In the cave, the sword momentum that erupted from Charon's body covered all the space, and the sea of consciousness was turbulent, and the spiritual power continued to gush out, combining with the sword momentum realm.

When swordsmanship reaches a certain realm, when you use sword moves, you can release the illusion of artistic conception, increase your own body, and weaken the role of your opponent. Charon is beyond this realm and has reached the level of driving the sword momentum, so his use of artistic conception has a great influence on others.

After being trapped in the dream of the resentful spirit Filier for so long, and having already understood the process of gathering and synthesizing the resentment of the resentful spirit, he integrated the highly condensed spiritual power into the sword momentum, forming an unconventional swordsmanship. And Philip was also very careless, he was so relaxed beside him, and he took the opportunity to pull him into the dream he created, and his purpose was naturally Filiel's memory of the witch.

Maybe the witch is imprisoned by Philier, she can't tell where the witch is, maybe she can't even have that kind of thought, but when she sleeps in her dreams, she only needs to collect the memory fragments she scatters, and she can naturally know the witch's location directly or indirectly.

Charon opened his eyes, and the imprint contained in his body had flashed red, but it didn't work at all, and he stretched out his palm and pressed it on the top of Philier's head, "Have a good dream." ”

The woman holding the little girl wept, tears in a string like pearls, and she covered her mouth so that she didn't want to choke up.

The little girl Fillel looked up, she didn't understand why her mother was crying, but now she felt very uncomfortable, and turned her head to look at the carriage that was getting farther and farther away, and she thought that it would be good if the people inside could come back.

Perhaps hearing her wishes, the carriage finally stopped, and the man in the carriage rushed back, with tears in his eyes, hugging his mother and her tightly, "I'm not leaving, I'm sorry I deceived you before and hurt everyone." Dear Martha, and my little darling Philiel, forgive me, okay?"

Martha nodded heavily and buried her head in the man's chest, and Philier also cried, beating the man holding her in one hand, venting the inexplicable sourness in her heart.

The house was still sold, and with a lot of savings, the man used the money to compensate his wife and children, and to reach a divorce agreement.

"This is a mistake I made, the crime should have been borne by me, and now it has hurt you and Philier. The man was ashamed, but Martha, who was sitting on the opposite side, was full of happiness, even though she was now destitute and had nothing.

Fillel held the rag doll, seeing that her parents tolerated and cared for each other, she also laughed in a light and sweet childlike voice, everything was so innocent and beautiful.

Although the family was very poor at the beginning, the husband and wife worked together, and life improved day by day, and finally bought back the house that was originally sold, and the family of three lived happily.

Filier is also growing day by day, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she is slim, beautiful and beautiful, and she also has many friends who get along well. Once you encounter problems in life, there are always people who lend a hand, everyone seems so friendly, and the sunshine in this world is very warm.

Growing up in happiness, in the blink of an eye she has become an adult, with the support of her parents, opened a flower shop in the town, colorful flowers are placed on the flower stand, the fragrance is condensed, penetrating the heart, the most beautiful is the most conspicuous Roman Rollan flower in the middle, the blue color, the delicate and soft petal core, interpreting the beautiful legend.

"Can you give me a tulip?" a gentle and elegant lady entered the store and chose a tulip.

The lady's temperament attracted her, and after a short conversation, she was fond of it, and the lady's name was Eliinda, what a nice name. In the days that followed, the lady would come to the store every day to buy flowers, and Fillel talked to her more and more, and she grew closer and more to this understanding lady.

With a stunned expression, Filier looked at Elinda who was holding a dagger and rope in front of her, "Lady Elinda what do you want to do?!"

Outside, Fillel's spirit trembled violently, suffering from chaos and pain.

Charon's eyes froze, and his mind quickly collected the memory fragments scattered by Philille, the dream he created had two layers, the outer layer was the space where the dream recipient's memory fragments drifted, and the inner layer was the dream world experienced by the dream recipient.

Due to the limitation of his strength, and the fact that this skill was just created, many places were not perfected, so he couldn't control the direction of the dream. It's just that some of the fragments that are impressive by Firiel have evolved, allowing the other party to promote the development of the dream according to his own thoughts, so it is not up to him to accelerate the flow of the other party's memory fragments.

Maybe in the future, after this sword technique matures and his strength improves, he will be able to perfectly control the dream, but in front of him, he doesn't even know the specific process of the dream, and it obviously won't work, so he can only wait for Filier to slowly release the memory fragments.

"Philyl, you should be able to sell it for a good price, and it won't be in vain that I've spent so much time befriending you. Elinda smiled, but her words were cold and merciless.

Filier didn't expect that Elinda, whom she trusted so much, would be a trafficker who abducted and sold girls, and asked herself to come to such a secluded place just to catch herself. She wanted to escape, but her legs and feet were weak and weak, and she couldn't take a step, so she could only watch Elinda get closer and closer.

Suddenly, a man appeared from behind the woods, dressed in a black police uniform, he was holding a musket, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Eliinda, and the fierce power made Elinda dare not move.

In the end, Elinda was escorted to the Sheriff's Department and punished, while Fillel was rescued. She couldn't forget the young detective who saved her, so she sent flowers to the detective every day without a day of rest, and in the end, the detective accepted her heart.

In the holy hall, relatives and friends looked at her and her husband with blessed and envious eyes, the white wedding dress was beautiful, the groom was very gentle, and she felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

"Will you marry Miss Filler, live with her according to the teachings of the Bible, be one flesh with her before God, love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her from illness or health, wealth or poverty, and remain faithful to her until you leave the world?"

"I do!" replied in a deep male voice that made Fillel's heart pound faster.

"Miss Fillel, are you willing to wait until you leave the world?"

"I, I, I do!" Fillyl was a little nervous, and her embarrassed look caused her relatives and friends to snicker kindly.

When the ring was put on, Fillier's face flushed with happiness, and in the midst of the coaxing, she lay on her husband's arms, slowly standing on tiptoe, lips and lips approaching each other, at this moment, Fillier saw Roman Rollan flowers flying all over the sky, "so beautiful"

The pain transmitted by something far away spread throughout her body, and with a click, the whole dream shattered, and Philyl stared at the dark cavern in front of her in a daze, not even the pain that would normally torture her to scream incessantly, or that the pain in her heart at this time was far more than anything else.

The two ghosts tore open the vines at the entrance of the cave, and the witch Elinda walked into the cave, "Dear Philier, I heard that you caught a prey"

Filiel let out an earth-shattering roar, full of pain and wail, a powerful resentment erupted on her, and kept rising, her long hair danced wildly, and her eyes flashed red, "It's all you, it's all you!"