He didn't wake up on his own, to be precise, the external influence stopped, so he woke up automatically, otherwise he would have been indulging in dreams until the book was finished.

He would not leave the dream unless there was a danger that would alarm him, or if his physical state had dropped to such an extent that it had an intuitive effect on him.

Because a considerable part of that dream was actually woven by himself, the external influence was more of a guide and a complement.

The only thing he couldn't know for sure was that he didn't know what the other person needed out of it.

So it's not a very difficult choice, whether it's Yukino's laissez-faire attitude, it's revealed in the change in her posture and the greeting of "good morning".

It was evening, so the greeting was for those who had just woken up.

And Wang Heng's own desires also made him have no idea of giving up.

Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

Wang Heng didn't know much, but one thing was certain—among the twenty-seven ancestors, the vast majority of them held their own inherent enchantments.

In the case of the deterioration of modern magic and the gradual disappearance of mystery, each of the twenty-seven ancestors can be said to be mysterious itself, some of them are like ordinary humans, some are creatures completely different from humans, and even those whose size is comparable to that of a forest, and their magic power is extremely abnormal in the distant days of the gods.

But the Twenty-Seven Ancestors did not often haunt the world, at least Wang Heng had never seen them—or even heard of them very little.

Information about inherent enchantments is also obtained from the church.

So he was extremely interested in it, and his previous dream was confirmed, which was consistent with the content of the book he read in the department, and the progress was stuck on the page he had turned.

Here's what he needs to see.

As long as you can figure out Yukino's identity and purpose.

The strange thing is that he can't sense the flow of magic, whether it's as a magician or a fantasy creature, since he wants to exert influence on the outside world, then the fluctuation of magic should be impossible to hide.

With complicated and indescribable emotions, Wang Heng forcibly suppressed his thoughts, bought simple ingredients, and returned to the Jiuyuan Temple Mansion to make only the quickest dinner before rushing directly to the library.

Until the early morning of the next day, Wang Heng left the Jiuyuan Temple with dark circles under his eyes and a depressed and tired face, and did not find a problem.

Youzhu was very keen to discover Wang Heng's anxiety, but he just thought he was stuck in magic research and didn't ask much.

I just got up early, made dinner before Wang Heng, and when Wang Heng was about to leave directly, he packed up the dinner he had habitually left over from last night and made it into a bento and stuffed it into his hand.

Wang Hengmu thanked him in a daze, didn't pay attention to Youzhu's carefulness, and just went to school with all his heart.

In the morning and afternoon classes, Wang Heng spent his time absentmindedly, making Irimaru and Mu Mumii ask him if he was sick with some concern.

vaguely mixed up, Wang Heng still repeatedly deduced in his mind to rule out the possibility.

He had considered the magic tricks, magic costumes, and mysterious creatures that created the dream, but the obstacles that he could never get around were still in his mind: there were no magic fluctuations.

As the time got closer, Wang Heng's anxiety increased.

At this time, it is already time for club activities.

Wang Heng, who had already packed his schoolbag, sat on the seat, looking at the table in front of him, but there was no focus in his eyes.

After a while, Wang Heng took a deep breath, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the department.

Can't find a reason, then try again!

……

Pulling open the door of the department, several people looked up.

Minister Xichuan looked at Wang Heng's expression and asked with some concern: "Wang, I left late yesterday, and my face is not very good today, are you not used to club activities?" ”

Although the Faculty of Literature has not yet reached the point where the number of students is too small to be forced to disband, the lack of staff is already an imminent problem, and in the last semester of the third year, the vast majority of junior students will leave the department to review for exams, and even if a few do not, the number of attendances will be so small that they will not be counted as members of club activities.

It was necessary to recruit enough new members before that, so he was very nervous about Wang Heng's thoughts.

Wang Hengqiang smiled energetically: "The club activities are very good, but I accidentally stayed up late last night while reading a book." ”

I really didn't lie, but the books I read may not be the same as others imagined.

Nishikawa breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good." ”

Wang Heng still sat down in his position yesterday and took out the book.

Xue Ye was still in the window position next to him, but at this time he looked extremely demure, and there was no sign of Wang Heng's surprise yesterday afternoon.

Seeing Wang Heng's eyes, he even smiled at him and whispered hello: "Good afternoon." ”

Wang Heng suppressed the doubts in his heart and replied calmly.

I didn't read a book for half an hour, and most of my mind was on Yukino.

At first, it was quite calm, but after ten minutes, Yukino began to feel uneasy.

Thinking about it for the first ten minutes, I just thought that Wang Heng was the same as other people who were attracted by her beauty, and then the long-term attention made the other party uncomfortable.

Wang Heng didn't actually stare at the other party with his eyes, but paid attention to the other party with his heart.

Those who are not spiritually conscious do not notice at all.

But Yukino clearly noticed who was paying attention to him, and the constant drifting gaze was enough to tell the story.

However, it wasn't until half an hour later that Wang Heng couldn't find anything abnormal, which only increased his doubts.

Eventually, I had to give up the idea of directly observing the results and concentrate on the book in my hand.

Without dreaming, it seems that it is difficult to figure it out.

Engrossed in the book in front of you...... No, content-wise.

In an instant, Wang Heng returned to the still noisy ancient castle.

But it didn't push downward.

Everything is still in this moment.

Francis was not far in front of him, smiling happily with the men and women.

It's just that there is a gloom between the eyebrows and eyes that can't be dissipated, but it's also not easy to detect, which shows that the other party's mood and the smile on his face can't be equated.

Wang Heng looked around in a blink of an eye and determined the time in the still world.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The deliberate maintenance of his mind allowed him to transcend the role he was playing at the moment, instead of subconsciously going down with his will, but he was also unable to be the "protagonist" to promote the plot downward.

Because it's Wang Heng here, not the people in the book.

At the same time, he also noticed why there were no magic fluctuations.

Actually, there is, and that fluctuation comes from himself.

The darkness of the light made him subconsciously ignore his own fluctuations when the dream turned on and off.

With a detached mind, he ignored himself and ruled out his own blindness, and he discovered that the reason for the formation of the dream was that he had constructed an illusion in the shallow layer of his mind at the moment of his mental power.

And the introduction that hooks the spiritual power is the dreamy breath emanating from the side.

Even in the dream of shallow mental imagery, Wang Heng could feel the fluctuations, and in the perception, it was like a faint sandalwood that was constantly emanating.

But there are still no magic fluctuations.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Heng's mental fluctuations surged towards the other party.

Then Yukino appeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

It was too smooth, even a little too much, Wang Heng didn't plan to pull the other party into his own heart world.

Pulling an enemy into your own image world is an extremely powerful move, but it is also extremely dangerous.

Wang Heng has the ability to do this, and the source of this is his awakening of the Demon Eye "Black Abyss".

Absorb all spiritual beings, and then destroy them by relying on the near-wish-fulfilling ability of the mental image.

But if it fails to be defeated, the mental trauma to Wang Heng will be too great to bear.

Therefore, after Wang Heng further understood the essence of the mind image world, he never used the black abyss again.

But at this moment, it happened naturally, and Xue Ye entered Wang Heng's mental image world that was supposed to be closed to the outside world without hindrance.

It's so smooth that it's like ...... Dreams, welcoming each other.

Yukino opened his eyes and looked around, stunned for a moment, and then looked at the person in front of him.

"Wang ...... Weigh? ”

Wang Heng looked down.

This is not his short body as a second-year student, on the contrary, this is a tall young man of more than 1.8 meters.

But Yukino recognized him instantly

"Good evening, Yukino-sensei." Wang Heng greeted calmly.

“…… Good evening. Xue Ye was silent for a moment, but still replied according to Wang Heng's greeting.

Then he turned his head to look at the still world in front of him, and his eyes were full of emotion and curiosity.

Wang Heng looked at her silently and did not interrupt the other party.

After a while, Yukino turned around and said softly, "This is a dream, right?" ”

Wang Heng nodded: "Yes." ”

Yukino exhaled and showed a hint of a smile: "It's the first time I've seen someone else's dream. ”

Wang Heng raised his eyebrows: "I thought you should have seen many dreams." ”

Yukino shook his head: "She's seen it, but I haven't seen it." ”

She ...... Is it? Wang Heng nodded knowingly.

If there is another Yukino, a lot of things make sense.

"Can you tell us about her?" Wang Heng asked directly.

"She......" Yukino shook his head a little distressedly, and then nodded: "I don't actually know much, so you better ask her directly." ”

"Ask her?" Wang Heng raised his eyebrows, not knowing how the two Yukino communicated.

After hesitating, the temperament of the snow in front of him changed suddenly.

He stretched his waist widely, and the hem of his clothes seemed to be shorter, revealing a smooth and jade waist like mutton fat.

"Hmm-" Shu Chang let out a groan, as if he had just woken up from his deep sleep, Xue Ye looked at Wang Heng in front of him with a smile: "Good evening, classmate Wang." ”

Wang Heng was silent for a moment, but still greeted again: "Good evening." ”

After a pause, he added the title: "Yukino-sensei." ”

Yukino smiled charmingly, "Just call me and Nozomi." ”

Wang Heng looked at the other party unmoved.

Yukino knocked his head in annoyance: "Do you hate me so much?" ”