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That night, Hoffa had a very strange dream.

He dreamed that he encountered a brown forest, and there was a narrow and deep path in the forest. He followed the path all the way forward, and there were countless swamps on the road, and if he stepped on it wrongly, he would fall deep into it.

The journey was thrilling.

When he finally crossed the path, he found himself on a vast and endless prairie. The vastness and desolation of the prairie exceeded the limits of human imagination.

Seeing the grassland, he just wanted to run and move forward.

So he turned into a horse, spreading his hooves, and ran quickly. The wild running brought him the joy of freedom, which was an unimaginable trembling in his soul.

However, the cold water drops fell on his neck. It was a bit unexpected.

He looked back inexplicably. Although the horse could not turn its head to look at his back, he still tilted his neck 180 degrees. It turned out that there was a girl riding on his back. Who was Hoffa?

It's not clear, she might be Aglaia, she might also look a little like Miranda, or even a little like the girl the Peruvian wizard sacrificed to him.

She sat on Hoffa and cried silently. She just kept crying, and kept crying. Her tears were like those of a kite with short strings.

Hoffa felt very uncomfortable, not only because she kept crying, but also because her weight was pressing down on him, preventing him from running at full speed on the vast grass.

So he knelt down and let the girl slide off his back. The light back made him feel extremely light, and he raised his head and let out a wild cry.

With his mane trembling and his hooves flying, he ran wildly on the vast green grassland again. This time, his speed was extremely fast, unimaginably fast. He just wanted to go faster, faster, and faster.

.. He didn’t know why he did this, but the boundless grassland tempted him to shout and run.

Finally, after an extremely happy sprint.

He had to stop suddenly.

Because a clear river appeared in front of him.

The river was turbulent and there were many sharp stones on the river bed. He had to wade through the river to reach the other side of the grassland. If he wade across, his hooves might be seriously injured.

Not only that, there is an unknown green leaf tree on the other side of the river, which is the only tree on this grassland.

An old man with gray hair sat cross-legged under the tree, lowering his head and quietly observing the river. When he saw the wild horse on the other side of the river, he couldn't help but smile.

The grassland on the other side of the river was still endless. Hoffa could only continue running after crossing the river. He longed to go to the other side of the river like the old man. He was so eager that he raised his hooves and planned to wade across the river.

There was a frantic cry from behind.

That's his name.

He turned around and saw that the girl riding on him was actually catching up. She stumbled, her knees and feet were covered in blood. She was begging him not to go over.

Hoffa was so confused that he kept spinning around the river.

The old man on the other side of the river slowly stood up with his knees on his hands. He turned around with a smile and left, entering the depths of the grassland on the other side of the river without a trace.

Hoffa was struck by strong unwillingness, and he stepped towards the river. The sharp stones immediately gave him a heart-piercing pain, and he shouted.

He suddenly sat up from the sheets, covered in cold sweat.

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The room was empty and very quiet.

Only the clock was ticking and swaying. It was the owl clock hanging on the wall.

Some dim yellow light shone in from outside the window, which was the hyacinth lamp hanging outside the window. Someone was talking in the distance, but I couldn't hear clearly. He was lying on a small single bed, with a person beside him.

There is a simple single sofa set. Outside the sliding door is a refrigerator and a sink. A pink sticky note on the refrigerator indicates the gender of the owner of the house.

Is this Miranda's house?

He woke up.

Dreams are quickly forgotten.

The chaotic hallucination disappeared, and Hoffa felt that his brain was light and refreshing. It seemed that he had never been so happy since he was born. His brain was so relaxed that he could even memorize an entire thick Latin dictionary immediately.

Why is it so refreshing?

The confused Hoffa sat alone on the bed and gradually remembered what happened. He accompanied Miranda to Peru to deal with the price of green cocoa. As a result, he accidentally blew up a mountain with a mind flow spell, and was worshiped by the local Peruvian wizard.

After offering sacrifices to the gods, they seemed to have burned some strange smoke for him in the end. From that moment on, his consciousness tended to be fragmented, and he could only remember some fragmentary images.

Colorful crowns, beating natives, deafening drums, towering pyramids, rituals on the pyramids, and...Miranda...underground lagoon...room...thirst...pain...

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Suddenly, Miranda's face became clear. Because Hoffa thought of her grabbing his hair and saying those vicious words, "I want you to remember who I am."

He touched the top of his head and his face instantly turned pale.

"It's over...what have I done...?"

Hoffa murmured, then stretched out his hand to touch his thigh, which was sticky. He quickly opened the quilt and saw some diluted dried blood on the sheets, which was light pink. There were also some on his legs...

"Wow!"

He let out an exclamation and quickly covered himself with the quilt again. He looked around like a thief, but there was no one in the room and there was no other sound.

His heart was beating wildly and he was repeating something incoherently, as if someone was hitting his head with a hammer, knocking him dizzy.

"no...no...no...no...no, no, no, no, no..."

After talking to himself for a while, he recovered from the dizziness, stood up shakily, and began to rummage through the cabinets to find Miranda. He looked under the bed and opened the cabinets, as if Miranda might be hiding there.

It's like playing hide and seek with him inside.

But there is no doubt that she is not here.

Until he suddenly opened the bathroom curtain, only the slightly dripping shower head showed that the bathroom had indeed been used.

Seeing the dripping shower head, he felt that he had to take a shower. So he turned the switch to cold water and let the water pour on his head, hoping that this would calm him down.

But looking at the faint red color washed away from his body by the water, and looking at the dozens of strawberries on the guy's chest in the mirror next to him, he couldn't calm down.

He wanted to know what it felt like, but he seemed to have swallowed the ginseng fruit whole and couldn't figure it out and couldn't find it.

He only remembered that he felt a passion that he had never experienced before. It was huge, surging, incomparable, indescribable, and it was almost difficult to imagine the passion that could happen between humans!

But if he tried to recall the details, he really couldn't recall anything. He had completely lost his memory of last night.

This depression made him want to bang his head against the white porcelain wall in front of him. He didn't know what to do, fearing that he would have to pay compensation if he hit the wall. He had to bury his face in his hands, and then slowly tear up his hair. It seemed like this

If he could pull his brain out of his head and throw it into the toilet and flush it away, he wouldn't have to think about anything anymore.

Obviously he should only defeat Silby and go back fifty years later. Obviously they are friends... Obviously...

Why does this happen?

No clue.

After taking a cold shower, he started looking for his clothes again.

Find this, oh!

He had no idea just now, but it turned out that there was a pile of clothes beside his bed, neatly folded and placed there. There was also a blue bath towel on top.

Hoffa sat in front of the pile of clothes, staring blankly at the pile of clothes, his soul almost leaving his body.

After a while, he lowered his head tremblingly, picked up the bath towel, and smelled it.

There was a faint scent of violet flowers on it, and the smell instantly took him back to the Hogwarts train in seven years. He remembered that when he first met Miranda, she folded his clothes once.

Then when he was in second grade again, he met Miranda in Diagon Alley and was taken to a hotel by her to spend the night. He also spent that night surrounded by the faint fragrance of flowers and breathing.

There was also the cat he held in his arms four years ago, and on Christmas Eve two years ago... some fragments of their past life together would appear in front of him vividly and vividly, leaving him feeling sad for a long time.

Following the scent, he moved his head to the pillow and buried his face deep into the ground. The body scent there was like a hand, firmly grasping him. It was so unbelievable that it reflected his ordinary and despicable side.

Is this fate?
Chapter completed!