The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 431 Death Sleep

Hearing what Wuming said, Michaela lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"The right details?" Michaela said, "As you said, those are just minutiae. People won't care, and those who care can't find an outlet. I will also adjust for those people and make the world a better place." more realistic."

"As I said, your world is too happy. What you lack is pain." Wuming said, "I don't want to see others suffer, but just like me, there must be many people who are aware of the problem, even if they are not aware of it. Anyone who arrives will be enveloped in a sense of emptiness.”

Wuming said: "Pain can prove that life is still alive. If you strip away this, I'm afraid the prospect of this dream will not be optimistic. Let's get rid of the dream quickly before it has an indelible impact on the human soul and consciousness."

Wuming pointed at himself: "If nothing else, I have realized this. Do you plan to trap me in this infinite cage and let me live in it after I realize that this world is illusory? I It just feels like everything is meaningless. It would be too cruel to strip away the meaning of other people’s lives.”

"Idiot..." Michaela whispered.

"Ok?"

Michaela took a few steps back, left Wuming, leaned on the railing, and held her chest:

"I have been tortured and suffered for hundreds of years by the guy who longed for wounds. After the battle of epileptic fire, I am still a learner of the Golden Law. Will I not understand the relationship between pain and life?"

"In other people's world, pain has not disappeared. They will encounter difficult setbacks and painful experiences. But in the end they will get opportunities before collapse. They will gain a stronger will and a better future. Life will last forever. Full of challenges, always overwhelmed, always upward, no time to think about the reality and illusion of the world." Michaela whispered,

"You can have smooth sailing and no pain, just because... I can't bear to see you suffer anymore... Why don't you understand!"

"Understood, what do you understand?" Wuming scratched his head, "Maybe it's because I'm used to living a hard life. Wild boars can't eat fine chaff, so don't make things difficult for me. Let me out, and let the others out too. I'll return the favor." We have to do their business.”

"If you must suffer, I can give it to you." Michaela said, "If you can't believe the happiness I weave for you, I will move other people into your dream..."

"But the runes I earned are still fake." Wuming said.

"Why do you care so much about illusion and reality?" Michaela said, "If I don't treat you preferentially, can you really tell the world apart? Why can't you be sure that your original world is not an illusory world?"

Michaela grabbed Wuming's hand, and warmth was transferred to Wuming's palm: "These touches, this emotion...do you think they are false?"

Wuming felt the warmth on his fingertips, hesitated a little and said nothing.

"I know, you can't understand me." Michaela smiled miserably, "You can't understand the way I understand you, nor can you understand my route. I have already deeply understood it before we met and when I fought with you. Knowing you - you are the only one who has the possibility to break through destiny. If someone wants to become a king, you are the only one who is qualified."

"I'm not interested, I want to be a businessman." Wuming said, "If everyone is gone, how can I be a businessman?"

Nameless pulled out his hand:

"And you did let me discover it. If you could do it perfectly, we would naturally not have this kind of dispute. But now that I have discovered it, things are different."

"That's because I believe I can make you stay for happiness and let you miss this false happiness." Michaela said, "I hope... you can accept my choice."

"Obviously you failed to make me linger." Wuming looked at Mikaela, "Remove the dream."

Michaela bit her lower lip and pointed to Wuming's side: "Are you going to leave too?"

Wuming turned his head, and saw the sun warrior with a red feather bucket helmet standing beside him, greeting him in a friendly manner.

Gentleness showed in Wuming's eyes. He stared at the knight for a moment and said:

"Thank you for letting me see him again. But you are not the only one who has learned lessons from the epilepsy incident. The dead are the dead and cannot be reproduced by my own memory. Although this phantom is beautiful, it is To me, it's just a 'bug'."

Wuming turned around and no longer looked at the Bucket Helmet Knight:

"And in the dream, he had already brought me back to reality - back to my battlefield. Are you going to let me sink back in now?"

"There will be no more battlefields," Michaela said. "As long as you accept my method, there will be no more wars. This is the perfect ending."

Michaela said seriously:

"Isn't this Sun's ideal for people to be happy and live in peace and contentment? Why did you leave? Don't you realize that your behavior is essentially a desire for struggle and pain? Can you tell me what's wrong with my plan? ?”

"There's nothing wrong with it." Wuming said, "It's as beautiful as a painting."

"Then why not stay?"

"Let me out and I'll tell you."

Michaela clenched the hem of her skirt with her fingertips, struggling and hesitating.

Finally, it seemed that I had finally made up my mind.

Mikaela stepped forward quickly. In the dream controlled by Mikaela, Wuming was forced by Mikaela all the way to the tree wall of the room.

Michaela stretched out a hand to lean against the wall, restraining Wuming's helmet. Xinlong's legs stretched out and pressed against Wuming's crotch. A taller figure than Wuming stuck him on the wall, condescending and with elegant eyes. Diffuse golden light.

"I know that you will feel bored." Michaela said, "As I said, I know you very well, better than your employees. I know that you have a special constitution, slow sense of sight, weak sense of pain, and no sense of taste or smell. …The character of life is almost gone.”

Michaela stretched out her slender fingers on her other hand and traced them on Wuming's breastplate, sending a numbness and tingling sensation to Wuming's chest.

"I can understand that you would think that my world is illusory. After all, for people like you, only mission can maintain your will." Mikaela said, "But it is different in my world - I can give you those perceptions. I can give you those perceptions and the ability to perceive happiness that have been taken away from you long ago."

Michaela pushed Wuming's body gently.

As the world was spinning, Wuming fell down uncontrollably.

Wuming found that the holy tree had disappeared, and he was lying on a piece of green grass. Torina water lilies were densely covered around him, and the lavender mist blurred his vision.

A strangeness with a hint of familiarity rises from the tip of Wuming's nose and explodes in the taste buds.

Then a sense of pressure hit the body, along with a soft touch and a moist fragrance.

Michaela sat on Wuming's body, and the fragrant breath flowed into Wuming's nose along the light particles on her body.

"Smell, taste, touch... pain, tingling, pleasure, sense of fullness, fullness, soreness of muscles, mental replenishment brought by rest..." Michaela leaned forward, her soft face close to nameless.

The nameless armor seemed to be softened into a layer of foam. Michaela sank from the armor, half-embedded in Wuming's body, caressing the soft breastplate,

"Those activities of life, I will teach you this living corpse. Let me imitate the ritual of death sleep - feel, what is true happiness, what is a perfect world... When you know all this, you will agree mine."

Wuming lay on the ground with his eyes rolled up:

"Actually, when we first met, you touched me and you made me feel warm through the armor, which I thought was a bit interesting. However, do you want others to play with you and seek approval by giving them benefits? Only children use this trick. .”

Wuming lowered his eyes and looked at Michaela:

"Not bad, come on."

Wuming felt his stomach twitch suddenly, and a sharp sting came from his waist, overwhelming his senses.

The junction fell into silence again, and all the creatures were sleepwalking unconsciously. They returned to their safe rooms, replenished their strength, and lay down on the bed, with a peaceful smile on everyone's lips.

Only the two huge pillars standing upright in the sky, a golden tree trunk, and a flame tornado holding the sky, still maintain their own heat and vitality. The curling flames on the fire pillar spread far away, intertwined, merged, curled and rolled with the light from the golden tree trunks, and obscured each other.

On the green field, in the lavender mist, Michaela lay on her side in Wuming's arms, her thighs resting on Wuming's body, caressing Wuming's chest. A few strands of blond hair were wet with sweat and stuck to the reddish cheeks:

"How's it going? Do you feel it?"

"Not bad." Wuming said, "But..."

"But?" Michaela's expression froze.

"It is indeed good to regain the consciousness of the human body." Wuming said, "But I found that this is actually not as exciting as completing the mission when I had nothing. It is not as happy as when I died thousands of times and defeated a powerful enemy. Maybe it's like a water gun. The higher the pressure, the more powerful it is. But it's not as good as having all the senses. In short - "

Wu Mingzhen said: "I can't get enough of it!" Michaela was in a trance for a while, her flowing blond hair faded a little, and her figure became blurry, switching between the form of an immature boy and a silver-haired girl.

It took a while to stabilize.

Michaela held Wuming's shoulders:

"If you are not satisfied, I can customize it based on your preferences. What experience do you want?"

Mikaela's figure changed in a blur, turning into a sharp and handsome armor, a puppet, and a huge treasure chest with large branches and thin branches.

A muscular man wearing a red feather bucket helmet, a rune bear with a dragon heart on its chest, a giant octopus with intertwined roots...

Michaela's voice was a little unstable:

“What would cheer you up and take over your eternal and arduous mission?”

The nameless Michaela looked up:

"You don't have to bother."

Michaela's face turned pale: "Don't all the feelings in dreams excite you..."

"Excited..." Wuming said, "I'm actually quite excited now."

As he spoke, Wuming turned over, pressed Mikaela under him, pressed one knee on Mikaela's slender back, grasped his long hair from behind with his palms, and pressed it to the soil.

"Would this excite you?" Michaela said, "Yeah, maybe it would be easier to convince you if you were more proactive..."

"I've already given you a chance. Another way won't bring about more changes." Wuming said, "Michaela, do you know why I accepted your challenge?"

"This is not a challenge, I just want to make you aware-" Mikayla said.

"I understand the beauty of your world and agree with your choice." Wuming interrupted him, "You really convinced me that I have no personal experience, so I readily accepted your proposal. If I am really addicted to With your blessing, I will naturally lose to you and I won’t stop you.”

"You haven't won yet." Michaela twisted in the dirt, "I can also strengthen your senses..."

"The important point here is not winning or losing." Wuming clicked his tongue and shook his head, "I may lose, but I will not escape. After all, there is no point in escaping. The hidden weakness is still a weakness. If it is not resolved, sooner or later the enemy will use it to defeat me. I will not be like you now - become so cowardly."

"Cowardly?" Michaela's voice trembled.

"Aren't you cowardly? Look up and see what you look like now." Wuming lifted Mikaela's long hair, and a silver mirror appeared in front of the two of them.

Michaela raised her head and looked up from her white arms. Through her beautiful messy blond hair and clear eyes, she suddenly saw herself in the mirror.

In the mirror, lying in the dirt under the weight of Wuming's knees, was the ugly guy with dry and rotten hair, thick but twisted frame, and gray and ominous appearance.

Michaela screamed, the silver mirror shattered, and the entire grassland with the fragrance of birds and flowers also shattered, revealing the layers and piles of bloody corpses outside.

Wuming stood up, and Mikaela disappeared under him, no longer knowing where she was hiding.

"You told me many great and beautiful ideals." Wuming stood on the pile of corpses and raised his voice to the empty space, "But if you were really so magnanimous, you didn't have to hide it from me like that before. As a person, I have a sense of Very slow, but emotionally, maybe due to racial influence, I can make the right judgment - you are escaping, escaping from reality. Give everyone a happy cocoon room? Wrong, the cocoon will emerge, and you are just tying yourself up, It will never hatch! You are refusing to grow!"

Wuming felt the ground begin to shake violently, as if the whole world was roaring in despair.

Wuming chuckled.

He was indeed quite excited now, but not because of all kinds of physical pleasure. It's because this is Mikayla's home court.

This is a dream, and Wuming has also learned some techniques to control dreams, but in front of Mikaela, he must be doing what he does best. As if facing a terrifying giant beast, Wuming can only hold up his shield, swing his sword and roll——

"It's been a long time since I've encountered such a disparity in strength." Wuming's tone was cheerful, "My blood is boiling."

Wuming thought about being wrapped in a dream, how to defeat Michaela in his home court, find his weakness, and break through this heavy cocoon.

This is not difficult. From Wuming's point of view, Michaela's dream has quite a few flaws.

Just making a mirror shattered a large part of Michaela's dream. Wuming's guess was correct, Michaela actually...

"Are you actually afraid of facing reality?" The nameless language turned into a sharp blade and pierced out of Mikaela's dream, "With such an unstable mind, is the dream you constructed worthy of becoming a dreamland for people to sleep in? "

"That's not the case!" Michaela's horrified voice echoed on the blood pool, causing ripples, "You don't understand, I want to build a perfect world, I want to save my sister, save the weak..."

"Dream is a perfect world?" Wuming said, "Michaela, I don't know anything about the Golden Law now. Order brings chaos, what will perfection bring?"

"That's why I have to do this." Michaela appeared in front of Wuming, her blurry figure constantly switching between the handsome boy and the ugly corpse, shedding tears of blood, "We have been cursed by fate."

"My brother, my sister, we..." Michaela said, "We could have become a perfect family, creating a perfect era, no more oppression and war, a perfect world forever."

The tall and handsome prince and the girl with flowing red hair appeared on both sides of Michaela. In the next moment, they all turned into terrifying, ugly, non-human monsters.

"No matter what method I use, my brother will not be resurrected. And my sister..."

A kind of desperate blackness began to spread from the dream, spreading to Wuming's feet. The strong emotions and memories were poured into Wuming's mind, explaining his despair——

The young body is destined to be unable to complete the Holy Tree, while the grown body is as ugly and twisted as the Holy Tree. He explores the law in order to save his sister, but at the end of the law, he discovers that creating a perfect prosperous world and saving his sister are fundamentally contradictory to the law.

The cycle of life cannot be separated from corruption. In order to maintain the sacred tree, Mikaela could only watch his sister rot little by little. If you want to save your sister, you must give up the sacred tree and all the weak.

Michaela had been hesitating, so he gave the golden needle to Wuming, hoping that Wuming could break the unsolvable cruel fate. But fate fooled him again. Instead of bringing Wuming to Marlenia, he brought him to him.

"I want to reverse all this, what's wrong with me?" Michaela said loudly, "I didn't hurt anyone. In this world, my family can live happily. Everyone will be happy. Why stop me!"

The earth was torn apart, and Wuming fell into darkness, trapped in a whirlpool composed of dream fragments.

Everyone in the border area is sleeping soundly in a sweet dream, like a broken gorgeous silver mirror, each fragment is a world.

Wuming sighed as he fell: "I feel right, your temperature is only five."

Wuming was walking in the darkness, shouting to nothingness from a distance: "Let me out, and I will be able to show you the answer. After all, you may not believe it if it is just empty talk."

In the darkness, Michaela didn't answer.

"It seems I can only find the stepping stone myself." Wuming said.

He twisted and drew his sword, the light of the sword cut through the darkness and fell into the filth.

"There is excrement in front of me." Wuming judged what was under his feet and looked around.

This place was like a sewer, and the stench hit Wuming's nasal cavity like never before in his dream, making him nostalgic and feeling very fresh.

Wuming shouted loudly: "Mengge, come out and wash the floor!"

(End of this chapter)