The scorching and poisonous sunlight sprinkled from the zenith, and the sky light and the fallen leaves intersected, passing through the gaps between the dense green leaves, mottled and falling on Qin Yuelou's obscuring eyes, and also fell on his pure white slim chef's uniform.

"It's a little hot." Qin Yuelou said, unbuttoning the double-breasted buttons in front of her chest three or two, revealing the outline of her fierce chest muscles.

The nine-patterned and nine-clawed red dragon on its back swam in its white clothes, and the piercing chirping of cicadas piercing through the forest and beating leaves came from its ears.

"Got it~" "Got it." "Got it!"

One after another, the ups and downs are uneven, you sing and we appear, and the noisy cicadas are endless.

It's too noisy, it's too noisy.

But Qin Yuelou didn't feel irritated about this, but quietly listened to the melodious singing that belonged to their blooming life.

They may lie dormant in the soil for three or seven years, or more likely, prime numbers prevent them from competing with other cicadas.

But when they climb from the soil to the trunk of a tree and molt, they have only a few months left to live.

During these months, they will die rapidly, and before they die, they will have to pass on their genes for a limited time.

It's the instinct of life.

Therefore, in addition to the meaning of elegant poetry and noisy summer music, "cicada chirping"

For cicadas, they are annoying spirits who output "deep communication" information at full power around the clock.

In this sea of sounds formed by the convergence of courtship sounds, Qin Yuelou's six ears were full of complicated "in-depth exchanges" and the voices of cicadas with related content.

It's just that in this vast ocean, there is still a saying that does not belong to this sea,

Human words are like a flat boat that will be destroyed by any wave.

Qin Yuelou followed the source of the sound, and he went deep into the dense forest, where the towering trees were densely covered with cicadas of all colors.

For the arrival of the cook, the cicadas did not panic, and they did not care about it, but just sang the song of courtship by themselves.

It seemed that there were invisible steps in front of him, and with every step Qin Yuelou took, he would climb higher in front of him, and finally stop in the middle of an ancient tree.

It was a white cicada unlike any other cicada.

There is no texture of jade, but the whole body is pure white and clean, and it seems to be carved from falling snow.

The frightened white cicadas let out even more high-pitched chirps.

"Help me, help me, help me, can you understand me?" The sound of the white cicada's cicada conveyed such a meaning to Qin Yuelou.

Qin Yuelou reached out and took the white cicada from the trunk of the tree, and gently placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Help, help." The white cicada still shouted like this.

"Don't be afraid, it'll be fine." Qin Yuelou raised his hand and held the white cicada in line with his gaze.

"I don't know what's going on, suddenly it's a cicada, can you help me?"

"Are you male or female? Do you know the gender of your cicada now?"

"Little girl, I don't know, what does this have to do with me becoming a cicada?"

"Girl, the only cicada that can call is the male cicada...

So in other words, the male part of your personality is higher than the female part, in other words, are you... More inclined to grind the mirror and marry the girl?"

"You! You! How do you know?" The white cicada's heart was full of panic and shame.

"It's just that a little bit of the interpretation of dreams, it's not a fault to like women, just as there are men who like the same sex."

"Dreams? What do you mean?" The white cicada was puzzled with a little fear.

"Don't you understand? The cicadas around you are formed by your memories and perceptions of the people around you, in other words, those sounds are gossip about you chewing on the root of your tongue.

And I mean, here's your dream,

I just strayed into you while I was sleeping

It's just a dream."

Qin Yuelou said to the white cicada.

"Dreams? How can it be? How could I dream that I had become a cicada?"

"Johnson dreams of butterflies, is Johnson dreaming of butterflies, or is the butterfly dreaming of Johnson? No one knows, and if you want to become human again, you have to wake up."

"No, how the hell am I going to wake up, Master?" Bai Cicada asked Qin Yuelou hopefully, hoping that Qin Yuelou could help her.

"There is no concept of time in dreams, your experience in the dream world may only be a moment in the outside world, but it may also be a whole night, but in the dream world, your sense of time will be stretched, in other words, if someone in the outside world wakes you up, you may have been screaming here for decades, even hundreds of thousands of years, although you may not remember it when you wake up, there will always be a little dream remnant, but you are going to experience it in the present."

"Huh? This... Master, can you please wake me up quickly?" The white cicada asked embarrassedly.

Qin Yuelou paused, and then said to the white cicada unhurriedly.

"The first thing you have to remember is that this is a dream, and unless there is a corresponding spell or supernatural power, your death in the dream will not be reflected in reality."

"What do you mean? Master?" The white cicada asked Qin Yuelou, and she noticed a trace of bad breath.

"It hurts a little." Qin Yuelou smiled and reassured Bai Chan.

As soon as the white cicada was about to ask, Qin Yuelou suddenly retracted, a few limbs and feet leaking from the fingers twitched wildly, and the little hard touch that came from the violent struggle only came from the shell of the white cicada, but more often than not, the softness of the abdomen, and the desperate shaking of the cicada's wings.

In the dream, the false white cicada's vitality is suddenly gone.

The viscous red serous fluid seemed to be like blood plasma, overflowing from the fingers and palms, and with it appeared a white cicada covered in blood.

The cicada's wings were broken and embarrassed and bent several times, and the pinched deformed body of the white cicada could not tell whether it was the carapace or the flesh of the cicada, and the gastropods stopped twitching, and a few limbs and feet were dropped.

In the middle of his hand, this mass of cicada corpses fell from Qin Yuelou's palm to the root of the Dream Tree.

It fell on the root system outside ***, popped open, and finally fell to the ground.

There was no more sound.

The sound of cicadas all around them also stopped, and then fell from the trunks of the trees one after another, as if they had lost their vitality.

The cicada corpses fell like raindrops, and each cicada corpse seemed to pull down a little curtain, tearing apart, tearing, and scattering the originally complete dream.

This is the collapse of the dream, and it is also the fall of the dream.

When most of the dream of this white cicada girl fell, another dream was revealed.

It's a vast land, but it's lifeless.

And in the center of the land, there is a candy house where every child's eyes will light up when they see it, and Qin Yuelou sat outside the candy house.

The dream world has not yet collapsed, Qin Yuelou beckoned, and then this white cicada dream was miniaturized into golden cicadas, which were contained in a simple sea bowl.

The golden cicada is not a golden cicada, it also has a more well-known name, that is, the monkey, which is a cicada that has not developed into an adult state.

The golden cicadas seem to have been fried in boiling oil, exuding the aroma of oil, and there is also a shiny reflection on the golden cicada's body.

Sprinkled with a little salt to enhance the flavor, and some other powder, Qin Yuelou twisted up a fried golden cicada and put it in his mouth.

The flesh and blood had long since lost its moisture, and the hard carapace had become brittle, and when chewed, it was not fragrant, but the powder was evenly stained on the shell of the fried golden cicada.

One red stew, one roast, one cucumber, one lime.

Suck on any remaining powder from your fingertips with each puff you put in.

It didn't take long for the fried food in this sea bowl to be eaten by Qin Yuelou.

The ability of the big dream master was revised by the cook Qin Yuelou to become his own dream world, and this one

The dream realm is theoretically unchanged, that is, Qin Yuelou can enter at will, but on the contrary, Qin Yuelou himself will no longer have those bizarre dreams.

Therefore, he fills and expands his own big dream realm by making other people's one-night dreams into food supplements.

This process is called dream-eating.

But if you eat dreams, you need to eliminate the dreamer, otherwise he will put the dreamer into a long sleep.

As Qin Yuelou's dream was finished, a little cicada chirped from the woods.

Then, in the slums, Qin Yuelou opened his eyes.

——

Then, in Shengjing City, a lady opened her eyes.

She sat up from the bed suddenly, sweating profusely, and the pain of pinching and exploding left over from the dream was still very clear, but when she went deep into the memory, she only felt that it was like a flying flower dream, without a root, without a trace.

It's just that the seemingly handsome face is still lingering in his mind, and it is difficult to contain it, and Yu Chi Wei has a fear of that handsome face.

But despite the fear, Yu Chiwei still had a deep yearning for that handsome face.

"Is this the person in the Immortal Dao? Or is it an evil way? Although the means of waking me up are terrible, but... He did wake me up from that cicada dream." Yu Chi Wei wiped her cold sweat and thought in her heart.

"Hmm, miss, what's wrong?" The personal maid lying next to her covered the spring light with a thin futon, and asked Yu Chi Wei in a daze.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can go back to sleep." Yu Chiwei patted the forehead of the maid of this year, and then gently stroked her forehead, her eyes full of pity.

"But I know that I have a good way of grinding mirrors, but I don't make cold accusations, and I don't point fingers... What a strange person, I'll have to find Ming'er." Wei Chi Wei secretly made up her mind in her heart.

She wanted to go back to sleep, but she was afraid of falling into that strange dream.

Looking at the sweet sleeping face of the lovely maid, she kissed her forehead, put on her clothes, walked out of the boudoir, and walked into the courtyard.

In this courtyard was planted a peach tree, which was planted by her father when her mother died of illness.

After all, it is not the flowering season, and the peach trees are only covered with lush branches and leaves, and there are no peach blossoms in full bloom.

Yu Chiwei had no impression of her biological mother, after all, she was still young when she died.

Just had a dream of turning into a cicada, she couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in her heart, and with a slight movement of lotus steps, she stood next to the peach tree and stroked the trunk.

But I heard an old sigh.

At a glance, it turned out to be a lame old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was dressed in tattered robes and half-leaned against the trunk of a tree.

"Little girl, can you ask your father not to cut down this peach tree?"

The old Taoist priest pleaded with Yu Chi Wei.

Yu Chiwei felt as if she was dazzled and rubbed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the old Taoist priest also disappeared.

Everything was like a dream.

——

Qin Yuelou was holding the literature on the analysis of dreams, which was quite strange.

The vast majority of people don't realize that they are dreaming when they dream, which is very normal, and at this time there is no control over dreams, only lucid dreams can be controlled, but this kind of lucid dreaming also needs to be practiced.

In the dream, I dreamed that I had become a white cicada, and I shouldn't have self-awareness, but the original owner of this dream would still ask for help, which is even more bizarre.

"If you think about it, it seems like a self-evolution of a dream, is it because I entered the dream, or is there something else around the girl's body?"

As he thought to himself, he closed one eye, and half of his face was awake, while the other half was sleeping.

Qin Yuelou was half-asleep and half-awake to the taste of the fried golden cicada, and along with the aftertaste of eating dreams, he also locked the place where the girl dreamed in the flesh.

"It's a very luxurious mansion, Wei Chi's family, it seems to be some kind of dignitary." The cook thought to himself.

Open your eyes

With a glance, Qin Yuelou got up and hung a sign outside the restaurant, on which a few crooked characters were written.

He doesn't practice calligraphy, so the characters are not as good as the ontology.

[Today's picking, going out to collect materials, breaking for a few days, next update. ] 】

After hanging up the sign, Qin Yuelou took advantage of the faint light to go towards Wei Chi's mansion.

This journey also came to the bright sky, the prosperity outside the slums is naturally like flowers, and the shouting and selling sound is repeatedly heard.

The water vapor emitted after the noodles are put into the soup pot is also white and vast like a mist; After the two fritters were put into the oil pan, they also made a puffing crackling sound; Xiao Er, who was holding the cage drawer, also panicked and delivered it to the tables of each diner early.

Qin Yuelou also sat down casually at a noodle stall, and the red dragon pattern behind him disappeared, just wearing a white chef's suit, and long black hair left to the waist, tied with a hairband at the root of the hair, like a high ponytail, and the bangs in the middle did not cover the eyes, which had the texture of air bangs.

The gentle chef who snorted the noodles in the beef soup also attracted the attention of the big girls and the little daughters-in-law.

The skin of this life can be regarded as a delicate appearance of pink carved jade, red lips and white teeth, but with the blessing of the bloodline of the double spirit monkey, this skin has also become handsome.

It's like the face you face when your phone screen goes black.

It's just that the chef is handsome and doesn't know it, and he is still a pure straight man of steel.

A certain girl boldly and deliberately passed by Qin Yuelou, pretending to accidentally twist her foot, and fell in front of Qin Yuelou.

But the cook was stunned, and half-asleep and half-awake was even more unaware of the attack other than malice, but instinctively threw down a few copper coins and stood up.

The girl also happened to fall on the stool, and fell on her back.

At this time, Qin Yuelou realized the girl's ugliness,

The girl looked at the cook's eyes, and couldn't help blushing, but her heart was a little happy, she felt that although such an embarrassing opening was not good enough, it was enough to impress people, so that she might be able to leave a certain place in the heart of the handsome boy in front of her, and she was looking for opportunities to contact more in the future.

That's what she thought.

But Qin Yuelou glanced at the girl's ugliness, and didn't say anything to help.

Instead, he laughed out loud and screamed.

"Why do you still have shit on your shoes? I didn't fall a dog and eat, hahahaha laughed at me."