I Can’t Die Today Because You Are Too Weak - I Can’t Die Today Because You Are Too Weak chapter 256

Liszt has always been a carefree boy.

He doesn’t need food, he doesn’t need sleep, and there’s no death around him. It’s hard to think about troubles.

Until he had that strange dream.

In the dream, he became a dark lord and did many incredible things. But how incredible it was, he couldn’t completely recall it.

Similar to other dreams, he cannot recall complete dreams, at best only fragmentary fragments.

The difference is that, even if Liszt remembers other dreams, he soon forgets them. But this fragment of the dream left a deep impression on him.

It’s like it’s engraved in my mind, no matter how long it takes, it will never be forgotten.

Then, some things in the dream actually happened.

Many of the things he dreamed have become reality.

“Ionia, stay high!”

This sentence became a key, and Liszt suddenly realized that he was not the only one who dreamed of this sentence.

Around him, many things that happened, all appeared in that dream. Including the word “Battle of Standing”, they are all very familiar.

what is this?

Liszt told Irelia about these things, and he sighed: “To be honest, I think… I am very unreal.”

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“Oh? Why do you think so?” Irelia asked.

“If it’s really like what I said, everything happened in my dreams, then…is this world, this me, just a dream?”

“Do you want this to be a dream?” Irelia continued.

“Of course not.” Liszt shook his head. “This world has Ionia, Irelia, the Dark Militia, and Crimson…”

“What a pity if it was just a dream?” he said.

“Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.” Irelia said, “Do you know the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?”

“What… what?” Liszt was not quite sure.

“In ancient times, there were many saints in Ionia, and Zhuang Zhou was one of them. One day, he had a dream that he was a butterfly.”

“When he woke up, he was confused. Did Zhuang Zhou dream and became a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream and became Zhuang Zhou?”

“Zhuang Zhou Mengdie…” Liszt murmured. He was also familiar with this word, and he seemed to have heard the story somewhere, but he clearly didn’t have it in his memory.

“If you really want an answer, go to Piltover,” Irelia said. “There are people who are similar to you.”

“A person similar to me?” Liszt asked in confusion.

“Yes.” Irelia said, “In Piltover, there is a new lord, her name is Meng Lingqing.”

“She is looking for some special people in the Rune World, that is… people who have had strange dreams.” Irelia said, “I just glanced at the news and didn’t know much.”

“Strange dream? How strange?” Liszt continued to ask.

“The King of Light.” Irelia recalled and said, “She said that as long as she heard the name, she could tell whether the dream was strange enough.”

The King of Light?

Liszt recited the name silently, and the whole person was stunned there.

Yes… The King of Light has definitely appeared in his dreams!

But why would someone have a similar dream with him?

what is this?

Irelia looked at his reaction and smiled: “It seems that your dream is indeed strange enough, right?”

Liszt nodded and said, “Thank you, I… have to go to Piltover.”

“When are you going to leave?” Irelia asked.

“Wait until the war is completely won,” Liszt said. “I still have a lot to do.”

He looked at Irelia and said, “By the way, I have another request, I wonder if you can agree?”

“What request?”

“Seeing you dance is the wish of everyone in the Dark Militia.” Liszt said, “I saw it today, but the brothers haven’t seen it yet. I thought… I can’t eat alone.”

“What do you mean by eating alone?” Irelia asked.

“It’s that good things are only for yourself, not for others.” Liszt explained.

“You should know that I dance for myself, never for anyone,” Irelia said.

Liszt was a little disappointed, he thought there was no chance, but Irelia continued: “But…”

Hearing this But, Liszt immediately smiled and said quickly, “But what?”

“But after tonight, we’re not even friends anymore. When I was dancing, my friend’s friend happened to be next to me, so that’s fine.”

Irelia deftly circumvented the question.

“Of course nothing!” Liszt gave a thumbs up.

“But until the war is completely won,” Irelia said. “At that time, if I am alive and you are alive, I will honor the promise of tonight.”

“I’m fine.” Liszt agreed, “It’s you, don’t die!”

“You’re quite confident.” Irelia said with a smile, she held out her fist at Liszt, “Then…”

Liszt and Irelia bumped fists, and then she said down: “That’s it!”

Irelia couldn’t stay here for long, she was the Will of the Blades, the military leader of Ionia, and there was a lot waiting for her.

After saying goodbye to Liszt, her figure disappeared into the night.

This conversation was short but beautiful. For some unknown reason, Liszt’s heart suddenly filled up.

It may be because of Irelia, or because of the God King of Light who has never met before. Who knows. Liszt never thought so much.

Eventually, Liszt found the Dark Militia on a certain street. It was already the second half of the night, and everyone after the carnival had already fallen asleep.

Liszt found a tent, threw Crimson into it, and then lay beside her.

Not long after, Liszt also fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was early morning, and the sun of the Runeworld had brought light to Ionia.

Because of the alcohol, Crimson was still sleeping soundly. Liszt didn’t wake her up, he stretched himself and walked out of the tent.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he was taken aback. Covance, Trond, Bartos and others were all around the tent door, whispering.

“What are you doing?” Liszt asked.

“Boss… Li… Awesome!” Covance gave Liszt a thumbs up, “It’s only been a long time since I didn’t see you, so you took down the boss of the Crimson Militia?”

Trond is even more admired: “Boss, you really hide it, teach us quickly, how did you do it?”

Bartos is even more direct: “The big guys go away first, the spring night is worth a thousand dollars, disturbing the good things of the boss, but you can’t eat the good fruit.”

Liszt looked at them inexplicably, not knowing what they were talking about.

But someone knows.

“What are you talking about?”

Crimson’s angry voice came from the tent door.

broken.