Chu Ming had a dream, which was very strange.

This dream is not strange, but the dream itself is too strange. Chu Ming's spiritual power is extremely restrained, so he never dreams, and the "Fallen Deal" contract has set up a barrier for him, and this barrier is also the biggest obstacle to restricting Chu Ming.

He can think, he can plan the layout. However, he can't think fast, he can't use the way he thinks best. Chu Ming scribbles on paper every day, in fact, he is trying to "graffiti thinking".

He didn't succeed, this way of thinking that originated from the "thinker" is not real graffiti, doing it in the hands and doing it in the mind are two different things.

Speed means time, and seeing that half of the time of the trial has passed, he still can't find his direction.

Chu Ming also wanted to make a contract transaction countless times, but logic and intuition stopped him, this pit was too obvious, and only a desperate fool would jump down.

Sit up from the bed and get used to touching the cigarette at the bedside. Only then did Chu Ming realize that there was no more, and the consumption of cigarettes increased by anxiety, and there was no tobacco plant in this world.

Helplessly, Chu Ming got off the ground, and he walked to the table, where there were still several graffiti works.

Brushing away these waste papers and laying a clean one, Chu Ming picked up the pen, but it didn't fall for a long time. He remembered the dream.

It was a very ordinary dream, in which he was standing under the eaves and smoking, and the hairpin passed by him.

That's it, very briefly, and there is no sound either. Like all dreams, Chu Ming couldn't recall the details in the dream. The hairpin's expression is also not clear. So, it's a very boring dream.

Without Lily by his side, Chu Ming couldn't figure out what the meaning of this dream was, so he stopped thinking about it and started another day of wandering.

However, the next night, Chu Ming dreamed again. It's still him, it's still smoking, and it's still issuing cards. This pale dream was repeated again.

Since it was the second time he had dreamed, Chu Ming could recall a little detail. He could roughly make out the hairpin in the dream with blonde hair. His cigarette wasn't actually lit.

The two identical dreams puzzled Chu Ming, and he thought about it all day, but he couldn't find out what omens this dream implied.

Walking out of the room, Chu Ming saw that the doors of the other people's rooms were closed. Now they are all in retreat. Won't eat or drink water. The Azure physique is still very strong. Dozens of days in Bigu are not a big deal.

I climbed the sling mountain in boredom, and I was still bored when I went down the mountain until the sun set. Chu Ming quieted down. Only then did he realize that he was looking forward to a dream, and subconsciously he thought it was important.

Lie down, sleep, dream –

A logical dream, in which the scenery is the same and the characters are the same. Perhaps it was the subconscious mind that was playing tricks before going to sleep, Chu Ming took a serious look at the hairpin's face. The result is - indeed hairpins, hazy dreams are no different from clear dreams, they are boring dreams.

However, Chu Ming found it very interesting (or maybe he was too boring). So, he looks forward to the night every day, hoping that he can see more details in his dreams (the idea is really boring).

What's even more boring is that Chu Ming had exactly the same dream for ten days, and when he had the last dream, he finally lit his cigarette. Chu Ming has been off smoking for more than ten days, and he is also very enjoyable to smoke in his dreams.

Ten days later, the steel carbon is out of the customs, and the retreat cultivation is mainly to cultivate the mind, and after the heart is perfected, it needs to be confirmed by battle.

"Sailor, it would be nice if you could be stronger!"

It's a pity that Miss Pori and Hairpin are not out of the game, and he can't find an opponent to fight.

"It should be soon."

Chu Ming replied. He looked at the steel carbon with the magic mirror, and found that his strength was firmly in the position of the quasi-holy church. Steel carbon used to be considered a quasi-sanctuary, the kind that had just touched the edge. Now, it only took one chance for him to become a true Templar.

And this opportunity is not all about their own efforts, but about equipment. For the trialists of the Dark World Realm, the Fallen Chapter was the first chapter, and Chu Ming speculated that the trials in the later chapters should be related to equipment.

"Go for a walk, see how the knights are doing, and find them to practice."

Gangtan made a suggestion, and Chu Ming did not object. He stopped dreaming, and that strange dream suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Chu Ming's boring life began again.

A few days later, Miss Pori and Pokadot were out of the country at the same time. Maybe it's because they haven't eaten or eaten for a long time, and both of them are a little pale.

Miss Pori took the time to return the photo to Chu Ming and didn't say anything. It's as if everything is the same. At night, Chu Ming, who didn't dream, had nothing to do, and flipped up the photo again.

The photos are still those photos, and they look the same a hundred times. The iron sheet lit the candle and went out, and Chu Ming kept looking through it until late at night. Until the candle of pine resin oil was like a gossamer, the pea-like fire jumped a few times, burst out a small lamp, and went out.

Chu Ming lay on the table and fell asleep. Moments later, he woke up in a dream.

Chu Ming was surprised to find that he knew that he was in a dream, this feeling was too strange, as if he could manipulate his dream.

Thinking of manipulating the dream realm, Chu Ming suddenly had a sharp move (since he was weakened, this explosive inspiration has been insulated from him). Chu Ming picked up the photo on the table, in a dream. He really picked it up!

Pulling out a photo, Chu Ming put it in front of his eyes and slowly pushed it away.

"Look here."

A demon warrior was dying, and he was in front of Chu Ming, and Chu Ming was the photographer.

"Don't blink."

Chu Ming said that in the dream realm, everything can be realized.

"Next."

Chu Ming shouted, and then another demon in the photo walked up to him and asked him to take a picture of what he looked like when he was dying.

"Line up."

Chu Ming changed the film, he was dreaming very seriously.

"Next."

It was another dying demon, this demon was a little tall, and Chu Ming had to stand on tiptoe.

"Look at the camera."

The dying demons in the dream were very cooperative, and they had to cooperate.

"I said it. Look at the camera! ”

Chu Ming glared angrily at the tall demon clan. And the other party also looked at the camera with mutual interest and posed exactly like the photo.

"I say it again, look! Mirror! Head!!! ”

Chu Ming was angry and yelled. Then, suddenly, he woke up.

Cold sweat was dripping, this was Chu Ming's first feeling when he woke up. Then a prostration-like tiredness came flooding in.

"Ironsheet."

He shouted weakly. Ironhide ran in and lit a new candle.

"Give me a glass of water, how long have I been asleep?"

"The water is on the table, did you sleep? It was as if the candle had only been extinguished for ten minutes. Ironhide replied.

"It's only been ten minutes."

Surprised by the short time, Chu Ming looked at the blazing candle flame blankly. After that, he kept his eyes on the photo on the table.

Pick up the photo. Chu Ming looked through it slowly, and after a while, he saw the last photo of the tall demon clan.

This demon is very high, judging by the reference on the photo. At least two meters tall. So in the dream it wasn't that he didn't cooperate. It's Chu Ming's strong man's difficulty.

"Look at the camera."

Look at this photo. Chu Ming muttered. He didn't know why he was angry in his dreams, this nameless fire didn't make sense.

"Look at the camera."

Chu Ming put down a photo and picked up another one.

"Don't look at the camera."

Put down another one. Pick up another one.

"Look at the camera, don't look at the camera, look at the camera, don't look at the camera......"

A boring game often used for divination.

"Don't look at the camera, don't look at the camera—"

Accidentally, Chu Ming mispronounced. He's not divining love, he's absent-minded.

Suddenly, Chu Ming was stunned, he froze for a few seconds, and then went crazy looking for the photo, and finally, he found the photo of the tall demon clan.

"See! Originally! I see!! ”

Chu Ming stammered, he stood the photo on the table, and then retreated, about the distance of the photographer. In the photo, the tall demon looks at the camera-

"He didn't look at the camera! He's looking a little above the camera! There should be the photographer's face. ”

Chu Ming quickly changed the photo and got the same answer. So, he checked all the photos and confirmed this conclusion.

The demons have seen the camera, just like the great prince is no stranger to such things as photos. They thought it was a god's prop, which was wonderful, and they also knew that they should look at the camera when taking pictures.

It's understandable if there are only one or two photos, but it's puzzling that all of them are like this in this stack. Could it be that this photographer's face would be of interest to all dying demons?

The photographer must be a trialist, and the demons call them "demon fighters". But the expressions of the demons in the photo are all wooden, and they do not show fanatical faith. They are like puppets, allowing photographers to take pictures of their last days.

What is this for?

There are doubts, but the reasoning is broken. Dead people don't speak, and photographs don't.

"Dreaming!"

Chu Ming stood up, at this time he didn't understand the reason is too stupid, this dream must be related to the card hairpin. The hairpin was leading him to dream.

Push open the door and walk into the courtyard, where the lights are still on. Chu Ming stepped forward, and before he could knock, the door opened. Miss Pori stood in the doorway.

"Come in, I'll be waiting for you for a while. He was a little uncomfortable with the hairpin. ”

"Uncomfortable? Is it because of that dream? Chu Ming found a stool and sat down.

"Yes." Miss Pori doesn't hide it either.

"What kind of dream is that?"

"Fuji Dream."

"What?"

"Vine dream, like a seed that climbs the vine, if the hairpin is planted, you control its growth."

"How?"

“……”

"Well, it's my rudeness, everyone has secrets, but if I want to do it again." Chu Ming said embarrassedly.

"Again?" Miss Pori seemed hesitant.

"Isn't it hard?" Chu Ming saw Miss Pori's hesitation.

"Fuji Dream is very effective for you?" Miss Pori asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

Chu Ming nodded. His answer made Miss Porry hesitate even more, and she hesitated for a moment, but still stood up resolutely.

"You've done so much for the squad, and you deserve it."

"Thank you." Chu Ming thanked him happily.

Although he noticed Miss Pori's prudence. But he felt that this dream technique didn't require too much mental power, so it shouldn't be too much consumption. The hairpin made him dream for ten days, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to ask for an extra day.

"Are you ready?" Miss Pori asked.

"Now?!" Chu Ming asked suspiciously, he remembered that Miss Pori said that the hairpin was still recuperating, why did it recover so quickly.

"I'm also from the Fontie Gauguin family, and I'm his sister." Miss Pori smiled.

"Oh, I see. Now you can. Chu Ming was overjoyed, he urgently needed to capture that trace of spiritual rhino, of course, the sooner the better.

"Come to my room." Miss Pori walked to her room. Chu Ming followed.

Miss Pori's room was nothing special, and the trialists were on the right path. And there is no fall. So. The furnishings in the room were decent, except that Miss Pori's boudoir was a little cleaner than the others.

Entering the hall, and then into the bedroom, Miss Pori took off her shoes. Lay down on the bed.

"Lie down next to me." Miss Pori said. Her expression was serious. It's not at all the tone of ridiculing Chu Ming on weekdays.

"Well, okay."

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes do not have so many religious constraints. Chu Ming took off his shoes and lay down beside Miss Pori. A girlish fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Relax." Miss Pori said.

"It's good." Chu Ming moved.

"I said relax." Miss Pori said again.

"It's good." Chu Ming moved again.

"Stupid! You've crushed my hair! ”

"It's good." Chu Mingmune's answer. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air. And the dialogue is even more ambiguous.

"You can't do that."

"I'll do it."

"Don't quibble. What do you look like this erection? ”

"Oh, maybe it's a posture issue."

"It's not the posture, you're too nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I'll be very cooperative."

"Do you know the way, you can't last long like this."

"No, I'm long-lasting."

"Well, since you insist on going your own way, then I can't help it."

"Hmm."

"Hmm, what?"

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"Hmm."

"Speak well."

"Hmm."

“……”

There was an embarrassing silence, in order to break this embarrassment, Chu Ming said a word, and regretted it after speaking.

"You don't have to take off your clothes, do you?"

Ambiguous escalation.

Miss Pori suddenly turned sideways and looked at Chu Ming.

"Aren't you afraid of the Fontie Gauguin family?" Miss Pori asked.

"What are you afraid of?" Chu Ming asked rhetorically.

"If you've heard those legends, you wouldn't say that."

"What legend?"

Silence –

After a long time, Miss Pori said, "Don't believe those legends. ”

"Oh."

"I like you." Abrupt.

"Oh." Not surprised.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Reproachful.

"......" is silent -

"I have four women."

"Hmm."

"Meggie and Glenya are dead, and Bambi and Lily."

"Hmm."

"I love them, and they love me."

"Hmm."

"If one day I die, they will grieve, but they will still live well. Will you? ”

"I don't know what to do. But—" Miss Pori smiled, "a woman has to be stupid once in her life." ”

"Too hasty, isn't it?"

"There's no way, that's the only way to fall asleep again."

"A second dream? You mean—"

"Fuji Dream, this is the way to say it to the outside world. In the family, we call it the dream of nirvana. The hairpin only achieved nirvana once, and there was only so much he could do. Now you can no longer enter the dream of Nirvana, because this kind of dream can only be done once per person, except for the higher Nirvana dream. ”

Miss Pori explained that what she was saying was probably a very central secret of the Fontie Gauguin family.

"There's no need to explain it to me." Chu Ming said.

"Will you keep it a secret?" Miss Pori spoke at the root of Chu Ming's ear, itchy.

"Yes."

"I don't believe it."

"I promise."

"It's useless to sign a contract."

"But that's what you said, and I didn't let you say it."

"I've said everything, what do you say?"

"What should I do?"

"Well—there's a way."

"What's the solution?"

"Turn external contradictions into internal contradictions, and there is no taboo in saying these things within the family."

"I don't understand."

"Shhhh

A gentle little hand grips the hardest part from top to bottom, from jerky to dexterous......

(The wind is blowing tightly, can only be omitted) (To be continued......)