Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 663 In the dream
The Emerald Dream is not all green, nor is most of it green. This is far from the natural sacred place that Lyle thought, but it meets his expectations in an abnormal direction.The blue soil, red trees, and deep purple rivers turn into a gradient from purple to red at the diversion position, and there are palm-sized iridescent bubbles in the air, staying on the smooth-skinned tree trunks.With Suzanne's permission, the bubble was lightly touched, and the bubble burst easily, and glittering gold powder floated down from the inside. The powder fell to the ground, and a maple-red long-eared rabbit grew out of the ground, jumping and running opened.

"It's amazing, at least I wouldn't dream of these things in my dreams."

Suzanne stood beside Lyle, her tall body pierced countless bubbles as she moved, the scene was like a rain of small animals, civet cats, squirrels and koalas clinging to the Elf Consul, screaming lazily or joyfully Voice.

A moan sounded in the wind, the temperature dropped sharply, and dark blue transparent arms appeared in the air. These ghost-like arms held the plush ball hanging on Susanna's body, pulled it down gently, and placed it in the grass.Several pairs of close hands grabbed Nia's curious tentacles, tore off Lyle's collar, and stuffed the tentacles back.

"Of course you can't think of these, because normal people's thinking is not so bizarre. This is a dream scene that is not bound by morality and logic. This is the dream area of ​​Ira Songen. The Emerald Dream is a collection of dreams. It is jointly managed by the dream druids, each responsible for a different area. The connection with the real world is linear, sleeping in the crypts of the dream druids, your consciousness will also come to the corresponding area of ​​the emerald dream.”

Lyle watched as the dark blue arms finished their work, some disappeared and some remained to wrestle with Nia, so numerous that it looked as if Lyle had hands all over him.

"But I remember we slept in your crypt."

"Do you think that Irason will have her own independent crypt? Her Majesty the Queen whose private bedroom is only allocated to a tree house. We share this crypt."

"Isn't it the use of power for personal gain? I am very suspicious of why Ira Songen only got a tree house. I thought she was hated by the dream elves, but now it seems that the dream elves still respect her..." Lyle stared suspiciously Suzanne's back, tall and tall, kept getting smaller and smaller in his eyes.

"Boy, are you itching too fast?!" Suzanne yelled angrily just now, and the dark blue arms around Lyle clenched their fists together, and five or six grabbed Lyle's collar and lifted him up. , the rest were gearing up, and some were gesturing with their fists on Lyle's forehead in protest.

"Sorry...sorry." It turned out that the parts of these dark blue arms were imagined by Susanna, no wonder the style was different from the surrounding environment.

Suzanne led Lyle to the other side of Irason's dream, and the scenery along the way was changing, from a forest of different colors to a steel city, to an indeterminate energy city, to a water bed, to a diamond desert.Every scene switch will cause eye fatigue and discomfort to light changes, which is enough to reflect the instability of the world in Erasong's brain. Her brain seems to be partitioned and not connected to each other.Lyle also gradually understood the reason why Mr. Prime Minister did not suggest him to enter the dream of the green dragon priest. For himself at that time, this dream experience was no less than a mental breakdown.

For these chaotic scenes, Suzanne gave detailed introductions.

"The miraculous ideas that Ilan generates every moment are preserved here, and I have preserved them all because they are very memorable."

Lyle was not actually curious, but Susanna's excitement surged around her, and there was a warm and sunny atmosphere around the Iron Lady. Under such exaggeration, Lyle could only bite the bullet and find some targets.

"That giant icing-coated colander is..."

"Ah, that's Yilan's work. At that time, she didn't know how to add spices to cooking. She mistakenly thought that the food became delicious because of some magical kitchen utensils...such as salt kitchen knife, sugar colander, spicy pot and so on."

Lyle pointed to the other side, "What about this, it looks like a moving oil painting splashed in the sky, is it a human figure or a big tree with split roots?"

"That was also Elan's dream. In those few days, she was struggling with the meaning of the existence of abstract painters. What would happen to us if the Creator who created the world changed to abstract painting?"

Dreams are not all predictions or reminders of reality, some are meaningless extensions or conjectures that appear out of thin air, which means that life is not all specific enough to be measured, and at least some of the things that can think cannot be interpreted by data. This is probably the result of everything originating from chaos.

Soon the architectural style of the dreamland changed to another one. Lyle looked at everything around him with a teasing smile on his face.

"This area is all Irathorn's fantasy, isn't it?"

"……right!"

"Is this huge sculpture of the green dragon priest lying on her side also her own imagination? Imagine yourself sleeping?"

"...Yes, this is one of Elayne's fantasies."

"Then she also imagined this loli-shaped Yila Songen to reminisce about her childhood?"

"……Uh-huh."

Lyle looked at the next one, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was amazed.The moonlight shines behind the veil, the lady with closed eyes is sleeping in the moonlight, the white veil is dotted with hazy light like stars, the mercy of the gods and the beauty of women are integrated into one, and the huge bouquet she holds falls down The petals, the slightly forward body seems to be greeting, and it seems to be telling the scene of some solemn oath.

The momentum of this fantasy was so strong that Lyle felt that he was talking about something, and Susannah would definitely go berserk.

Skipping over this one, Lyle noticed the next figure similar to Ira Songn, she stood in place, looked at Lyle, her shining eyes seemed to be able to speak, and the meaning of joy was ready to come out.

This problem does not seem to be big.

"Irason's life-sized doll, apart from the sense of reality, is not abnormal. Ms. Suzanne, is this also Irason's fantasy?"

"Not this one."

Lyle's eyes curled into crescents, and he let out a loud exclamation, pointing to Susannah with a triumphant look of insight.

"Finally I can't find the reason. You are a fan of Ira Song En, and you finally don't hide it. This puppet and this area are actually your fantasy!"

"This is Claudia, you idiot."

Lyle's body trembled, watching the "doll" in front of him come to life, and the original joy of seeing an acquaintance was replaced by gloom.There was a smile on the green dragon's face, but the twitching corners of his mouth made the smile terrifying.

"Long time no see, Brother Lyle."

"You are very good at making us angry, just like before, dear Mr. Dragon King Priest."

(End of this chapter)