The two continued to talk about this topic for a while, and then Liang Yu suddenly remembered something.

He lowered his voice and said, "Hey, I think you said you were going to keep this matter a secret, right?"

Zhang Xiaohai's sister works in the Spirit League, so it's normal for him to know some secret news, but talking about it like this seems too much.

I saw Zhang Xiaohai waving his hand, "What I said has already spread on the Internet, it doesn't matter." ”

As mentioned before, the law and order in Bauhinia City is very good, and the reason is that there are too many retired and nosy spiritualists, generally speaking, dealing with criminals like 'Pans Thieves' should be low-key work, but the situation here is a little special, as long as the popularity of 'Pans Thieves' increases, there will be a large number of 'night tour enthusiasts' in a few days.

Such a situation is a very proud thing in the eyes of ordinary Bauhinia City citizens.

However, the weirdness is always impossible to ignore. Referring to the normal law in the world, the number of spirits a city has is often directly proportional to the probability of the occurrence of spiritual chaos.

But Bauhinia City is a special case.

Perhaps, there is some secret in it.

Liang Yu instinctively felt that something was wrong with this, but he didn't feel anything bad, just think about this kind of thing by himself, so he wouldn't tell Zhang Xiaohai that they knew. After all, for him, these few friends are just ordinary people.

"Xiaohai," Liang Yu suddenly became serious, he grabbed his hair with one hand, as if he was reluctant to say the next words, "Things involving spiritual magicians are dangerous, you must not touch them because they feel fresh, they may die." ”

Coming from a spiritual family, he knows much more about that world than the average person. The battles between the psics are completely different from the ones in the movies, because these battles are deadly. And killing, always only for the result.

Even if he is an ace psychic master, if his throat is broken, there is only one way to die, and the bullet enters his head, and the result is the same as that of ordinary people. The more powerful the Psychic is, the more experienced he is in killing, so the most essential image of a Psychic is that of a Killer, not a Guardian.

"Uh......" Zhang Xiaohai was stunned for a moment by the sudden change of the other party, he understood that his attitude towards this matter was a little frivolous, and nodded, "Well, I know, I'm just interested in this topic, if I really run into it, it's too late for me to hide." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

However, at this moment, Mu Zhaoling, who was exhausted of interest, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hey, I say, when are you going to put this hand?" the voice was cold and the tone was impatient.

Let's talk about it, these two middle school students kept talking, from 'metamorphosis' to 'orthopedics', and then back to 'pans metamorphosis', and finally ran into the gray edge of reality.

Although Mu Zhaoling, who was sleepy, was able to stay awake all the time, and it was only a few minutes before the preparatory bell rang, the atmosphere brewing by these two guys made him feel uncomfortable, so he simply took advantage of this only precursor and immediately snuffed it out!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it feels so good, I forgot it when I put it on it. Zhang Xiaohai immediately took his hand away, he shrugged his shoulders, and then walked to the front row, "Well, I'm running out of time, I'll go back to my seat." ”

This is the end of the chat between the few people.

.........

Things have developed to the present, and finally no one disturbs Mu Zhaoling to sleep anymore, he first touched the flat table, and after determining the next sleeping environment, he buried his head in it while wrapping his hands around - he didn't show his face when he slept, even if he wore glasses.

Immersed in sleep, Mu Zhaoling's consciousness entered a chaotic state that seemed to be asleep but not asleep.

"This monthly exam...... First place....... Mu Zhaoling's classmate ......"-In a trance, Mu Zhaoling's mind vaguely heard Qin Yue's voice in reality, this... It's supposed to be a class meeting, right?

【System upgrade ......】

【0.0001%...... 0.0537%.. ....0.1324%......】

“...... Hush... Don't wake him up......"

"Teacher, he's asleep again. ”

"Djinn God, why did you fall down with my gentle blow?"

"Hey, hey, Xiaoling, let's go swimming together~~"

"Zhaoling-san~Please have a relationship with us~~~" A group of people's confession declaration to a cute 'beautiful girl'.

“...... The road is fateful, and it can be stopped. ”

"Friends of the Dao are slow, the poor Dao has this seven-colored mushroom, wouldn't it be wonderful to have a piece of stewed chicken?"

......

- Chaotic and mixed. All kinds of fragments of fragments seemed to be like watching flowers, and there were waves in Mu Zhaoling's mind.

These fragments of memory are irregular and chaotic, and his consciousness seems to be divided into many small parts, with a sense of presence, a sense of 'movement', and omnipresentness, but he does not have the ability to think.

'Contradictions' also become unreasonable in the chaos. Perhaps, this is because the greater "reason" has erased the "reason".

If the light is used as a metaphor for consciousness, then the world of consciousness of Mu Zhaoling has completely fallen into darkness.

Seventy-four minutes after the real time, his consciousness world began to appear light, from a little fluorescence began to scatter and expand, faster and faster, the consciousness space does not count the years, so according to the real time, after thirty-seven seconds, his world will be completely bright.

Then, as if with a sharp snap of his fingers, with a 'snap', Mu Zhaoling's thinking ability returned to his conscious world.

Because he had no ability to think in the previous process, he had no memory of falling into chaos at all, he only knew that he was in a trance, and then fell asleep.

So, this is also his dream.

"Strange feeling. ”

In the dream, Mu Zhaoling is shown here in his truest image, with long black hair hanging down to his waist, ice muscles and jade skin, bright eyes and bright teeth, this guy is basically the tangible existence of 'human beauty' in this world.

"If I don't open my mouth...... Well, that's true, the dream world is so wonderful, even if I don't open my mouth, there is still a sound. "He's testing what's special about this world.

"Because the whole world is made up of my consciousness, and consciousness is everywhere, there is no basis for the existence of the voice that represents 'speech'. ”

To put it simply, you don't need to open your mouth to say your heart.

"Hehehe," the cute and charming Mu Zhaoling smiled wickedly in the dream, he imagined what he looked like more than twenty years ago, and then he was stunned, his eyes widened, "What's going on? How is it possible? This is not scientific!"

He raised his slender and white arms, clenched his fists, and gestured a posture that highlighted his biceps, "I should be a muscular strong man, why am I still like this? Could it be that in my conscious world, I can't be as I want to be?!"

"Ah!! damn it, it's infuriating!"

Then, in order to release the grief and anger in his heart, he imagined what the world would look like when it collapsed, but ...... Not a single trace of change at all.

This is a world of flowers, the sea of flowers can not see the border, all kinds of terrain have different flowers, in front of Mu Zhaoling, there are morning glory, wisteria, jasmine, lily, rose, star picking and so on...... And it's not just these words that are considered 'flowers', but there are also yuzu blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pumpkin blossoms...... It seems that as long as it blooms, there is a presence here.

"General!" Mu Zhaoling began to indulge his imagination, and he tried to use his rich imagination to create something out of thin air.

There is no black cat, only a gust of wind blowing, bringing up layers of flower waves and bursts of floral fragrance.

Everything was in vain, and whatever he thought, he did not appear in this world.

"Something is wrong, this must be another system ghost, why don't you just explode this useless thing. "Mu Zhaoling has a very deep grudge against the system......

In the blink of an eye, he thought about his big problem again.

"No," Mu Zhaoling fell into a state of frustration and hesitation, "Damn, I will never be a mother!

However, the cruel reality once shocked his reason: the system and the Nianghua virus colluded with each other, and they were the same group.

"Heh... Scold... He's a little broken......

"It's good to destroy, it's good to destroy it all. ”

"Ahh I can't destroy it....I don't want to become a woman......"

“...... Throw Zhu Xuan away... No...... Scold... Wait for the day when you have money (referring to the obsession), let's make her breasts bigger...... "Although it's all hopeless, this one is relatively easy to provoke."

"Heh... It's fun......