Far from abating, the hostility in the dark tends to worsen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the water cup in front of him, Wu Ming felt very greasy in his heart.

It seems that Doraemon really wants to assimilate himself, and he doesn't want to give him a way out.

"Assimilation, transform me into a plot character, the world can really play!"

Shaking his head slightly, Wu Ming splashed the water in the water cup and went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer.

... Burst...

Pull the hoop open, and the beer foam will gush outward because of the force.

Wu Ming looked down, he didn't care, he poured a few sips, and lay on the rocking chair at the windowsill.

Crunchy...

The chair shook slightly, and Wu Ming quietly looked out the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.

I saw that the autumn leaves fluttering outside the window, and the breeze slowly blowing the wind chimes, it was the time when the four seasons changed.

In four days, summer, winter, spring, and autumn were encountered, and it was a wonderful feeling.

I really can't imagine how the aborigines of this world have adapted to it, do they prepare clothes for the four seasons every day, and prepare to change them every day.

"It's a magical world, just like a computer program, it can be changed at any time. I don't know, what is the basis for this change, is there anyone behind the scenes who is in control! ”

The autumn leaves fall in a dashing manner, and the time of the day passes quickly.

At night, Wu Ming read the magic book, lay on the bed and began to fall asleep.

I don't know how long he slept, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, sniffed his nose vigorously, and there was a faint smell of flowers.

"Where's the smell of flowers?"

Wu Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a bright moon hanging in front of him.

Meadows, flowers, woods, late night.

Wu Ming sat up and looked around in a trance.

He was sure that he was not sleepwalking, and it could not have been a dream, but that he had come to a place again.

"Here it is...... The Magic Continent? Feeling the active magic, Wu Ming couldn't help but frown.

Get some sleep, sleep in the Magic Continent, it's like a joke.

Looking around, Wu Ming stood up from the grass, his eyes were a little more displeased, and he said coldly: "Doraemon, Nobita, come out, I know it's you!" ”

can get him to the magic continent unconsciously, in the Doraemon world, there is no second except for the blue fat man.

Don't think about it, this must be a new trick played by the blue fat man at the instigation of Nobita.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming's face was a little more angry, this time it was a bit excessive.

Obviously, he was already hiding, hiding and hiding, but he still couldn't dodge.

This can't help but make him think, what the hell are Nobita and the blue fat man playing, he really can't be bullied.

The clay man still has three points of fire, not to mention a person like Wu Ming.

The blue fat man is powerful, but Nobita is just an ordinary person, fighting to break up in two, and no one will want to be comfortable when the time comes.

"Brother Wu, are you angry?"

In the sky, a translucent figure descended, who else could it be if it wasn't Nobita.

Wu Ming snorted coldly, his face still did not improve, and said, "Nobita, I've been treating you well these days, right, you just play me like this?" ”

"This, this is Doraemon's idea, it says that you have to practice during the day, and you don't have time to play with me, so I want to wait for you to fall asleep, and then come to find you in your dream." Seeing Wu Ming's face darkened, Nobita hurriedly explained.

Hearing this, Wu Ming frowned, looked at the translucent Nobita, and said, "This is a dream?" ”

The translucent Nobita can fly in mid-air, and Wu Ming thought it was the effect of some kind of prop.

Unexpectedly, this is actually a dream, in the dream, even the smell of flowers can be smelled, this dream is quite real.

"Doraemon said, this is a real dream, it's a dream for the two of us, and for the people of this world, it's the real world. When we appear here, we are like a dream demon, and everyone can't see us, and they will subconsciously ignore us. Nobita explained weakly with a bumpy face.

After getting the answer to the question, Wu Ming's face did not improve, and he waved his hand and said: "No need to explain, hurry up and let me out, don't bother me again during this time, otherwise something very serious will happen." ”

"Brother Wu, it doesn't seem to work, after I entered the dream machine, I couldn't contact Doraemon. It's like we have to wait until the dream is over before we can return to our body. Nobita also knew that he was in trouble, and subconsciously avoided Wu Ming's gaze.

Wu Ming became anxious when he heard this, the more he stayed with Nobita, the faster he was assimilated.

When the dream ends, who knows if when you wake up from the dream, it will be the time to be completely assimilated.

"When does the dream end?" Wu Ming asked hurriedly, not daring to be sloppy.

Nobita counted with his fingers crossed, and replied in an uncertain tone, "Eight hours, at least eight hours, before we can recover from the dream." However, Doraemon once said that dreams are deep spaces, and the eight hours outside may be magnified here tenfold, or even a hundredfold. ”

In dreams, we often have the feeling that we have slept for a few minutes and that the dream has been a long time.

I feel this way because the speed of time in the dream is not the normal flow of time.

Under deep sleep, the brain does not rest, but still receives and reorganizes signals, forming some specific or vague mirror images.

This change is caused by the rapid overlap of a large number of memory files at the same time.

Our brains, which are faster than computers, are more capable of processing information than we can imagine.

A large number of memory files, which are rapidly overlapping at the same time, can form a sense of time that disturbs our own biological clock. From this point of view, under the high-speed rotation of the brain, the time in the outside world is extended in disguise, thus forming a kind of relative time.

This kind of independent and opposing time will release independent time signals while shielding the biological clock.

If the two overlap, there will be a situation where you wake up and look at your watch, and you only sleep for a minute or two, but you have been dreaming for a long time.

"Eight hours, about a third of a day, it's not too long, it's not too short. If it's ten or a hundred times longer, that's too long. Eighty hours is equivalent to three days, and 800 hours is a month! ”

Hearing Nobita's words, Wu Ming fell into worry.

Because he didn't know the time according to which the assimilation of him in this world took place.

If it's the former, it's a little better, at least it's very short.

If it's the latter, it's troublesome, whether it's three days or a month, no one knows what will happen during this time.

If he woke up and had become a plot character, Wu Ming really didn't even have tears to cry.

"No, I can't afford to gamble, and I can't gamble with my life, whether I will be assimilated by the world."

Wu Ming quickly made a decision, that is, to break his dream.

Waving his hand at Nobita, motioning for him to take a few steps back, Wu Ming raised his right hand: "Space!" ”

The power of chaos magic is enough to modify the laws of time and space.

A trace of red smoke wrapped around Wu Ming's right hand, and he suddenly grabbed it forward, and shouted in a low voice: "Open!" ”

The power that disturbed the space was attached to Wu Ming's right hand, colliding with the space of this world.

In the next second, it was as if I had put my hand into the water, and while feeling the resistance, there was also a strong repulsion.

Wu Ming didn't care about it, all the magic power was gathered in his right hand, wanting to tear the space and return to reality.

It's a pity that whether it is the space barrier between the two worlds, or the gap between dreams and reality, it is not something that ordinary people can break.

In a short period of time, the magic power in Wu Ming's body was lost by two-thirds.

In front of him, although the space barrier trembled endlessly, it was never broken, and a deep despair spread.

"It's not good, without the power of the final word, the speed of the space I broke can't catch up with the self-repair of the space, is there really no way?"

Feeling the magic power emanating from his body, Wu Ming's face turned pale, and a flash of murderous intent flashed in his heart: "No, there is still a way, if I attack Nobita, Doraemon will definitely appear, it is impossible for it to give up Nobita!" ”