I was just about to scold the dream "director" who made the decision for me, when the light in the room suddenly went out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a mosaic before, just a white wall, and now it's a black ...... Can you still let people dream well!

I want to wake up, or, find someone, and shut this dream.

Just when I was getting nervous, the "camera" returned to the picture that could be watched.

I saw a baby's face, a newborn baby's face.

His eyes were open and he was grinning hard. Smiling and smiling, I noticed that the wrinkled skin on his face had actually begun to slowly become smoother.

Did he grow up in an instant? It's a pity that I can only see this face and not the rest of his body, damn "shots", it will only whet my appetite.

I was guessing the purpose of the "camera" when the baby in front of me suddenly spoke.

The voice is small, milky and milky. But I heard it very clearly, what he shouted was: Tang Sanzang!

It's hidden, and what he shouted is my name!

I was about to ask him what he was looking for me when the baby spoke again. His pronunciation this time is much clearer and more mature, at least like a middle school student.

This time, he said five words: "My name is Tang Sanzang." ”

Well, well, you were me when I was a kid, and then I went into my dreams when I grew up and told me some horrible things when I was a kid. When I was very young, something strange happened.

The question is, how does he remember this? How does a newborn baby, who has not yet opened his eyes, perceive and remember all this?

I tried to communicate with him, but I couldn't make a sound, let alone deliver non-verbal messages, so I could only wait quietly for the dream to continue.

However, just when I was full of anticipation, the dream was broken.

Nothing else, because, I woke up. What I tried to do but couldn't, I did when I least wanted to.

I felt the cold, the biting cold. It felt like I was outside on a winter night in the north, wearing nothing.

Then, it's dazzling and bright! My eyes were only slightly open, and I couldn't stand the light, I wonder if it was because I had been in the dark for too long.

I finally got used to the light outside, and then I realized that I was in a ...... In a "glass" room in the shape of a cube. The heavens, the earth, and the walls of this house are exactly the same on all six sides.

Glass, I think that's the only word I can use to describe the composition of this room. I would have liked to call them "glowing mirrors" because the six "walls" that make up this house are, at first glance, like the glass mirrors we use every day, at least at first glance, I thought so. The problem is, none of them can illuminate me in the center of the house. On the "mirror wall", there is nothing and no image, which is inconsistent with the basic function of the mirror.

Could it be that I'm still dreaming?

I stretched out my right arm and bit myself hard.

It hurts, it hurts!

I'm not dreaming, I'm just being teased.

The scene in front of me was so strange that although I could tell that I was awake by earthen methods, I couldn't deduce whether the house was an illusion or not, so I didn't dare to destroy it with the precept of withering.

After being stunned for a while, I saw that there was still no new change here, and my heart couldn't help but become impatient again. After thinking about it for a while, I took out the Soul Bell and decided to bet again, betting that there was a soul in this house.

Sure enough, after I took out the bell, the house reacted immediately. This reaction was not small, and the "six sides" of the house shook violently together.

The soles of my feet slipped and I sat on the floor, almost throwing the bell out.

And that's just a prelude, or rather a warm-up for the house.

Before I could get up from the ground, the house had gone from shaking to rolling, and it was rolling faster and faster.

Poor me, helpless in it, and unable to levitate in the air, was thrown so badly, my nose is not my nose, and my face is not my face.

Luckily, the wall was smooth, but not very hard, so it didn't hurt me. It's just that my internal balance system can't withstand such a difficult continuous roll. So, less than a minute after the house rolled over on its own, I started vomiting, and I vomited so much that I even vomited bile, and my mouth was bitter.

At the critical moment, neither the spider nor the big horse monkey showed up to help me, and I was tossed to death by this house of essence, fainting and waking up, waking up and fainting.

The house finally stopped the "commotion", although I had no strength and my six senses were basically out of order, but my previous consciousness was still there, thinking that I would fall into the vomit, I couldn't help but feel sad again, but unfortunately there was nothing left to vomit.

When I subconsciously touched it with my hands, there was only a smooth "wall" surface under me, and nothing else. I was stunned for a moment, quickly got up, and looked around, but there was no dirt at all.

The stuff I just vomited on is gone, and there's no trace of it. Unexpectedly, this house also has a strong self-cleaning ability, high efficiency and good effect.

Fortunately, I put the bell back in the first place, otherwise, I really don't know where I would have thrown it. I have a thousand reasons to believe that if my Dementor Bell is taken from this house, it will never be returned to me.

No matter what "changes" in this house, it must be watching me carefully. And, judging from the actions just now, it definitely won't give me a chance to deal with it.

I didn't want to be tossed by it again, so I simply gave up resistance, sat cross-legged on the "ground", closed my eyes and refreshed.

Logically speaking, if the person being observed is too quiet, the observer will not be able to help but interfere. I'm not hostile, it shouldn't have been so extreme against me, should it?

Unfortunately, I guessed wrong again.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the house took a "punitive" measure against me.

This time, it used "flooding". Before I could regain my taste, the whole room was "stuffed" tightly by the sudden appearance of water, and I was not even left with a place to breathe.

The taste of suffocation is not pleasant.

What's more, I was still under water pressure, and all seven orifices were "seeping water", forcing me to spit out the air that I didn't have much.

This barbaric house, does not understand the slightest human civility and politeness? And, even if it intends to torture me to death, can you tell me the reason first, so that I don't die in vain!

I was so powerless to resist that I didn't want to open my mouth to curse the last of my death, so I had to put the middle fingers of both hands up. (To be continued.) )