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Chapter 847 NO.218: His unique ritual
It is often said that when a person lies down in extreme exhaustion, he will fall into a deep sleep.

There are no dreams in deep sleep, and your brain cells that are no longer active cannot create a shadow of information for you.

Then you will not have dreams.

But everyone also said that overexertion can easily lead to nightmares.

No matter what state they are in, brain cells will never go dormant in the true sense, and there will always be replacements who work normally.

Maybe you won't have a complete dream, but you will indeed have an inexplicable experience.

And when I woke up, I couldn’t remember clearly.

Only occasionally when an inexplicable sense of déjà vu hits, the fragments that are obscured by thick fog become somewhat clear.

You will find that you have indeed seen this scene, but not in reality, but in a dream that you cannot remember clearly.

In a dream like that, you can't even have a correct self-understanding.

It's as if he is someone else, or some kind of zombie-like person who has lost his heart.

Who am I?

——I won’t even ask this kind of question.

wow...

The boundless black water reached up to his waist as he advanced, but the young man who moved forward blindly did not care about this.

He trudged in the dim cave, his brown eyes reflected in the fluorescent material on the rock walls.

Those eyes were not bright, nor could they be said to be cloudy. It was just that the direction they were facing was dark, making the whole pair of eyes appear dim.

He moved towards the darkness, each step with great difficulty, as if because of the water under him or the shroud swaying behind him.

The shroud, which seemed to be one piece, but only covered his lower body, was made of a large area of ​​black and a small area of ​​silver, giving it the texture of plastic and metal.

Large swaths of black floated on the pitch-black water, making the silver on the cheeks and temples and the small patches of dull yellow and blue more eye-catching.

Striking enough to frame a wizened face.

The water floating behind him was swaying and seemed to be pulling hard, unwilling to be led by the young man into the darkness.

But the young man did not abandon it.

Although he didn't look back, he didn't feel that the shroud that was below his waist and floating behind his waist was in the way. He just walked persistently in the stagnant water, trying to get into the area where even the fluorescent moss didn't want to get close. of dark depths.

This is a long journey, long, boring, silent, and filled with an endless air of death, as if we are entering the entrance to the underworld.

But the end point is not the other side of the dead, but a dark abyss.

Facing the abyss, his dark eyes showed a little glimmer of light.

A dark red light lit up from the end where the figure was retreating.

Carrying a fiery wave, it gradually filled the entire space. Suddenly, the rock wall collapsed and the entire space was crumbling.

What's more, the dragon girl, who had finally arrived in this chaotic thinking space without affecting the opponent's spirit, witnessed the disintegration of the space as soon as she arrived, and the pillar of red heat rising from the radiating flames. Passed vertical pupils.

"...Well, it's just that I underestimated you."

First stunned, then relieved, she hurried over and smiled freely, allowing the cracks in the space to spread and turn into fragments that shattered and disappeared.

After she disappeared, the black-haired Ma Niang arrived in the same hurry.

The dream node at this time was already empty.

There wasn't even a place to stay.

Are you late... A pair of eyes that glowed golden in the darkness were full of worry and sadness.

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"...Am I wrong...?"

Opening his eyes, his vision had switched to confirm the familiar ceiling with the lamp. Omo stayed there for a few seconds. He felt a little pain in his neck and his shoulder. He was a little confused, but he still turned on the bedside lamp belatedly.

Then he stood up and looked down at his plain patterned quilt.

He vaguely remembered that he had had a long, boring, and lifeless dream. In the dream, there were corpses making insignificant questions and obstacles, which could not make a clear and profound impression on him.

But it seems that only at the end, I saw a familiar touch of blue.

It must be an illusion. Ling shouldn't be so bored that he never misses every issue in his dream. "What did you see wrong?"

"..."

Turning to look at the dragon girl sitting on the swivel chair in front of the computer desk, Omer was silent for a long time, and then said, "Good morning."

"Good morning, good morning," he no longer played the staring game, but put his hands on the seat assistant, relying on the tail rotation command of the seat, and replied briskly, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Obviously why you're in my bedroom."

"I was supposed to stay in a dream, but the dream was ruined and I was squeezed out." When she said this, she stopped spinning with the tail brake and shrugged, "But I just arrived, after all, you are This is a dream, the walls are really thick."

"The walls are thick enough?" Omer frowned.

This light sentence triggered some common sense he had learned in high school.

It would be okay if you did it deliberately, but a dream in which you subconsciously reject everything is not a good sign for the person involved.

"Yeah, if it weren't for such a thick and sharp barrier, I wouldn't have to rush to take a look, but fortunately it was all a false alarm," Ling happily shook her wine gourd that never left her body and raised it. Just say, "Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened..." He subconsciously turned his gaze to the card box on the bedside.

There have been many things that can cause mental stimulation recently, but if we really want to rule them out, there is only one main suspect.

It happens that Mefilas is also the most comfortable one all the time... Is this considered a good swimmer?
Maybe he was a little too relaxed... He raised his hand and twisted the bridge of his nose. He looked at the computer table again and was about to speak, but saw that there was nothing there.

"make?"

He looked around to no avail.

Immediately, a mage's hand pulled the revolving chair to the bedside, touched his chin and looked at the concave outline of the chair's cushion.

The difference in hip circumference was not an illusion... He came to the conclusion and pushed the swivel chair back with the hand of the mage. He felt that he had forgotten something. After staying for two seconds, he remembered to lower his head and look at himself... but he was dressed properly. shirt.

But I usually take them off... Well, it was Akane who sent me to the bedroom...

He recalled those vague conversations before going to bed. It was not difficult to guess why he was in the bedroom now, and he also understood why his shoulders, jio, and jio's ankles were a little painful.

Imagine that a girl who is over 1.5 meters tall is carrying or mopping the floor, taking a boy who is over 1.8 meters tall, to walk up the narrow wooden stairs. There is even a need to turn at the end of the stairs...

what……

When he thought about that scene, Omo felt that he didn't have any pain all over his body, even though Miss Akane was very Asashi.

And...it is indeed right to urge her to exercise and lose weight!
Being able to carry her own weight proves that Miss Akane's growth is not only reflected in her height... although it may be that she is assisted by her telekinesis, which has little room to use...

Let's just pretend she's useless... Omo activated the terminal. His original intention was to take a look at the time, but he also saw a sudden message:
[Deep Coffee:...Trainer, are you okay?

Have you ever...had any bad dreams? 】

"..."

What to say?
Although it didn't feel like a nightmare, looking back now, I can also realize that the difference in my mental state at that time was so bad that two dream observers came at the same time, and there was an atmosphere that I needed to be rescued.

But he really didn't feel anything himself.

On the contrary, Linghe Teahouse came one after the other, giving him a subtle feeling as if he had two dream guardians.

[Crooked Snake: No, I woke up refreshed, but you probably didn't get enough sleep, right?

Go back to sleep]

Recalling the original purpose, a glance at the time: AM6:50
It's a little early, but I also fell into coma early last night. Calculating, I can get thirteen or four hours of sleep, which is completely enough.

It's time to get up, and prepare a few of Akane's favorite pastries in advance as a thank you. This process itself can also serve as a short respite.

And after that...

Once again, he looked at the card box on the bedside table, and the hand he extended was crisp and steady.

Today we still need the appearance of Mephilas.

There will also be a place for Mephilas in that darkness.

At the end of the water filled with death is the fiery abyss, which re-energizes it.

Also let him live again.

(End of this chapter)