Mo Chen opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and got up from the bed listlessly.

Why do you get colder and colder the more you sleep?

Eh, this isn't like it's in the Rhea's cabin......

All around was a hazy gray, except for the orange twilight flowing in the sky ahead.

What is this place?

Mo Chen couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, could it be that he was trapped in a real dream again? Just as Mo Chen was thinking about how to escape from here, there was a violent tremor on the ground under his feet, making him sit on the ground firmly.

What happened? Mo Chen, who had just covered his ass and grinned his teeth, was attracted by the scene at the end of twilight. He opened his mouth and moved a few times, his frightened gaze and dull facial expression vividly explained his current situation, and he was stunned.

A huge figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the twilight sky, and the steel body that had exceeded 100 meters was plated with a layer of orange in the dusk. From time to time, the steel shell of the body steamed with white steam, and the shrill whistle tore through the silence covered by the gray. The clatter of the machine's gears and the heavy ticking sound made Mo Chen focus on its head.

It turned out to be a huge clock, with only one hand on it that kept moving, sometimes clockwise and sometimes counterclockwise. As the hour hand rotates in different directions, the steel on its surface shines with a cold sheen, and the rusty rust drops after a while. Every step it took landed on the ground was accompanied by a violent shake.

This monster forged of steel swept through this gray space with a torrent of destruction. The strong winds generated by its trampling carried away the gray fog that permeated the place. All the scenes shrouded in the misty area were presented in front of Mo Chen.

I don't know what age the building is, standing tremblingly on this ground in various distorted postures. They are covered with traces of erosion over time, and debris is constantly falling as the ground shakes.

What's even more outrageous is that there are crowds of people standing around the ground where Mo Chen is slumped. It shouldn't be that it's standing, it's more like it's frozen there for a moment. For example, a child next to him sneezed, and the snot that splashed out also floated in the air, as if time had been forcibly stopped in that moment. This is not a statue! Even a clever sculptor could not let that lump of snot float out of thin air under the constraints of the earth's power.

The clock robot is now using its fist of steel to destroy any obstacle that stands in its way. Flying stone chips fell, leaving a deep blood mark across Mo Chen's face. The pain brought him back to his senses, but it also scared him out. Because a fist-sized stone pierced the sneeze child's head, beige brains burst everywhere. Blood gushed out of the child's brain and inevitably dripped on his face, and some of it just fell into his gaping mouth.

Feeling the foreign object falling into his mouth, Mo Chen did not hesitate, and immediately lowered his head and vomited, until the last vomit was all clear water. The whistle that burst the eardrum resounded throughout the space, and there was a tooth-aching sound from the friction on the gears, along with the constantly shaking ground, which finally made the desire to survive in Mo Chen's heart temporarily overcome the sense of fear, and he mustered up his legs and ran towards the rear.

Before Mo Chen could take two steps, he was forced back to his original place by an invisible force. Everything that had just happened regressed rapidly in front of his eyes, and even the living statue of the child whose head had been blown off by the stone just now returned to its original appearance. The steam-powered robot also kept backing up on the actions it had done before, and in a moment, everything that had happened before had returned to the scene where Mo Chen had first arrived. If it weren't for the burning pain on his face, he would have thought he was dreaming. Maybe this was a real dream within a dream......

"This is not the place for you, get out of here, hypocritical outsider!" A steely humming voice came from the distance of twilight, and the whole world in front of him suddenly became a translucent clock, and Mo Chen stood at the very edge of the clock.

When the hands of the clock rotated in Mo Chen's position, the entire translucent clock quickly cracked and shattered like broken glass. All is silent in darkness......

The sound of Rhea's whistle made Mo Chen open his eyes, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, before he could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he found that his whole body was covered with dust. The only thing on the bed was that he was covered in dust, what the hell was going on. He patted himself on the cheek, and suddenly there was a piercing pain on his face. Thinking of what had just happened in the dream, he immediately ran into the bathroom in a panic.

The person in the mirror has a blood mark about the length of an index finger on his cheek, and there is faint blood oozing with blood, and his reddish face has spots of scarlet blood. Mo Chen was sure that these blood stains could not be his own! even in his dreams, he didn't remember smearing the blood on his forehead and neck. The only explanation is the blood, the sneeze child.

Even in a real dream, the caster may injure himself, but it is impossible to bring other people's blood out of the dream. Could it be that everything that happened in the dream just now turned out to be true!?

After trying his best to calm his chaotic heart, Mo Chen had no choice but to take a hot bath again to wash away the child's remaining blood on his body.

When Mo Chen went out of the bathroom, he found that there were three familiar faces sitting on the bed in his room.

"Dear Mochen Scrapwood, I don't remember you ever being so clean. Hey...... Why is there a wound on your face?" Margaret, who was still joking, got up from the head of the bed, walked to Mo Chen's side, and forcibly twisted his head back.

"Who can leave such a deep mark on your face? Tell me who has that ability. I want to learn from him!"

Natalia was also curious about why there were such scars on his face, and she blinked her eyes at Mo Chen, her burgundy eyes full of questions. Flora, on the other hand, was holding her head and wandering around Mo Chen's side, her eyes mostly resting on the scar.

If it had been placed in the past, Mo Chen would definitely have a poor mouth with Margaret, and he would not choose to back down until Margaret showed her white tiger teeth and clenched fists.

But that strange dream made his heart heavy, and he was not in the mood to mess with these three people anymore. Slapped Margaret's hand away from her chin and slapped listlessly onto her bed, pulling the quilt over her head.

"You haven't answered me yet!Who left the scar on your face!" Margaret was extremely dissatisfied with Mo Chen's current attitude, and lifted his quilt and said angrily.

What do you want me to say? I can't say that the wound on my face was scratched by stone chips in a dream, right? I don't believe it myself, can you believe it? Looking at the three women in front of him with a helpless face, Mo Chen had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "This little wound was accidentally tripped and scratched on the ground by me just now. ”

"You're lying!" A hint of anger flashed in Flora's blue eyes, "Please don't lower my IQ to the same level as you! And how can the scratched wounds on the ground be like this, you treat me as an idiot! The scars on your face are obviously wounded by sharp weapons, so please don't insult my IQ!"

"I'm glad that you found out so quickly that you're an imbecile, given your current IQ reaction. You can be discharged!"

This kind of rotten vernacular is naturally exchanged for a violent beating, perhaps because he lacks wood in the five elements and is born with the virtue of smoking. Under the violent repression, he said an explanation that made them think it was more reasonable.

That is, when he was eating, he was too focused on ignoring what was in front of him, and he was scratched by the tip of the knife and fork. Maybe when others use this excuse, Flora and the others will definitely not believe it. But as for the person in front of you, it's normal for this to happen.

After the three women received their convincing answers, they remained in Mo Chen's room to talk, refusing to leave. After the nerves that had been tense in the previous dream relaxed, his tired mind made him slowly close his eyes. But not long after I closed it, I felt someone poke me hard in pain.

"Are you three still finished?!Can you give you a chance to sleep?"

Mo Chen opened his eyes, spewing blazing murderous flames. Looking for the person who poked the wound on his face just now, is it the rule that the woman pokes people but not the face?

"You ......" He crawled backwards with a glare and horror as he saw the person in front of him. Didn't I fall asleep? Why did I go back to dreaming?

"Little brother, can you stop running? You have my blood on you, and no matter where you run, I have already made you return to me immediately. A child's voice sounded behind him, with a somewhat playful tone.

Can you not run? Hell it before it gets dark, you can't let me stay and talk to you about my ideals and life. After his legs were full of strength, Mo Chen fled from the child's side in a hurry.

"Hey, little brother, can we stop playing?" After dozens of failed escapes, Mo Chen finally gave up on the idea, and sat next to the sneezing living statue child, panting.

"Whoever is playing with you, you are entertaining yourself alone all the time, okay! And I'm not a little brother, but a little sister!"

“......”

Sitting on the ground, looking at the area shrouded in gray mist, Mo Chen felt a deep chill seep into his bone marrow.

"Well, young lady, where is this place? And am I dreaming?"

"This is a place of silence, imprisoned by a group of people called the Prisoners of Time. You say it's a dream? No, everything that's happening here is real! If you're hurt here, you'll leave here with the same scars. ”

Mo Chen touched the wound on his face, and when he heard the little girl's answer, he couldn't help but feel a little furious in his heart. "What if you die inside?"

"Hey, hey, then congratulations on becoming one of us. The little girl giggled, and though her mouth and body didn't move at all, it was the same as when she first saw her.

What are you kidding? To be a member of the living statue is not as happy as to die.

"Then ......" Mo Chen still wanted to ask something, but unfortunately the words were hastily interrupted by the little girl.

"It's here again!"

At the end of the orange sky, a giant steam robot reappeared on the dim ground plane.