The sky continued to crack, the streets in the distance fell little by little, and the houses became countless bricks and tiles collapsed and destroyed, at this time, like the collapse of many meters like dominoes, one building after another rumbled down one after another, and the huge smoke and dust set off a gray wave dozens of meters high, which soon swept in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The world became white again, and all the space, all the voids, were covered with this dust.

Even if everything was blurred more than ten meters away, the shadows made people wonder if they had arrived in another strange place.

Dreams are like that, and the transformations are all in an instant.

A second ago it was more than ten meters away, and when you came back to your senses, you were unconsciously dozens of meters away, but the coherence of your thinking still imposed on you the concept of "walking", of course, only when you fall from a high altitude, or when you have great emotional fluctuations, you will suddenly wake up from your dream.

I don't know how many times I've dreamed of holding hands with cute classmates and waking up from my dreams when I wanted to kiss them.

I, who have read countless films, are very sad about this scene.

Maybe if I really kissed them on the mouth, or did something out of the ordinary, I would have killed someone in my dream......

sighed, the control of dreams on people is really very timely, pinched off at the most beautiful and warm moment, and it is just the time to go to work when you wake up.

I have to wonder if I have some kind of very bad taste in my subconscious.

The impact of smoke and dust on the world is only for a breath.

By the time the smoke had cleared, the scene had completely changed.

The train was speeding on the half-empty track, and just as it was about to enter the platform, the picture suddenly began to tear.

It rained heavily in the sky, and the rain came very suddenly, and the whole world shook violently, and then the endless flood destroyed the dream world that Lillard had managed to rebuild. On the platform of the stationary train, he could see the huge waves easily covering the area he was in, and it was clear that the guy was right in front of him, and Lillard reached out to hook the girl in the form of the dark phoenix, only to have a huge statue smashed on his head.

The world will collapse completely, and there will be no possibility of recovery and reconstruction.

And most importantly..... The water is hot!!

Lillard felt the fall, and any fall in his dream would wake up the person in his sleep, and he had already had dozens of calf cramps for it, and the memory was too deep to forget.

Waving his hands in vain, Lillard had no choice but to resign himself to his fate.

Granny hid in the room, watching through a crack in the door as the Dementors popped out of the walls.

Even from a distance, the tragic scenes she had seen were constantly rolling in her mind, the biting chill crawling down the tail bone little by little, and the fear from her own deep made her almost collapse on the ground.

Those horrible fellows, looking at the few people in the room, had a terrible smile on their faces, the corners of their mouths cracked, almost their entire faces cracked, and dozens of tentacles rolled out of them, fluttering, looking at her deeply, and then floating into the lobby.

"Auntie, what's going on? Why do I feel so cold?"

Cindia's small hands were tightly clasped around her shoulders, and even with thick clothes on her body, she still felt that the world was very cold now.

That kind of cold is not only physical, but also psychological.

It was as if her heart was being frozen by the ice, and it was becoming difficult to breathe, and the air she breathed in became so choking that it hovered around her neck like a knife.

There were traces of freezing on the walls, and there was also a thin layer of ice chips on the ground, not to mention that Lerald, who was wrapped in more than a dozen Dementors, had a thick layer of ice on his body at this time. His face was pale, and he had been sitting in his chair for a few minutes, and when she heard the noise, she thought that the guy was going to do something to her while the others were away.

Even now, Grannie still confronts Lillard with the same attitude as she treats her enemies.

gave birth to Ellie for inexplicable reasons, and was denied in every way, and also occupied his own family property, controlled his daughter, and was so dissatisfied that he had other intentions for his own daughter at night. This kind of scum, she really can't believe in the other party's character.

But seeing this guy sitting in the middle of the hall like this, he fell asleep for a while, and there was a painful expression on his face, and her heart was a little motherly overflowing.

Did you become sentimental because you had a child?

When Grannie asked herself, she didn't get any reply.

She tried hard to tell herself that she was the one who had a husband, but every time she thought of her husband, whose life or death was unknown, she felt a deep sense of despair.

Granny didn't want to admit her situation, but she couldn't deny the fact that it had happened, and this intertwined guilt kept eating away at her heart.

She would rather huddle in her little room in a daze every day than meet up with Lillard.

She was afraid of the unknown monsters and what Lillard would do to her, and the only thing she could do was peer through the cracks between her fingers into everything that was happening outside the house.

Countless tentacles protruding from the mouth of the ugly Dementor wrapped around Laiard, and the life messages on his body were passing quickly, and as an outsider, Grannie could easily judge the ending, and after Lairad's death, these Dementors would turn the target of attack into the living humans, let alone them, if Laiard couldn't defend them.

The pain that came from her soul almost made her want to run away right now.

She seemed to have forgotten about the countless goblins and some possible monster outside the castle, her hands trembling as she clutched the doorknob, her body almost freezing.

Ten minutes is longer than a day for her.

Just when Lairad's face was about to die completely, the Dementors with satisfied smiles on their faces all stopped moving, and a black flame came out of their eyes without warning, and then the entire body was wrapped in flames, and before even struggling turned into a puff of black smoke from all parts of the body into Laiard's body, the ice on the ground quickly dissipated into the air, and the temperature in the room returned to normal.

The only thing that hasn't changed is Leillard's pale face and his body frozen in ice.

Grannie watched for several minutes, her meager brain unable to make out what had just happened, or why the Dementors had spontaneously combusted. But that didn't stop her from observing that Leillard's body was in a very bad situation at this time.

The ice on his body was not broken, it was still wrapped around his body, and the exposed flesh had severe chilblains, and the dark purple wounds were constantly expanding, and those limbs would die and could not be healed.

Not to mention the legendary resurrection technique, even if it is a great healing technique that repairs the flesh, it has not been able to perform it.

Left unchecked, this nasty creature will become a seriously wounded man, which is not good news for everyone.

Granny quickly opened the door and made sure that no other monsters were in sight of the castle, and she quickly ran to Lillard's side, shouting a few times, trying to slap his cheek, only to be forced back by the cold, and she could feel that her hand would freeze if it touched Lillard.

In desperation, he could only drag him back with a chair, pour several bottles of hot water into the bathtub, and then violently push Lelard and the chair in.

After a while, Lillard sat up straight from the tub.

After glaring at Grannie, she sighed and fell back into the bath.

He had already felt discomfort in many parts of his body, and the pain of being blocked by the ice had put a heavy burden on his flesh after the thaw.

Coupled with the consumption of mental power and the forced interruption of awakening, he was not even in the mood to raise a finger.

Leillard was very depressed and lay in the bathtub, losing this opportunity, he didn't know if he had the ability to lure the cunning guy out again, but Grannie's approach was obviously not wrong, and if there was nothing wrong on both sides, he couldn't blame her for anything, and finally Lillard could only continue to let the hot water remove the large ice spots on his body in frustration.

The painful itching sensation of chilblains filled Leillard's body, and now he just wanted to find a place to beat the zombies and relieve his suffering.

If there is a next time, he hopes to find someone he can trust to solve his predicament in a gentler way.

Of course..... The premise is that if there is a woman who can understand what is happening.

It's a pity that there isn't a single one in the territory. (To be continued.) )