Fisher's consciousness was once again mired in a quagmire of dreams, familiar dreams in which he did not smell the fresh scent of Arajina, the shy smell of steam, or the scorching sulfur of magma

He just kept falling, following a book that shimmered with golden light towards some deep dream.

Yaren Niang finished the manual?

Fisher glanced with difficulty at the book in front of him that shimmered with golden light and his consciousness was sinking down, and although he was puzzled, he could not ask, and was forced to follow it into a dream that Fisher was quite familiar with.

The dream was full of fragrance, and the fall in the darkness was not as unimpeded as a free fall, but more like a myriad of invisible forces coming from all directions, frantically pulling at Fisher's body.

In the darkness, it was as if countless eyes were watching Fisher's thin soul.

Such loneliness, such fear of the unknown, even Fisher would feel that it was difficult to breathe, until the next second, he suddenly felt that the greedy and whispering gazes around him were dispelled, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down.

When Fisher reluctantly opened his eyes, he found that in the dream in front of him, the huge full moon he had seen before hung indifferently above the night sky, staring at him like a god without mercy.

The moon, which was larger and brighter than the universe, took over the night sky, drenching the entire heavenly vault with cold, and a chilling sense of gaze and locking permeated Fisher's soul, but there was no emotional meaning in it, as if he just wanted to simply stare at Fisher.

An indescribable sense of oppression spread from the moonlight spreading all over the ground to the depths of Fisher's heart, and the eternal loneliness and black hole-like coercion pushed Fisher's soul and made him struggle in pain.

Under such squeezing, Fisher suddenly saw some blurry picture in a scattered way

In the snowstorm, he saw a long black hair that fell slowly to the ground, wrapped in a faint fragrance, a deep black, and the back of a throne carved from ice that stood in the darkness.

The situation on the front of the throne was unknown, but when Fisher looked in that direction, a strange sense of danger instantly came over him, as if his soul was locked by some extremely dangerous being.

A sound like a murmur, like a bell, exploded in his heart,

"Finally. of a phoenix."

The voice came towards Fisher's face as if it were substance, and the words that were unintentionally spoken contained a power unimaginable to human beings, and in an instant it seemed to tear Fisher apart, and at the last moment, the shimmering golden light of the book jerked his consciousness away from this extremely dangerous place, and let him instantly escape the dream filled with the faint fragrance.

But Fisher struggled frantically to look down, for he suddenly recognized the owner of the fragrance as the witch who always had a wicked smile and was now nowhere to be found

"Renee!"

In the next second, Fisher opened his eyes in a panic, and his palm reached forward to grab the black-haired beauty, but it was not the terrifying giant moon, nor the extremely dangerous Ice Throne, nor the delicate Renee with a wicked smile, but only the twilight daylight that fell to the ground and wanted to squeeze into the room due to the curtains.

The atmosphere in the room was dull but quiet, so that Fisher, who had almost forgotten to breathe, gasped for several breaths before he recovered, and it was only then that he suddenly found that he had broken out in a cold sweat all over his body, symbolizing the fear he felt in his dreams.

The pressure in the dream never dissipated, and the sweaty Fisher subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and rub his eyebrows, but suddenly found that he seemed to be still in someone's arms.

He turned his head to look at the side in a daze, a touch of white hair fluttering in the fresh scent of sea salt, and a heroic but extremely quiet face at this time was leaning next to his face, it was the iceberg queen Arajina.

As a Satinia woman, even if she reluctantly fulfilled her agreement with Fisher just now, she would still subconsciously reach out and hold Fisher in her arms, this subconscious sense of shelter made Fisher feel quite novel, and she couldn't tell whether she had taken advantage or she had taken advantage just now, but she felt very satisfied and relieved.

By the way, did you call Renee's name in a dream just now?

Fortunately, Aragina slept relatively deeply, and it seemed that because she had just experienced the two physically exhausting things of fighting and having sex today, she couldn't wake up when she fell asleep.

But Fisher's heart was beating fast, and his mind kept echoing with what he had dreamed about.

Fisher had seen the unmerciful, god-like moon before, and had dreamed the same thing that night when Saint-Nari had shared the bed with Renee.

At that time, he thought it was just an ordinary dream, but now it seems that this is not the case, and that dream should also be what Yaren Niang made up the manual for him to see

So, what does the moon symbolize?

That sense of oppression is by no means transcendent or even mythical, but some kind of higher-level existence, such an existence Fisher subconsciously thought of the big eye he saw in the city of Philoon on the southern continent, or the god of life, Ramastia?

Does this moon have anything to do with the terrifying gaze I felt on the ship back to St. Nari?

The mystery of the huge moon was too difficult to guess, and Fisher had no clue for a moment, but the image behind the moon was extremely obvious.

Fisher saw first the snow, then the scented black hair.

I still remember that the Witch Research Institute found a black hair belonging to the legendary "Undead Witch" at the door of the Frost Snow Sycamore Tree in Sema Snow Mountain, and used this black hair to create an artificial witch Carolina, at that time Fisher suspected that the black hair belonged to Renee, but the question is, if that black hair belonged to Renee, what would she do there?

She had never told herself that she had been to the North, rather, every time she went out, she said that she was looking for her home, that is, to be active in Kado, but now Fisher felt that it was not that simple, especially since she had not been able to contact Renee recently.

The throne made of ice is definitely related to the phoenix, and it is very likely that it is on the frost and snow plane tree, and the existence on the throne seems to say something about the "last phoenix".

Intuition told Fisher that Renee's disappearance was inextricably linked to the incident, otherwise Yaren Niang would not have given herself such a hint after completing the manual

Fisher glanced silently at the white shirt he had faded and tossed beside the bed, and the Asian lady in the shirt had finished the manual and looked at him quietly, apparently not answering any of his questions.

It seems that he must go to the Frosty Sycamore Tree, even if it is only for Renee.

He gently reached out and took out the photo that Renee had left for himself, and unsurprisingly, her iconic lark Hart still did not appear on the photo, Fisher looked at the photo quietly, and then turned the photo over, followed by a line of writing left by Renee,

"When you miss me, remember to tell me through Hart~ although I know you won't do that."

There was no full stop on that line, and the punctuation marks that had been used as periods were replaced by the cunning Renee in the shape of a heart

Renee doesn't like separations and endings, and even full stops won't be used, and Fisher knows that.

"Hmm"

At this moment, Fisher suddenly felt the Aragina who was hugging him tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Fisher, on the other hand, instantly clasped the photo in his palm and tucked it back into the pocket of his white shirt quite naturally, deeper than the mother of the Asian to finish the manual.

"Arajina?"

Aragina next to her had just woken up, so she still looked a little delirious at this time, but after seeing Fisher in front of her, she looked down at her state in a daze, and after waiting for a second or two, a trace of satisfaction welled up in her azure eyes.

The corners of her mouth were also lifted by this touch of satisfaction, outlining a good-looking smile,

"No, I'm just, I'm glad Fisher gave himself to me."

“.”

Ah, sometimes it is really forgotten that Aragina is actually a lady of the Sardinia country, and it seems that she is influenced by the blood of the troll race, and they have ideas that are diametrically opposed to the other countries.

But Fisher carefully checked it just now, except that she was a little cooler and stronger, she was no different from other human ladies, Fisher had never seen real trolls, and he didn't know what they looked like, but they shouldn't be similar to humans, right?

So, in fact, the only way to embody the bloodline of the troll race among the Satinia women is the female respect?

Aragina's heart was quick, she gently reached out and hugged Fisher in her arms, then buried her head in his neck with her eyes closed, and whispered,

"Even though I know that even if I do these things, it doesn't mean anything. But, I promise, Fisher, I'll keep working hard to make you happy. ”

Fisher couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, and Aragina was indeed a very lovely lady.

At this moment, her white hair was unshackled from the ponytail in Xunri, and spread on top of the sheets like the frost condensed above the lake in winter, and the azure blue eyes that looked at her as seriously as she did, rendering her expressionless and serious appearance a cuteness that was unknown to outsiders.

Fisher couldn't help but bow her head and kiss her lips, and Arajina responded to Fisher without being shy, seemingly even happier than Fisher.

"Wait, Fisher, it's going to be evening, so let's go to dinner with the crew first, shall we?"

"Pahetz and the others have already gone to eat first, and we are the only ones left."

"They went first?"

"Well, I guess you heard a little bit just now, right?"

"Huh? Wait, Fisher, change position. I. on top. ”

"Okay."

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