The Tibetans rarely dream, or even if they have a dream, they don't know it when they wake up, but they just have a dim impression of the dream.

However, the dream that he remembered the most from childhood to adulthood was when he was in elementary school, when he dreamed that he had become Godzilla and was fighting against Ultraman, and he started hand-to-hand combat against each other......

But now the lucid dreaming after falling asleep seems to be just as good, and you can sense your presence in the dream and clearly know that you are dreaming.

"This is my dream?" The black Tibetan looked at his palm, and then at the empty world around him.

This dream world turned out to be a building on the streets of Yokosuka, could it be that you are so concerned about that short work experience? So much so that the memory is deep.

However, the Kuro Tibetan soon denied his love for Yokosuka, and the kimono girl standing in front of him made his heart instantly awe-inspiring.

After coming to the Rainbow Land without restrictions, the Zamiku Tibetans also took a lot of effort to look up various materials on the Internet, from the legends of the girl's ghosts and gods in various parts of the island country, to the study of the girl's clothing patterns, but they still didn't know anything about the girl who gave them power.

"Hey! See you again! Ma Hei raised his arm, "Coincidentally, it turns out that you are also in South Africa." ”

“……”

But the cold face of the kimono girl made the greeting of the Kuro Tibetan very awkward, but fortunately, he was not a person who would care about embarrassment or not embarrassment.

"You're done saying hello, can you let me go back? Now the revival of the entire Rainbow Country and world peace are still waiting for me to sustain and save them. ”

“……”

The girl remained silent, as if the cherry mouth had lost the ability to speak since birth.

"It's said that if you rush to the pain in your dream, you'll wake up, and if I commit suicide in my dream, I should be able to leave."

This is an experience summed up from childhood to adulthood, but the pain in the dream is mostly the real body either falling from the bed, or the fingertips touching the barbs, and the Tibetan people in the black show amazing mobility in this regard, turning their heads to find some good way to commit suicide on the street.

If it's a normal street, there will be a constant stream of vehicles coming and going, and finding a random car and jumping can solve the problem.

But the lonely and terrifying city of Yokosuka in the dreamland seems to be only two people in the whole city.

Is it possible to hit the wall and die? This kind of death was so tragic that the Tibetan touched his head and gave up the idea.

It hurts, it hurts.

"Is it worth killing so many people?"

For the first time, the Tibetans heard a girl in a kimono speak.

"There must be a reason for people to be killed, as long as it is not me who dies."

"If that's what you believe in, follow through on it." The kimono girl raised her arm and gently touched her fingertips against the ground in front of the Kuro Tibetan people, "You haven't changed at all compared to before. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

A black ink-like liquid appeared at the feet of the kimono girl, and then suddenly struck at the Kuro Tibetan.

However, when it was about to reach the black Tibetans, the ink stopped and spread out flatly, drawing dense symbols on the ground.

The style is very similar to the magic circle recorded in the liar book, but the former is definitely a deception, and the latter is absolutely genuine, and the Tibetan people believe that this mysterious girl will not use fake things to make fun of herself.

But he cared more about the second half of the girl's sentence.

"You know me?" The slender Tibetan promised that he would never know such a beautiful and lovely girl in his previous life.

I have never seen such cuteness in the dissected corpses.

Otherwise, he would have been impressed by such a lovely corpse after handling it.

Before the black Tibetan could get an answer from the girl opposite, the black symbol array in front of him suddenly bloomed.

"You need to find the answer yourself, if you still haven't found the answer in this life, you have to wait for the next life."

The words in the clouds made every brain cell of the Zamiko active like a bug, and before he could ask more and more effective questions, the dream of the streets of Yokosuka in front of him quickly shattered.

The dream was shattered.

"It wasn't supposed to be a dream."

The black Tibetan opened his eyes and stared straight at the top of the container.

He remembered the dream this time clearly, including the patterns of the girl's clothes.

I saw this girl again, who is she, and what is she trying to convey to herself?

But now there is a new question, that is, who is he?

"It's a big puzzle." Knocking on the table, the black Tibetans felt that there was a big problem.

Thinking about the words 'this life' and 'next life' from the girl's words, could it be that this past understanding refers to the previous life or even more past? The concept of reincarnation is also very marketable in island countries.

Could it be that the other party is the lover of his previous life, this is very possible, no, very likely, only such a lovely girl is worthy of a handsome and handsome talent like herself.

The Tibetans, who have never had any serious love experience, began to fantasize about what kind of earth-shattering love of ghosts and gods happened in their previous life, so that the reincarnation after death also made the other party never forget to find it, and only he had such a great charm.

"I must have been a quiet beautiful man in my last life, maybe I am the light source?"

The Tibetans held unrealistic fantasies and naturally immersed themselves in their own fantasies.

After some conclusive reasoning about his previous life as the protagonist of The Tale of Genji, the Tibetan of Maguro recalls the ...... that the kimono girl had drawn in front of him Magic Circle?

He could only think of this Western-style name, but with the classical identity of a kimono girl, he should have never been exposed to Western magic.

"I think it's supposed to be drawn like this." When the black Tibetans closed their eyes, they could remember the dense formation.

It's not that he has a supernatural memory, but that the magic array is like an imprint in his brain, and it is more memorable than the password of his bank card.

This is another important message that the kimono girl conveyed to herself, and the people of Maguro Tibetan believe that she is definitely not unpurposeful.

"What the hell does this circle mean?"

Looking at the magic array he had drawn on the paper, the black Tibetan knocked on the lens of his glasses.

Why does the girl's magic array glow dazzlingly, but her own magic array has no special effects.

"Is it because I'm not a girl? So it has to be from the palace to really trigger. Looking at his lower body, the Tibetan felt that it was not worth it to lose his important function as a man for the sake of the magic array.

Throwing away the strange thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time, the black Tibetan looked at the magic circle on the paper seriously, pasted it with the palm of his hand and began to instill 'energy'.

"Oh, it was on."