I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 543 Dreamworld
The next morning, Harry went to the mall to buy more than ten sets of the latest styles of children's clothes and dozens of sets of children's toys.

After lunch, she took Ivy and clothes and toys, and took the Archimedes airship to the depths of the Amazon rainforest.

"Harry, you have done a lot of things during this time!" The swamp monster said with emotion.

"My things are small things. Today I mainly come to see your daughter's budding. Look at these clothes and toys."

Harley signaled Ivy to move things out of the cabin, and stared at the child in Abidal's arms.

I was pregnant on December 12th last year, and at the end of November now, the baby is only two months old, and the baby is pink and cute, why do these blue eyes look a bit like Constantine?
——Ah, there is a successor to the Constantine family, and he can die in peace!

Harley muttered something strange in his heart, and then all his thoughts came together, and he began to carefully feel the elemental breath around the baby girl, as if there was a sea of ​​green surrounding her.

Magic talent is not weaker than Zatana.

But that's all, there are no other visions.

Putting a music box next to the baby, and playing a simple piece of music, Harley pulled the swamp monster aside, and asked directly: "What is the talent of the budding 'Holy Son'? I don't seem to sense it." Something special."

The swamp monster wrinkled his vegetable salad face, and said in distress: "We are also wondering, apart from the power of life, she doesn't seem to have the talent to calm the disorder of the elements."

"Did you ask Dr. Fate?" Harry asked.

The Swamp Thing nodded, "When Sprout was born, he was guarding the side. He said that this is a normal phenomenon. When Jesus reached adulthood, he was also an ordinary person. After death and resurrection, he became holy."

"Dr. Destiny is sure that Germination is the Holy Son? I always feel that the Holy Son shouldn't be so calm." She changed her words again, "It shouldn't be so calm."

She prefers to say "ordinary".

Compared with Zatana's talent, it is very powerful and rare, but it is far from the unique "Holy Son", and it is too short of the "traits" that can be seen at a glance.

Harry didn't know what the qualities were, but if the Holy Son had nothing special, why was it the Holy Son?
The swamp monster said displeased: "Sprout is not the Holy Son, who is it? From the winter solstice to the end of the Holy Son, Dr. Fate closely monitored the entire earth, and there was no second combination of nature and supernatural.

There is no union, so where is the Holy Son?
But the coming of the Son of God appeared on the stele of hell early, as the only combination of nature and supernatural, the germ must be the Son of God.

Even if her ability in the future does not reach the level of "calming the global elemental disorder" we expected, she will in fact occupy the position of the Holy Son, and no one can replace her. "

His tone was a bit aggressive, and Harry could understand it, since it was his daughter after all.

"Why is the stele of the coming of the Son drilled from the bottom of hell instead of somewhere else?" she asked.

"This is a trick of the City of Silver. If they wish, they can be buried in the Quinn Manor." The swamp monster said disapprovingly.

Harry stared, "You mean, someone in the City of Silver carved words on the stone tablet with a pen, then closed his eyes, and threw it wherever he could?"

The swamp monster frowned and said, "You didn't come to see Germination today, what do you want to say?"

"Of course I came to see Xiao Mengya, aren't we talking about her now?"

Harry thought about it, but still didn't express his guess about Dodo.

She is not worried that the Life Council and Dr. Fate will be unfavorable to Dodo.

As the swamp monster just said, once the Son of God is occupied, no one can replace it.

It's just that if the matter is publicized, it may affect her secretly "saving" Dodo.

Uh, she's not sure if Dodo needs to be rescued.

According to what sister Midnight said, Dodo was quite leisurely at the time and was not caught or tortured.

However, it is not ruled out that Dodo is being hunted by the devil, and she was not caught at that time.

There are too many uncertainties.

After chatting with the swamp monster for a while, Harley said goodbye and left.

That night, she went to the top of Indian Hill and dug the small graves of Blossoms.

Right next to the tomb, Harley used black magic to summon the undead from hell on the withered bones in the black stone box.

"ghost [email protected]Heart of Hell, in the name of the friend of Little Black Bean and the Duke of Heaven Mountain, I call out to you, bring this corpse of the dead to me! "

Ordinary dogs must not be able to summon souls, because their souls rarely enter heaven and hell, and their spirituality is insufficient.

But Dodo is different, it is clearly already in hell.

Wisps of black smoke, like living nematodes, drilled out of the ground and circled around the dead bones. The weak spatial fluctuations flickered and closed like blinking eyes, and the breath of depravity and evil permeated.

Harley was overjoyed, the source of hell responded to her, and found Dodo.

"Boom——" In the next moment, the flickering fluctuations, together with the power of the hell element wrapped in a mist, exploded together.

It was as if soap bubbles fell into a fire and disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

"Who stopped the summoning?" Harry frowned.

Then, she tried a few more times, and when there were spatial fluctuations, she still shouted: "Duoduo, Duodu, it's me, come back quickly, come back, Duodu, Duodu, it's me!"

It's like a mother with a child who has lost her soul, holding the child's little padded jacket, circling the dirt road in the village and shouting.

It's a pity that Dodo still didn't respond to her.

After returning to the meditation room and meditating for a long time, Harry thought of the people he could turn to for help.

Eventually, Harley thought of someone who was sure to help her.

Back in the bedroom, she wiped all over her body with a mixture of geranium and fennel essential oil, then took out a jar of blood-red ointment from the drawer, and drew a key-shaped rune on the center of her eyebrows—the name of Morpheus the Sandman. mark.

Putting on the mulberry silk pajamas, she lay on the bed in the most stretched posture.

"Morpheus, Monarch of Dreams, please allow me to enter your kingdom."

Just like counting sheep, she chanted this sentence and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Uh, Harley can't summon the Sandman to the world like summoning the swamp monster or the death of the second sister, because Murphys swore not long ago-he will never respond to any form of summoning in the future.

Being imprisoned naked for nearly a hundred years, that guy has a psychological shadow.

Harley fell asleep, but she was fully conscious, even more so than before she fell asleep.

The rune on her forehead was shining with a mysterious light.

She clearly perceives the whole process of consciousness entering the dream kingdom—it seems that the soul has escaped from the flesh shell and is lifted up by a group of colorful soft lights. The sky is not a roof, nor a dark starry sky, but purple blossoms. Black, gray, red clouds of various colors, each color gave her a different feeling.

For example, when she passed a pink cloud, she felt a sense of release.

"This is someone else's dream, Chunmeng!"

Harry suddenly realized, and looked around at various clouds, large and small, "These are all human dreams."

She floated and floated, and continued to rise.

She started hearing voices.

"Hee hee hee" has a clear laughter like a silver bell, echoing in the empty hall.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" there was a plaintive cry, as if crying in her arms.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" this time it's not the cry, but the whistle of the train.

Harry blinked, and a train really hit her: the head of the train was a pig's head, centipede legs were not wheels under the train floor, and the entire carriage of the train was occupied by a bald old lady.

After approaching her, the train quickly twisted into a strange castle running on two legs, and there was a human face on the castle.
Before she could be surprised, a mountain of rubbish fell from the top of her head, including broken violins, rusty scalpels, and half pieces of chalk.
There is also a sofa, a rice cooker, a doll without a head, a chipped kitchen knife, a job offer letter stained with vegetable soup, a piece of moldy bread, and an empty wine bottle
And rusty Lamborghinis, LV bags, unopened condoms, the latest Paradise Hills phone with a flickering puppy video.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"

Harry couldn't dodge in time, countless rubbish fell from her side, and hit her head and shoulders, causing pain and pain.

"I think."

"I want"

"I am determined"

With each piece of trash she came across, she could hear a faint sound.

"These are all dreams!" Harry suddenly realized, and then had a strange expression, "Why are dreams turned into rubbish?"

The garbage mountain came and went quickly, like a gust of wind, blowing past Harry.

Finally, she came to a spiral staircase suspended in the void.

Harry knew that she had come to the entrance of the Dreamland.

Without hesitation, she ran quickly down the stairs.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a thick shadow was cast in front of him.

Looking up, a Western-style stone castle blocked the way.

"Wow!" At the gate of the castle, there was a chubby green-skinned dinosaur roaring loudly at Harry and flapping its wings.
"Uh, it's not a dinosaur, it's a giant dragon." Harry was startled.

It looks exactly the same as the Thunder Lizard, except for a pair of two-meter-long fleshy wings above the front legs.

Harry wondered if this guy could fly.

"Ahh!" The green dragon saw the rune on her forehead, the fierce light in her eyes disappeared, and she turned to hit the door with her head.

"Who is it?" A middle-aged man shouted from inside the door, "Gregory?"

"Ahh!" Gregory the Green Dragon continued to slam the door, "Boom, boom, boom!"

Finally, the heavy iron-wrapped oak door opened a gap outward, and a strange-looking yellow-haired goatee stuck his head out.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Harley Quinn, your king's good friend."

"Imaika, you are the legendary witch Harley!" The goatee wearing small glasses jumped out of the door, staring at Harley with surprise, "You don't have three heads, six arms, blue face and fangs, the gap is too big gone."

"What gap?" Harry was pleased with his fame, but couldn't understand the goatee's reaction.

"I've seen you, but you're not as pretty and fresh as you are now."

"Where did you meet me?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"It's so terrifying in other people's dreams!"

Harry sighed, "How can a dream come true?"

"We're in a dream right now," said Goatee.

"Stop talking nonsense here, take me to meet your king!" Harry was not in the mood to chat with a guard.

As if aware of her attitude, the goatee raised his chest and his expression became arrogant, "This is my territory, and I am the first lord of the dreamland.

You can be allowed to pass through my territory, but I am not anyone's servant, and I will not lead the way for you. "

"Oh, so it's the lord, what's your name?" Harry asked curiously.

"You don't even know the owner of the mysterious house?" Goatee frowned.

"House of Mystery? I know about House of Mystery and House of Secret. The House of Secret is in the hands of the sage Orchid. The owner of the House of Mystery seems to be an old monster." Harry looked up at the castle ahead, "Your mysterious What is the relationship between the house and the moving castle in the wizarding world? The name is exactly the same."

"It seems that you really don't know much about dreams." Goatee opened the door and stretched out his hand as an invitation, "I am Cain, Abel's elder brother in the first legend in the world."

(End of this chapter)