Hearing the shouts below, He Niannian came back to her senses, and she buried her head in Monet's arms with some fear, so that she would have a sense of security, but she secretly looked down from the corner of her eye.

Monet stood in mid-air with one hand around He Niannian, looking down with a pair of red eyes without any expression.

When the black hole expands to one-third the size of the entire landmass, a group of creatures with black wings and two horns on top of their heads fly out of it.

Monet's hand had already condensed into a black ball of light and threw it towards the black hole.

The black energy mass collided with the creatures that were about to fly out, there was no roar, no explosion, the black energy dispersed, and those creatures didn't even have time to make a sound, they turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared.

He Niannian watched as he watched a pantomime blockbuster, watching the energy pour into the black hole, and the entire space spread out layer by layer like ripples.

Monet's feet moved, and he took He Niannian away from the suspended island and appeared at the other end of the galaxy, where she had just come out of the passage.

He Niannian stood with Monet in his arms, looking back to look at the island, and then it was empty in mid-air, where else was the island?

The ground is still a giant gossip map, and the top of the head is still a magnificent map of mountains and rivers, and nothing has changed, as if the suspended island has never appeared.

He Niannian opened his mouth slightly, feeling incredible, he didn't expect Monet in his dream to be so powerful.

"Monet, you are awesome, you are like a hero on TV, you saved me." He Niannian hugged Monet tightly, his face against his chest, his heart was infinitely happy and dependent, and he felt that it was good to have Monet.

"Just be your hero." A mellow voice came into He Niannian's ears, and she jerked her head up to look at Monet.

"Are you talking?" He Niannian asked uncertainly, because the voice that appeared in her heart before, but this time it entered her ears.

I saw Monet nodding his head, He Niannian raised his eyebrows, jumped up excitedly and kissed Monet's chin.

"Monet, you just nodded, didn't you? You spoke, didn't you? You hugged me and said to be my hero, didn't you? She grabbed Monet's arm excitedly, eager for him to confirm again.

Monet looked at the joyful little girl in front of him with a pair of deep eyes, knowing why she was so excited, and nodded again, "Yes." ”

"You really spoke, you really moved." He Niannian jumped twice happily, and then threw himself into Monet's arms with tears in his eyes.

Monet gently hugged her, let her vent the emotions in her heart, quietly felt the soft cry of the girl in her arms, and the heart that had been silent for a long time really beat for the first time.

He Niannian now feels everything in her heart, happy, excited, aggrieved, happy, lonely, worried, all kinds of emotions burst out, mixed tastes, so that she can't help crying.

She quietly hugged Monet, never had a peaceful and tranquil life, in the past, only the illusory person in the dream slowly occupied her heart in a little bit of life, how she wanted him to respond to herself, so that her own shadow could be reflected in those charming eyes, how much she wanted Monet to be real, not her own fantasy.

This strong desire has always been suppressed by her in the bottom of her heart and never expressed, but she didn't expect that one day, Monet would really respond to her, and her heart was stirring.

After a long while, He Niannian calmed down a little, she raised her head to look at Monet, and when she glanced around, she found that the place where they were had changed.

It's her pink dream space, and there's no telling when they'll be back.

Monet, He Niannian thought of Monet, will he become the person he fantasizes about when he arrives in his own space, he can't move, can't speak, and won't look at her with those eyes.

He Niannian eagerly looked up at Monet's eyes, and saw him looking down at herself, her eyes were full of her own shadows, she smiled, put her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin.

"You exist, don't you? At least you're in my dreams. He Niannian doesn't want to be obsessed with whether Monet exists or not, as long as he can always see him in his dreams.

"Yes, I will always be by your side and take good care of the Fushi."

Monet's voice came into He Niannian's ears again, and she was sexually touched, but she obviously saw that Monet's mouth had been closed and did not move, so was this really him talking, or was it his own fantasy.

He Niannian had doubts in his eyes, but did the title Fu Shi refer to the red stone in the middle of his neck?

Suddenly, Monet's body disappeared into the dream space, and the person nestled in his arms was defenseless and rushed forward.

"Ah," He Niannian exclaimed, sat up from the bed, she looked around, she was sitting on the bed, it turned out that everything before, whether it was a secret room or a dream space, was just a dream of hers.

Is it just a dream? He Niannian lowered his head in frustration, the joy in his heart was gone, was it really still a dream?

"Monet," He Niannian read his name softly, his mind sour, and he didn't understand why he had such emotions.

"Niannian, what's wrong?" Xiao's mother asked in a confused voice, as if she heard the child's cry in a dream.

"It's okay Mom." He Niannian hurriedly lay down, it was still early before dawn.

He Niannian closed her eyes and just lay down, she felt the strangeness on her neck, she reached out and touched it, it was a rope, she opened her eyes suddenly, and she really touched a stone down the rope, and started to cool and lubricate.

She clenched the stone in her hand tightly, suppressing the urge to scream, if she was still feeling sad and wanted to cry, now she was ecstatic.

Fukushi really exists, everything she experiences is not a dream, Monet also exists, her Monet.

He Niannian pulled the quilt up and covered his head, and covered his mouth with his other hand and laughed, trying not to laugh out loud and make noise to his parents.

In the tombs.

It turned out that a figure appeared in the location of the hanging island, his body exuded a soft light, and his face was kind and kind, giving people a feeling of compassion and pure heart.

Opposite him was a man dressed in black, wearing a wide black cloak that concealed his countenance.

"It's okay to take the town boundary stone, why do you want to destroy them all?" The kind-eyed man asked.

Monet gave him a cold look and didn't speak.

"Hey." The illusory man sighed, "Today is due to his daily effect, and his daily cause is today's effect." ”

After the man finished speaking, the phantom disappeared into the air.

Monet looked at the place where the man disappeared with an indifferent expression, snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he closed the formation in the ancient tomb, and then the figure disappeared in a flash.