Rafajue had a very heavy dream.

It was so heavy that his dreams were also cold and dark.

It was a dream, but the chill around him was so real that he wanted to struggle and scream, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only wave his arms in the darkness where he couldn't even see his body, trying to grab something.

Unfortunately, he was alone in the darkness, and he couldn't touch anything.

"Is this real death... Trapped in never-ending darkness. ”

After struggling in the darkness for a long time, he finally stopped, and at the same time he found that his mind seemed to be clearer, and he was able to think about some questions.

"I cherish everything in this life so much, but why ......" Squatting in the darkness that was as heavy as substance, he began to recall everything in the past.

Those beautiful faces and grand plans are rapidly moving away from him at this moment.

He couldn't tell whether he was chasing clouds or Rafa, he only had the consciousness of "me" at this time, but it didn't matter anymore, everything he had done before had lost its meaning like a yellowed old calendar.

But at least some of the memories are worth recalling.

"Filip ......"

He whispered the name like a dream, the only person he didn't want to leave in his life.

The next moment, the darkness he was in suddenly seemed to have been flipped in color, the endless darkness turned into a somewhat dazzling bright white, and the dark world became a world of light in an instant.

Rafa stood up and looked around blankly.

"Da..."

Light footsteps came from afar, and Rafa jerked back.

"Fili!"

Felihill, who looked indifferent, was dressed in a dignified evening gown, and Rafa only then realized that she was also wearing a sumptuous gown.

The melodious music sounded out of nowhere, and Felihill had already arrived in front of him, staring at him with those familiar and unfamiliar eyes

"Let's dance again. ”

Despite knowing that everything was illusory, Rafa was still very happy.

He slowly raised his hand to take Philicill's hand, but the latter still stared at her blankly, as if he didn't intend to dance.

In the melodious tune, Rafa raised his hand in embarrassment, and he suddenly found that he could no longer speak, so he could only stand blankly, like a silly boy who was at a loss on a blind date for the first time.

The moving performance of "Sunset" reached its climax.

Then it came to an abrupt end in the next moment.

Rafa looked incredulously at the long sword that pierced his chest, and he could tell at a glance that it was his own saber.

Felihill's hand holding the hilt of the sword was still clad in a rich silk bracelet, and Rafa's blood flowed from the sword, staining her white bracelet bright red.

"Filip ......"

He spat out the last two words with all his might, and the real pain finally broke him, and he fell to his knees weakly, and Felihill's indifferent eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The next moment, light and darkness reversed, cold and darkness wrapped around him again, and the pain on his body gradually dissipated.

I don't know how long later, after the pain was completely gone, the world became bright again, and the figure in the gown reappeared.

Blood was still dripping from her dignified hand on her abdomen, and her eyes were still staring at Rafa indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

"What the hell is this...... What's going on?"

Although Rafa knew that he was in the world of consciousness now, what was happening in front of him was too weird, right?

"Bang!"

In his panic, a bullet pierced his chest.

White smoke was rising from the muzzle of Felihill's gun.

Intense, familiar pain came, and he collapsed in horror with wide eyes.

What follows is a repeating scene, alternating between light and darkness, and a blood-stained Felihill kills him in all sorts of strange ways.

He had tried to dodge or communicate with Felicille, but to no avail, she didn't seem to be able to hear anything he said, like a cold machine, killing Rafa was the only thing she had to follow, and whenever he tried to dodge, his body would become as sluggish as if he was paralyzed, unable to dodge the various attacks of the other party.

In the end, Rafa finally understood that this world, which felt completely real, but the content was completely fictional, was probably something that someone was doing.

Being able to invade other people's consciousness and change other people's dreams is probably something that only a witch can do.

"By the way, witch! With Shirley here, how could I die so easily? Maybe the guy who controlled my dreams did something to my dreams because he couldn't kill me on the surface, and wanted to break my consciousness?"

Thinking about this clearly, Rafa was in a much brighter mood, and simply lay on the ground on all fours, motionless, even though the pain was still so real, but the belief that "he was alive" made him firmly believe that he would not give in.

The world was bright again, and Rafa lay on the ground with his hands under his head, listening to the light footsteps approaching.

At this time, Felihill's dress was completely soaked with Rafa's blood, and Rafa's wounds healed every time, but she didn't seem to have such a setting.

"Fili, lighten up. ”

Feeling Felihill sit on her stomach and pull out her shiny dagger, Rafa smiled at her.

Seeing Felihill's slightly stunned look, he confirmed the fact that the dream had been controlled, and he was even more sure of the truth that he was still alive.

The sharp dagger slashed through his chest, and warm blood splattered out, staining Felihill all red, a bleeding that startled Rafa herself.

He closed his eyes as best he could, silently waiting for the darkness to come.

The light returned, the pain was gone, and he was still lying on the ground, crossing Erlang's leg and snorting.

"Let's do whatever you can. ”

With that, he closed his eyes again, and to be honest, he was a little scared to see Felihill covered in blood.

Although he was not afraid of boiling water for a dead pig, he was still startled by the chaotic footsteps around him.

When he opened his eyes slightly, familiar and beautiful faces were bowing their heads and surrounding him in the middle.

"It's too much......"

Before he could say anything, an iron boot had already kicked him in the face, blood splattered, and he didn't know how many of his teeth had been shattered.

"Ao Dai, you ......"

Just as he tried to dodge, his whole body became paralyzed again, and he couldn't move at all.

"Ah~~~"

Felihill, who looked indifferent, gave him a severed kick.

After that, he was beaten up by this group of women.

Now he finally understood that even if the witches didn't use magic, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Especially Felihill, who was covered in blood, always greeted him in the same place, and this tortured him miserably.

However, since it seemed that these were not fatal injuries, he waited for a long time in the world where blood bleed from the corners of his eyes and turned blood-red, but the darkness never came.

It wasn't until later that he was no longer human, and the darkness that had not been seen for a long time was too late.

As his consciousness became sober again, Rafa thought viciously in his heart, "The witch who controls my dreams, when I wake up, don't let me catch it!"

This time, the people who beat him changed again, except for Felihill, the others became close associates such as Sypheus and some passers-by who only had a one-sided relationship.

After a few alternations of light and darkness, more passers-by began to appear, and it seemed that the person controlling his dream was going to make everyone in Icefield City beat him again.

But the most persistent of them all was Felihill, who was covered in blood and had only greeted the same place from beginning to end.

Every time the light returned, Rafa secretly begged Feliscille not to appear, but the face that looked up as if it was defiant.

Every time she appeared, Rafa couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't you like to lie down? Don't get up. ”

I don't know how many times the light and darkness alternated, but Felihill actually spoke.

"Aren't you worried that we won't be able to have children in the future?"

Although it hurt to death, and he knew that this Felicille was just a façade and not herself, he couldn't help but treat her as the real Felicille.

"Stupid pig, do you really think she can take a fancy to you? Her dream girl is the future emperor of the Empire, you big brother of the waste prince, Renault! Poor bug, don't be delusional!" Felihill smiled a sinister smile that Rafa had never seen before.

"Have you seen Fili's dream?"

"Ha, the fragrant scene between her and Renault, do you want me to tell you about it?"

There was an indescribable strangeness to these words coming out of Felihill's mouth.

“... I understand," gasped in pain for a while, Rafaqiang laughed, "You are from Yalvis, hehe, I didn't expect that the dignified Hyperion family would also raise witches, you said that if such news spreads, will the Hyperion family still have a foundation for survival?"

"It's a pity you guessed wrong. Felihill clasped her hands and raised her head slightly.

No matter what Rafa asked, Felihill never answered, and the crowd around him kept repeating his death.

"When will I wake up from this damn dream!"

Since his body regains wholeness with each alternation of light and darkness, the pain is new every time.

Elsewhere the pain is more bearable.

But the persistent Felicille kept clinging to the place.

Rafa's superb footwork made Rafa wonder if she had kicked out of the pattern, and every time he could make him die in pain.

"I'll your grandma's legs!"

Unable to move, Rafa could only start scolding.

Although this did vent some of his frustration, it did not have the slightest effect on the people around him who beat him violently.