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Chapter 1415 NO.34: Xi: Big sister, I can't tolerate you like this

That would be great.

It's hard to break away from the trend of overly busy daily life. Compared with the short rest in dreams, which maximizes the rest efficiency but always easily leads to the unfolding of some red book, Omar is looking forward to a few days of ordinary healthy and comfortable sleep.

Qian is always busy and probably won't think of Sese, and Chena rarely takes the initiative to attack. Only a certain Ishamara always wants to start a team fight, but if it's just her, or if Chena is added, the demon will not be difficult to deal with.

This way you can imagine having a comfortable private space tonight!
In this way, one can't help but sigh that one has fallen into the clichés of human nature and has begun to become obsessed with the life of feasting, drinking and reveling every night that others dream of.

That night, when Omer was still reflecting on himself, thinking that this was a weak mentality with degraded purity, and that he had already failed to live up to his reputation as a veteran on the court—

He was ambushed by four women with very little cloth.

When all kinds of swimsuits appeared in the bedroom before the beach, the veteran player would not allow the devil to be nagging anymore.

One word, plus a close-up with a clear meaning.

Omar fought the right battle.

When I came to my senses, it was already stir-fried!
At this point, the protective mechanism after the secretion of dopamine is suppressed will urge Master Omer to remember the abnormal leave he took in the afternoon to go shopping.

And the illusory ambiguity at the end of that message.

I can even recall the thoughtful expression on Mi Yu's face when she touched Xiao Lu in her swimsuit, seemingly unconsciously yet doubtfully.

I remembered.jpg
I remembered everything now. It turns out that I am the demon consultant, not... It turns out that Ling had been planning to have a long-awaited round of reality battle, to have a wonderful start before looking for a teahouse.

Uh……

But in this case... isn't it bad for the child?

Perhaps because his thoughts at this stage were more divergent and emotional than usual, some incomprehensible ideas were flashing through Omar's mind.

For example, a drunkard goes to meet a little girl in his dream, acting like a kind and amiable sister next door, while his real body is still dotted with mess. This feeling... To put it seriously, it is a video conference with suits on the upper body and shorts on the lower body. If it is more informal, there are many derivatives.

Are they still chatting at this point?
Turning his head to look at the trio who all fell asleep in drowsiness + the best player of the game who fell asleep the earliest, Omar had a question.

Can the relationship between real sensory stimulation and the quality of dreams also be reflected in this kind of film?
In other words - will the reality that manipulates Ling's body react synchronously to her in the dream?
In theory, this kind of stimulation generally only affects the general direction of dreams. For example, when you sleepwalk with your head hanging on the edge of the pillow, or when you are about to fall to the ground, you are likely to dream of falling off a cliff.

There will be a very brief sensory synchronization, which can cause you to wake up immediately or return to the original dream content.

But for the immortal species with outstanding abilities, the constant alertness of this kind of existence will make the synchronization of senses inevitable, and Ling can even decide whether to wake up from the dream by herself. If she has something to do and must stay in the dream, no matter how stimulating the reality is, it will not wake her up.

Emmm...

The experimental spirit came up.

Even the desire for revenge that came from being squeezed in the dream and waking up to find that he was being eaten by wolves and whales came up.

But when he thought of the child in the teahouse opposite him, Trainer Linton became a little hesitant.

There is an angel in my heart... What angel? There is no angel. In my heart, there is a fight between Demon God ZERO and Emperor Geta (?).

No one knew who would win, and even if they won, no one knew what they would represent. In the end, Omer sighed and decided to leave such a prank... no, experiment until later.

This is not the way to seek excitement.

If you really want to play these games, you can use the deep immersion devices and real-life simulation devices that Bize and David talked about every day. There is no need to put your children at risk.

Trainer Omer doesn't even want to have the possibility of opening the door to a new world for the good kids, let alone expect the good kids to be shocked by the trainer's big future.

Therefore, Ling, who was still unaware that she was almost retaliated by Omar in their old play, only felt a brief moment of uneasiness fade away, and her secret topic guidance, which was carried out under the pretext of relaxing and adjusting, was also gradually going well.

"Can you let your sister take a look at the simulated city in the little teahouse?"

"…Does your sister want to see it?"

Compared to the ambiguous thing of a certain oil-faced guy, the little teahouse himself is always easy to talk to.

Even his bad boy behavior of secretly intercepting the trainer's dream appearance to embellish his own dreams and using it as a signal base station was admitted immediately once it was exposed.

As for the timid, aggrieved, and innocent girl who always seemed well-behaved on weekdays, she should have shown after her little secret was exposed...

That is probably a superficial phenomenon, which makes people think.

Perhaps she had been waiting for someone to discover her, and she even hoped that the discoverer would be Omar... The joy revealed in those light golden eyes did not reveal any trace of resistance or avoidance.

It was as if she had wanted to show people her favorite work for a long time.

"Yes, I really want to see how well you have restored the city of Omer."

Especially since he had recently done some small renovations to the scenery in his dream... Thinking of this, Ling couldn't help laughing, feeling sorry for himself for having such petty thoughts and what he was proud of in front of his children.

"The city..."

The tea host lowered his head and repeated in a low voice, then raised his head and drew his hand to the side, drawing a vortex in space:

"Then... Sister Ling, please come and take a look. Can you please not tell the trainer?"

"Well, let's see before we decide."

He took two steps forward and landed in the familiar vortex, finding himself in the familiar city with the teahouse. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the location he sensed.

“…How does it feel…?”

At first glance, she saw the obstruction of the buildings, but the urgent question from the girl next to her forced her to turn her head and take in the scenery, which was still just a fragment even though it imitated the vitality of the city. "It's restored quite well, but the vitality..." From bottom to top, Ling's eyes gradually rose from those tall buildings to the scattered stars in the night sky.

"It's understandable that there are some shortcomings. It's impossible to truly graft someone else's self onto yours. It's better to visit Omar's world more often."

"…But Sister Ling…you clearly know why this city exists, don't you?"

Under the dark night sky without stars, the city lights are as brilliant as a sea of ​​stars. However, these lights can hardly illuminate the girl's black clothes, and can't even see through her light golden eyes.

"How else would you know this place?"

"…You followed me while I was taking a nap in the afternoon, is that right?"

"I'm the one who's more sorry for not saying hello," Ling smiled at the other person's expressionless face, and her sweatshirt and trousers gradually changed into long shorts with hems reaching her ankles, completely covering her bamboo slips, "So you don't have to be polite to me, isn't that the truth?"

"…I will apologize to the trainer if necessary, but…there is no need to apologize to you."

"I'm not used to treating Omar's affairs as my own, so I want to say that this is the truth, but... I think this is still not good, right?"

He smiled and blinked. There was nothing at first, only a heavy-looking lamp appeared between his hands tied with bandages and gloves. The voice, which had turned soft and refreshing because of Omer, also changed a little bit towards the tough and heroic spirit of military life.

"Even according to the rules here, I should ask for an explanation for his privacy being invaded."

"It's you, little teahouse, who never really seemed to regard me as Omar's girlfriend. This really makes me sad."

"Your sister has never taken Tiankong seriously, and that makes me sad." The tea host indifferently allowed the other party to make this change in attire, but a pair of pistols appeared between his gloved hands and answered.

"Does this mean that this is just revenge against me, not disapproval of my relationship with Omer?"

"Who the trainer is with is none of my business." She raised her hand and looked behind her, and a ray of pale green light flashed down from the waning moon in the night sky, transforming into a pale green sword that would be extremely subtle if Omar saw it, but which he did not recognize, and stuck into the ground behind her.

"I knew that Teahouse was a good kid, but why did he keep arranging weapons to intimidate me like this?"

"Because Sister Ling hasn't answered me yet, can you please not tell the trainer?"

"I don't really care whether it's a secret or not," he smiled and shook the lamp stick on the ground. He even had the mood to take a sip from the wine gourd hanging on the other side, "but it shouldn't be my illusion, right?"

"Your expression and your gaze don't seem like you want me to keep it a secret."

"…but I also don't want you to go out and tell the trainers."

With his hands crossed, he removed the safety during the collision. His clean, neat and capable appearance fully demonstrated the result of asking the trainer for permission to sign up for a shooting improvement class.

At the same time, at the end of the lamp stick on the other side that was sticking into the ground, the winding blue lines extended silently.

"What a contradiction. It reminds me of a sister who gets tangled up in strange things."

"But she would never go to the extent of hitting her family members because of those entanglements."

"Because she's a good kid?"

boom!
The flames that burst out from the muzzles of the two guns almost simultaneously were surrounded by an inky ring-shaped trajectory, which made it easy for the two bullets to burst into fierce flames when they hit.

And from the second when the fire burst out, it was covered continuously.

BANG ...
The astonishing bullet capacity and the astonishing firing rate together formed a continuous sound curtain, easily covering up the second half of the tea seat's words: "But I'm not a good boy."

After saying that, she threw away the pair of guns that were still smoking from their muzzles, and held the moonlight sword with both hands in an extremely standard posture.

Swish!
The sword was not moonlight, but a halo as black as ink.

The moment of waving, it intersected with another figure, and that figure manifested the figure of another 'Manchester City Tea House', who was gathered by countless thick black fogs. He stared at the smoke that was cut by the sword light with somewhat helpless eyes.

“Not really.”

As expected by the teahouse, even though all the magazines were hit by explosive bullets, the sound of the opening was still stable, and it was even able to walk out again facing the blooming halo.

Your sister, who was surrounded by countless dragons and looked completely unharmed, with not even a speck of dust on her clothes, was still smiling at the two tea tables and said loudly:

"She just doesn't think she can beat him!"

Thanks to Omer's moral standards and self-control, Ling retained his dignity and style. Otherwise, you would have been so angry.
Of course, if he really can’t control his hands, he might have hand tremors for the next few months (x)

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Lame preview!

Tomorrow will be a failure!

But why is it so bad tomorrow!
I understand everything!

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By the way, I want to recommend a book by a friend! He told me that this book starts at a million words, I hope he can really do it.

Introduction below:
Once I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
I didn’t see the revolving lantern before I died, but I saw the gate to the underworld, but it seemed like I had taken the wrong road.

"What are you doing? Is this still the underworld?"

He stole all the secrets of heaven in the narrow space between life and death, became an immortal by refining his body with Taiyin, and knew everything in the realm of reincarnation.

"Your friend is preparing to disembodied his corpse and fight his way out of the underworld."

"Kids, I'm back"