I'm such an old god, so sorry

"why....."

Sinovide looked at Xiude, who was sitting in a chair with his legs calmly and reading a book, his tenacious mind wavered.

She couldn't understand why her spiritual barrier did not play a blocking role at all. It was obvious that her heart was so repulsive to the outside world, combined with the legacy of the nightmare curse, the thickness of Sinovide's spiritual barrier was beyond imagination.

It stands to reason that no matter how powerful a professional professional with spirituality is, they will not be able to enter their own door at will.

"Because it's boring here, I'll bring the book in and see if it's okay."

Xiu De shook his hand "The Legend of the Warriors of the North" and said.

Although Sinovide's spiritual barrier is exceptionally powerful, compared to the power of the Lord of Blue, any spiritual resistance is a cloud, and Xiu De is a bug that kicks away the hearts of others at will.

As for the book brought in by Xiude, it is naturally not a physical object. There is no physical object in the spiritual dimension. All matter is transformed by spiritual force. In reality, Xiude does hold this book, but only copies it in the spiritual dimension. After all, the technical power represented by copying an item in the spiritual dimension and manifesting an item out of thin air is very different.

I am embarrassed to use the level of spiritual power to cultivate morality.

Seeing Xiude continuing to read with gusto with Erlang's legs tilted, Sinovide was taken aback for a moment, and then said nothing, sitting quietly in front of the window to watch the scenery.

The quiet time passed a little bit, and the presence of someone other than herself in this mental world was still a very novel experience for Sinovide, so that her ashes-like mentality had some inexplicable waves. .

"Since you have constructed a paradise outside the castle of fear in the mental world, why not go out?"

Xiude didn't know when he finished reading the Legend of the Warriors of the North. This biography was not as narrative as he thought, so Xiude also turned two pages and put it down, walking behind Sinovide and said.

[Nightmare] Let alone the castle of fear created by Sinovide’s own will, this mental world created by Sinovide’s own will is very abnormal. It clearly builds a prosperous paradise scene in the outside world, but Sinovide’s owner of the world’s mental image The tortoise lives in the dilapidated and gloomy castle, and under Shude's exploration, the castle does not have any access to the outside world.

Said it is a prison, it is really a closed cage.

Everyone's mental world reflects their most real consciousness, so Xiude can't understand Shinoved's thoughts.

"...The outside world is very beautiful, yeah...but there is no place to accept me, no people to accept me, so I can only stay here and look outside..."

She seemed to trust Xiude a lot, the girl was no longer so silent, but put her forehead on the glass, said.

Even with the slowness of moral cultivation, one can perceive the great sadness in this sentence.

Sure enough, there is a story.

But since Sinovid didn't say it, and Xiude didn't ask, he was never a gossip, and he would not ask if others said it.

Sensing that Xiude, who was behind him, sat back again, Xinovide's heart suddenly felt at ease.

In the next few days, Xiude would take some time to enter the world of Shinowid’s mental images. In addition to routine guidance, he also discovered a benefit in the spiritual dimension, that is, his thinking has sped up a lot. I finally know why, knowing the threat of spiritual hunters, there are still many high-level mages who have established mental worlds in the spiritual dimension.

Cultivating with the spiritual body in the spiritual dimension is ten times faster than in reality. Anyone who is a little motivated will not give up such a treasure of the spiritual dimension.

Cultivation of virtue naturally does not require cultivation, but the increased speed of thinking is also of great benefit to the training of his mental power. It is necessary to know how much blue power can be used by the mortal body of moral cultivation. It depends on the intensity and precision of the spiritual power. degree.

As a result, the idiosyncratic moral cultivation in the past began to harden in the spiritual dimension.

From Sinoveld's perspective, it was that the cage that had imprisoned her for more than ten years was suddenly no longer lonely, and the girl had never felt so reassuring that there was someone around her before.

This kind of peace of mind is too extravagant for Sinoveld, as if someone on the verge of drowning suddenly inhales a big breath of oxygen, full of uncomfortable surprises.

"...So this pillow is for you."

Xiude handed a pure white little beast pillow to Sinovide. After he took this mental world as his own training room, he felt that the environment here was too miserable, and he wanted to prevent himself from suffering. The idea of ​​grievance, every time Xiude enters the spiritual dimension, some objects will be brought in. Now Shinowid’s mental world, at least in this room where Xiude is located, has been covered by various small objects. Full.

Sinovide took the gift from Xiude with his broken palm, and a faint sparkle flashed in the silent holy blue eyes. He placed the lovely pillow on his chest and said in a low voice after a while:

"Thank you....."

This was the first gift she received in a true sense.

However, for Xiude, giving out a small object condensed with spiritual power is just a daily exercise for Xiude. Without paying attention to it, he nodded casually and devoted himself to the exploration of the spiritual dimension.

While exercising while chatting with Sinovide without a word, I wasted time. Although the concept of time in the spiritual dimension is longer than the main plane, the difference is not big. It is impossible for Xiu De to be in Sinov all day. In Wei De's mental world, can't you still play chess?

So after a period of time, Xiude returned to real time and space.

"I am left alone..."

Seeing Xiude's departure, Sinovide's eyes felt a little bit of melancholy. I don't know when she has become accustomed to the existence of Xiude, and the loneliness and darkness that had been overcome have returned.

Holding the pillow in her arms tightly, the girl looked out the window and decided to withdraw from the spiritual dimension.

Yes, after the destruction of [Nightmare] Sinowid regained control of her mental world. She can naturally enter and leave the spiritual dimension at will, but compared to the real world that looks beautiful but extremely cruel to herself, Sinowid De prefers to stay in this self-constraining cage.

In the north, the capital of Itari, the corner of Agalon's palace.

Similar to the top floor of an exquisite black castle in Gothic style, the girl on a velvet bed in the bedroom slowly opened her eyes.

Chapter Fourteen: Such as pain in a dream

Sinoved’s room is impeccably luxurious no matter from which angle it is viewed. The swaying crystal lamp on the ceiling emits a mild yellowish light, and the brown walls exude a pleasant fragrance. The air seems to be Melted into sugar.

On the big bed enough for ten people to sleep together, the pink curtains hung down to create a hazy atmosphere. On the soft velvet mattress, the girl’s long hair like gold was scattered, neither white gold nor dark gold. It's really a shining hair color that flickers.

Wearing a black nightdress, the girl who looked like an orchid in the empty valley did not get up immediately after waking up. Instead, she stayed in bed reluctantly for a while like a normal girl before getting up and changing clothes unhurriedly.

Said it was changing clothes, but it was just putting a shawl over the delicate black nightdress.Sinowid looked out the window. It was early spring, and the frost that had condensed for a season gradually opened. The girl gently brushed off the hoarfrost with her hand and looked at Agallon outside.

The stars are dotted outside, and it is late at night.

Although the northern star is not as a city that never sleeps like the federal capital or religious gods in the south, the majestic mountains and vast temperament are enough to set off the magnificent prosperity of this ancient city.

Retracting his gaze, Sinoveld's curved eyelashes seemed to be frosted, blinking.

Although the castle she lives in is more luxurious and expensive than any palace. As the only princess of the empire, Sinovide owns the entire castle alone, but in her heart, the castle used to protect her is always An inescapable prison.

Although no one restricts her activities, this is still a prison.

With a soft sigh, Sinowid came to a corner of the room, where there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Under the soft light, the girl could clearly see the beauty in the mirror:

The smooth and dazzling golden long hair hangs down to the waist, the face is pale beauty, the emerald melancholy is hidden in the eyes, the beautiful nose line is a soft cherry red mouth, the girl's facial features are so perfect and delicate , Almost maddening.

The clavicle exposed in the nightdress is white and attractive, and the snow-white skin that can be broken by the blow is a little less bloody, but the more it is, the more people have an urge to embrace it with care.

The girl is like a touch of moonlight in the heart, as if a fairy tale book wrapped around thorns is hidden under the beautiful appearance, waiting to be read through the story.

Regardless of the size, appearance, temperament or origin, the girl named Sinowid is the top.

Sinovid has a normal aesthetic, and of course he knows how enviable the beauty of the girl in the mirror is, like a masterpiece of the creator.

A normal person can have one of them for a lifetime.