It's like a giant leaning down towards an ant, and the slightest movement is enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth—it's not about good intentions or malice, it's just the inevitable result of too much personality gap.

[Rotten Dream Country] rose all the way from the abyss, and it was naturally impossible for such a huge momentum to avoid the eyes of other beings in the abyss.

They turned their attention to it with great interest, wondering what the Lord of Rotten Dreams was going to do.

[The Land of Rotten Dreams] is getting closer and closer to the present world, and the dream that carries safety is also being dragged towards the barrier of the present world little by little.

After all, this is just a vain dream, long detached from the present world. If you don't obey the rules of this world, you will naturally not be protected by this world.

It's close.

You don't need to look with your eyes to feel a huge shadow wriggling with sticky tentacles, constantly clinging to Enron.

"It's like a disciple who forcibly accosted a girl regardless of her opinion. Qianzhou sneered.

And in the past, he had nervously pulled Qianzhou's sleeve.

Finally, in the indescribable dimension, [Rotten Dream Country] had its first contact with Enron.

The clear sky suddenly darkened, as if covered with a layer of brown glass.

The ground began to shake, the air began to tremble, and a faint chant came from the distant horizon.

It is as if thousands of people are singing and chanting together, and all the melodies are woven together, layer by layer, to build a holy tower with the fragrance of roses.

But this holiness is only a superficial image, and the sweet aroma has a disgusting feeling that is ripe to rot. It's like countless petals piled together, sweeping away the strong fragrance when it is half-rotten.

The chant in my ears has become clearer and clearer:

"The world is miserable, and all kinds of things are like morning dew. ”

"Even if the candle is held, it is difficult to keep the white horse through the gap. ”

"It's better to dream,"

"Good dreams have their own good nights!"

"Unruly to the world, untainted with dust. ”

......

"It doesn't make sense. Qianzhou took a sip lightly to show the disdain in his heart.

"Teacher. "In the past, the hand that grabbed Qianzhou's sleeve was tightened.

"It's okay, I'm here. Qianzhou comforted.

In the past, he glanced at Qianzhou, who was covered in scars, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, why do you still want to come here? ”

"I don't want to. Qianzhou sighed, "Who told you to call me a teacher? ”

In the past, I didn't know what kind of expression to show at this time.

Holder, on the other hand, was hovered on the ground, singing so-called "hymns" like the most devout believers—he had been corrupted too much.

As the connection between the [Land of Rotten Dreams] and Enron became closer and closer, a purple sun rose into the sky.

The purple sun radiated a deep brilliance, and the majesty of the sun was not much more than that of the real sun.

Qianzhou just quietly watched the purple sun rise, even if his eyes were burned and purple blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he never lowered his head.

"In the past, this was your dream after all, so you can't help it?" asked Qianzhou.

The old man shook his head and stretched out his almost transparent arm: "It's too late, teacher. If it had been a few hundred years earlier, Enron would not have been powerless to resist. But I really can't hold on for a thousand years. ”

Former Nian sighed: "In the past thousand years, I have kept maintaining the stability of my dreams and protecting the souls of 20,000 people who have been safe - I am too tired. Even without this, Enron ...... I probably won't be able to last much longer. ”

Qianzhou looked at the girl's haggard face—her long rose-red hair was like dry grass, and her pale skin was like fragile glass. The immature face is full of vicissitudes, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of tiredness that cannot be concealed.

As the girl said, for a thousand years, she was too tired.

But Qianzhou noticed that there was still an unwilling flame in his eyes in the past. It is a deep attachment to this land, and a responsibility to 20,000 people.

So Qianzhou asked, "So in the old days, would you like to try again?"

"What?"

Qianzhou took out a bead from his pocket, and it was full of white mist.

This is the [White Mist Dragon Horse], but it is more accurate to say that its essence is the white mist of the [Mirage].

"Your ancestors asked me to tell you that she is dead anyway, and there is no need to preserve her body. Just use whatever residual heat you can exert. ”

Qianzhou said, his mind returning to the evening of the first day.

Through one of the scales of the [Mirage] in the dream, Qianzhou got a glimpse of Enron's original history.

In the distance, he saw the backs of the first prophets.

As if sensing Qianzhou's snooping, the prophet turned his head and cast his gaze at Qianzhou through the distant history.

This is a false history, yes, but what Mirage is best at is reversing the true and the false.

The faces of the first prophets seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and they were vaguely invisible. Qianzhou only saw her mouth move, but she couldn't hear a sound.

It wasn't until Qianzhou glanced at the body of the [Mirage] that the connection became closer, and not long ago, with the help of the bead in Qianzhou's hand, the words were conveyed.

Qianzhou even felt that with the ability of [Mirage]. If she doesn't want to die here, she can follow this connection and return from history, and after controlling her original body, she can easily turn the fake into the true.

It's just that there is a deep exhaustion in her tone, and it seems that she has no attachment to the world. The only thing left to worry about is Enron.

In the past, he took the bead covered with white mist, and felt the power of the same root and origin as himself: "Do it again, is it really possible?"

"Of course, it's man-made. Qianzhou nodded, "Now is the best time." [Rotten Dream Country] has just been connected with Enron, allowing a lot of strength to come over. But at the same time, because of the barrier of this world, the [Lord of Rotten Dreams] cannot be fully played. Now disconnect the two, even if it can't be solved once and for all, you can create the [Lord of Rotten Dreams]. ”

In the past, I held the beads in the palm of my hand.

With the power of [Mirage] as a guide, the whole world began to resonate.

The triple spiral slowly turned, and the layers of nested dreams burst into dazzling brilliance—it was a thousand years of history, and the souls of 20,000 people.

The vast white mist appeared out of thin air, like a grand storm. The storm howled, the heavens and the earth shook, and the line between the virtual and the real became blurred.

But the state of the past years was getting worse and worse - she gritted her teeth and frowned. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her forehead, and her already pale skin now looked more like a thin sheet of paper.

Even the body of the past has become illusory, and it seems that it will disappear at any moment like a shadow.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I really can't do it. ”