Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,A slight smile, a sleep, and the rest can wait until after waking up.,Zhu Yi also didn't pretend. Besides, the person in front of him wasn't someone he, a five-year-old, could handle. He was a real Venerable, the existence that people called gods in legends. 。。