Krosso walked to the window to look at the shadow of the sun on the wall, turned around and smiled softly at the other four goddesses, and said, "It's not time yet, why don't you get a few chairs and sit down and wait." ”

So, in this very classical and elegant room, the goddesses conjured their usual seats and sat down in the open space in the middle of the room, and all kinds of costumes and various kinds of seats were superimposed on the wood and stone structure of the house in Croso's memory in a semi-virtual state with their masters, which seemed particularly nondescript.

The reason why the things conjured up by the goddesses can do this is because they use the spatial superposition technique to skillfully distort the space and "embed" the conjured semi-physical image into the corresponding exclusive space, thus causing the effect of spatial superposition.

In addition, the goddesses also used a small spell of connection, so that their respective seats could coexist with their needs, and the few of them were actually not completely connected to this space, so that the goddesses and the objects they conjured were in this space in a state of spatial superposition.

And this space is the illusion of Krosso's memory, so from another point of view, this space actually does not exist, and the consciousness of the goddesses is connected and floats somewhere in the unknown.

It's like the actualization of a "brain in a vat".

In the "now" At this moment, Aurora, the goddess of light, dressed in a white and golden brocade robe, and Nix, the goddess of darkness, in a dark and silver-gray embroidered robe, sat dignified and straight on two white maple high-backed chairs, one black and one white; Atropus, dressed in an ivory-white Greek robe, sat quietly and solemnly on a stone bench with a round carved lacquered gilt bird Linghai map; Crosso, who wore a long dress in a light yellow night dress, conjured a couch with a chaise long, golden frame with nude plush cushions in dark purple lambskin, and was turning over and lying on the sofa with a charming expression, holding this golden three-dimensional embroidered pillow in his hand, two leaning on the back of his waist and one under his ankles, live off the style of a noble lady.

Even more exaggerated than them is Laxis, the goddess who has clearly a tendency to turn one-person responsibility and mud into group play, and she actually conjured up a white swing more than two meters long to use as a seat! The white sandalwood seat is hollow, the flowers and plants come out of the inside of the seat board and climb up along the rope of the swing, the wisteria raly-of-the-valley is sandwiched between the hook roses and freesia and African violets, occasionally or dotted with a few clematis, at a glance it looks like a broken rainbow inadvertently flowing into a colorful waterfall, everywhere is the smoke and night rain moistened into the blue, the twilight deep pool reflects the purple, pure as the blue of the blue wash and bright, the tender yellow of the warbler's newborn feathers, the delicate cherry red like the lips of the beautiful woman, and the white of the clouds on the horizon.

The most surprising thing was that the swing actually tied its rope to the layers of bucket arches. The roof of this room is built using the method of stacking bucket arches, and the lower it gets, the lower it gets, and the five goddesses are in the center of the room, and the distance from the ground to the roof has exceeded three and a half meters, heading towards a height of four meters.

Laxis was swinging as if no one was around, and now she wouldn't hurt anyone no matter how she played. Krosso looked at her sister and smiled slyly, her fingers fluttering like a butterfly, and she flew towards Laxis.

Now the goddess grabbed it casually, caged a big phoenix butterfly with a purple bottom, happily held it in front of her and blew it, and the phoenix butterfly went away with the wind.

A butterfly, the goddess of light, kept flying in front of the eyes of Laxis and Atropus, causing Laxis to play with it completely, conjuring colorful flowers from her hands to tease the butterflies.

Atropus was having a dark face over there, but it was inconvenient for her sisters to teach her sisters a lesson because of the presence of the goddess of light and darkness.

Aurora and Nicks looked at each other, turned back and smiled lightly, using their mana to conjure up a thick layer of fire-colored maple leaves on the floor, and then flocks of dead leaf butterflies flew up from them, and the scene in the room was picturesque.

When one of the women in the room had a gloomy face and the others began to have a good time, a heavy shadow was cast on the carved wooden door, and a man and a woman walked in with light steps, and the two of them looked solemn.

The joy of the goddesses in the room came to an abrupt end as if someone had suddenly pressed the stop button.

Everyone stood up straight at the same time, turning their heads to look at the door. The goddess of light and darkness no longer laughs secretly, the goddess of the future no longer pretends to play pranks while sleeping, and now the goddess no longer flutters butterflies and frolicks, and even the goddess of the past who has always been full of anger has forgotten to continue to put on an angry cold face.

They understood that the "drama" had begun.

The people who entered the door were Crosso and Night Rose.