful.

He was about to get up when he suddenly heard a slight sound in front of him. People with dizzy eyes and no direction had their ears more sensitive than usual, and even the subtle sound could be heard clearly. Han Yiming was fully focused, and the sound flashed by, and the surroundings were as quiet as he was. He was not completely unexperienced, and he was not as timid as before. He stood there and listened carefully, and the subtle sound was like the wind passing by his ears, and he couldn't hear it in a flash.

Han Yiming closed his eyes, calmed down, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around. In front of him, it seemed that it was chaotic blackness, which was different from usual. Not only could he see the slightest light, but he could not even distinguish the distance. He seemed to be in a vast fog, but the fog was thick black, as dark as ink. He stretched out his hands to explore the way forward, and there was nothing in front of him. He walked slowly forward, taking every step very carefully, but there were no stones and weeds under his feet to trip.

Suddenly, his left hand touched the other hand and was startled, but the hand was as warm as his left hand. Han Yiming was relieved. Even if he was a monster, he couldn't care about it and held it hard. His right hand suddenly tightened, and then he realized that it was his left hand that touched his right hand. This thick black was so dark that he couldn't even recognize his own hand. Even if he held it, he didn't know it was his own. Is he really the only one in this thick black?

Is this his dream? Han Yiming couldn't help but wonder. It's not strange to see anything in the dream, but his hands felt it. Is there such an understanding in the dream? He couldn't help but stop, and he really had to tell it apart. A sound that seemed to cry and complain came gently, and Han Yiming was furious, looking at the place where the sound came.

Except for the darkness, I still didn't see anything, but there were sounds in my ears. The sound seemed to come from a very far place, slightly floating like the sound of the wind. The sound of the wind passing through the valley was completely unreal. But in the darkness, I was shocked! This was not the sound of beasts, he was not catching the wind and shadows, there were people there!

There were people there, and more than one person! Han Yiming then heard a sigh, which sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. This sigh was definitely different from the previous sound. The sound before had a clear and cool air of dripping water through the stone, and it was clear and melodious in his ears. The sigh behind it was very heavy and very familiar, as if he had heard it more than once. But he couldn't hear this familiar sigh, and he didn't even have anyone heard it!

Han Yiming held his breath more and more, listening quietly to the sounds over there. Since he couldn't see it, then listen and listen carefully. In the dark and silent, even his breath seemed to have become a huge sound. After a long time, he heard a slight whimper, which was still slight and unpredictable. He couldn't bear to listen carefully. In his heart, his heartstrings trembled and he was sad.

Suddenly, a man's voice said, "I...why..." His voice seemed to float from the bottom of the water, and seemed to come from a very far place. Han Yiming listened carefully and captured every word he said with all his might. A moment later, the man's voice said, "You...have..." He could only catch a few words, and he couldn't hear them completely.

Someone said quietly, and was also vague: "You..." With just one word, you can tell that you are a woman, but you don't know anything else. Han Yiming was also strange. He had always been able to listen to what others could not hear, and what others could not see, but he did not expect that when he arrived here, he could not hear at all. Even the few sounds he heard were a few unnecessary words that he tried his best to grasp.

After that, there was no sound again. Han Yiming raised his ears, but he didn't even hear a trace of sound. He could not see, could not hear, could not move forward, nor could he retreat. I wonder if this man and woman were far away in the sky or near in front of him? Are they Bailong and his wife? He was also familiar with Bailong's voice. He couldn't help but take out Bailong's voice and smile in his heart and compared it with the man. Bailong was cheerful and bright, so he had never heard his sigh, and it seemed that he had never sighed. His not to blame the world is particularly heartbreaking. He could not compare without hearing his sigh.

Is that woman a golden dragon? She couldn't even know. He only heard the golden dragon say something, and he had forgotten it before and could not tell it. However, he did not dare to sigh or speak. If it were them, wouldn't he disturb them? He was even more restrained and cautious.

After a while, the man said, "If...you..." Han Yiming had tried his best to listen, but he still heard only two words. But the man obviously said more than these two words! If he could hear more, he would recognize who this person was. The voice was so familiar that he could call out his name when he opened his mouth, but his mind was blank. The name that was about to come out to his mouth could not be said. The only thing he could determine was that this man was definitely not Bailong! His chest was not hot, and he didn't even have a slight warmth!
Chapter completed!