A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Planning has never had a face-to-face confrontation with anyone since her debut. Even if she loses, the catastrophe will not fall on her head. Three years of loneliness are no less than a thousand swords to her who has not yet honed her heart Cut to pieces.

In particular, the passage of the dreamland that she attempted to tear open from the prison not only failed to bring more power, but slowly swept away the existing dreams in the prison.

The torches in the cell and the food for her to supplement her spirit all need dreams to maintain.

It's ridiculous to say that for a long time, the only belief that supported her to maintain consciousness turned out to be her hatred for Cloris.In the first [-] days, the planner conceived countless kinds of exquisite plans in her mind, which were false and obsequious with the girl; It was not a solution; in the third hundred days, she couldn't help but tried to "chisel" the dreamland channel that supplies the power of dreams; Due to his unnecessary consumption, he even lowered the brightness of the torches in the room.

But on the fifth hundred days, all the grievances and anger planned broke out. She thought that she was forgotten, that she would die in this damn dream for the rest of her life, so she used the little power of the dream to create a few monsters. A puppet of Cloris greeted this moment in endless hatred and venting.

It doesn't matter what big plan or wish is, she wants to die with the little bitch!

But when it came to an end, the planner found that what he wanted most was not to kill this girl, but to see the outside world.

For this reason, she forced herself to calm down, and only by surviving can she have hope.It's a pity that the endless fire of hell burns her, keeping herself and the dreamland always separated by a layer of barriers, otherwise, with this hatred alone, the planner can make grand wishes, even if she personally asks the dreamland Dreamland will pay a great price for providing one's own wish power——

stare.

The planner glared at Cloris fiercely.

Now, her hatred for the girl is her greatest source of strength, and she must maintain this hatred so as not to be crushed.

"Master, I wish to see the outside world."

The plan was full of hatred, but she had to let go of her posture. This contradiction between psychology and reality brought her great grievances, and her voice became choked up.

Cloris repaired the dream rift, looking for a channel that was not too different from her thought flow, and restored the dream supply to the cell.

There is a contract between her and the planner, and this basic supply must be met.

After doing all of this, Cloris looked at the plan with her white hair sticking like seaweed: "Look, this is not what I taught you. If you didn't want to escape from prison, how could you end up in this situation?"

Planning to hold back the urge to explode, her whole body tensed up, her fists were as hard as steel, but her voice was like cotton: "It's Vivian's fault, master."

"It's not impossible to let you go out to get some air, but what should I do if the wings of an unobedient slave become stiff after going out?" Cloris walked over, stretched out her hand and scratched Cheating's chin, seeing that the other party didn't respond, He raised his eyebrows sternly, "Huh?"

The root of her teeth was about to be bitten off, she struggled to stretch her chin, following Cloris' movements, unexpectedly, the girl was still dissatisfied: "What should a good dog do?"

Planning was taken aback, she opened her mouth, her voice trembling: "You, don't be too..."

"Good dog," Cloris said with a shadow on her face, looking down at her, "what should I do?"

The plan was like a rusty machine, every joint was creaking and spinning, she knelt on the ground stiffly, bent down in humiliation, and buried her lips on the girl's toes: "Woo... woof !"

Cloris grabbed the chain around Planner's neck, lifted her up and hugged her in her arms, stroked the wet white hair, and smiled unexpectedly: "Oh, I just want you to poop and it's over." , Vivian, you already have the self-consciousness to be a good dog!"

The planner stared at Cloris's smooth throat, and secretly bared his teeth, but after making gestures several times, he finally didn't dare to speak.

Those with great perseverance must endure what ordinary people cannot bear.

"Master..." Planner whispered, "Vivian wants to go out."

"Go out? But what if your wings are stiff and you want to fly away?"

"You can project your perception into the dream, even if you don't leave, Vivian wants to..." Feeling Cloris' pet-like gesture, she closed her eyes in pain, "Look outside..."

"What if I need you to do something for me?" Cloris asked.

"Magic contract, you can use the magic contract to add treaties, agree on rights and obligations," Vivian gritted her teeth, "As long as it is reasonable, Vivian will consider accepting it..."

"Oh? What Vivian means is that the master will also be unreasonable?"

"Vivian didn't mean that!" The planner said in a low voice, "I believe... a wise master can always make the right decision."

Cloris could hear that the planner was threatening her again.

What is wise, what is correct?

Grasp the measure and refrain from atrocities against slavery, this is the bottom line expressed by the implication of planning.The rights and obligations mentioned by Vivienne emphasize that the relationship between their master and servant is not unconditional obedience, but an agreed exchange of interests.

"Well," Cloris thought for a while, and she stretched out her hand to list an incomplete list, "We adopt a points system, but you can get the agreed points if you do something for me, and you, you can Exchange points for the above items," the girl said with a smile, "I will make it myself with the power of dreams."

She stuck the light screen to the wall.

The planner looked up, and there was a consumption list scrolling on it:

"Food Store", "Clothes Store", "Toy Store", "Movie Theater", "Prison Reform"...

She tried to open a food store, and the "Finger Licking Original Chicken" was listed at the top of the list. What kind of burger sundae and French fries were all high-calorie junk food.

The dream creation is the feedback of consciousness. Therefore, if the creation is the "high calorie" in Cloris' cognition, eating it in the dream will also bring corresponding effects.

But for planning, this is a delicacy that I haven't tasted for three years!

Cloris is not yet familiar with the control of dreams, otherwise she could build a dream that operates independently, and only need to hire one or two creatures from the dream to create an automated fried chicken production line.

Of course, the dreams that each dream walker can control are very limited, and usually no one is stupid enough to open a fried chicken shop.

"Finger-licking plain chicken, [-] points, what kind of dish is this?" Planning didn't choke anymore, she was really "hungry" now.

"Treat the prison as your own home," Cloris put her arm around the planner's armpit and stroked her chin. "Work hard, and you will be able to eat and dress warmly."

The planner asked subconsciously: "You won't prevaricate me with garbage with a degree of realism less than one percent?"

"Ok?"

"Thank you master, master... the best." The heart-wrenching plan shed a line of tears, and she asked, "How can I get points?"

"Here." Cloris made a stack of rice paper and a brush, "Every time you write a thousand sentences 'Vivienne is Master Cloris' good dog hook', when you put it into the scanning machine, if the handwriting You can earn a little points if you conform to the rules.”

"This kind of paper, this kind of pen?" The planner was full of resentment, "This is a water prison, what if the paper is dissolved by moisture!"

"Then write faster," said Cloris. "Also, there is a point for every hundred sheets of paper, and you will be charged for everything except this pile! If you have no objections, this treaty It will take effect first."

Planner held the pen tightly, and glanced at the rice paper placed on the wooden board.

At least this can be "self-reliant", without hurting dignity and begging for mercy from the little bitch.

After weighing repeatedly, the planner nodded and said, "I agree!"

The thoughts of the two resonated, and the invisible force of the magic contract reached an agreement between the two.

"What if I ruin the date?" Cloris asked suddenly.

"The contract will be loosened." After the contract took effect, the planner felt that he had the confidence to write again. In this way, even if Cloris was locked up for a long time, she could last longer, so her voice became cold again. "Are there other ways I can earn points?"

Cloris pointed to a tab on the light screen: "I will release commissions in it from time to time. If you accept and complete it, you can get the specified points inside."

The planner clicked on it and found that there was only one entrustment for the time being: to help the owner win five to one hundred thousand star dollars in the casino, and the reward was one point for each star dollar.

See you in the picture!

Definitely want to see it!

The planner finally understood the purpose of Cloris' visit this time.

Cloris approached the planner slyly, and whispered in her ear like a little devil: "Of course, in order to mobilize your enthusiasm for earning points, how about the rights exchange?"

"Power exchange...?"

Plan doubtful locations and open tabs——

"Call the master, one hundred thousand points each time."

"In the case of sealing all the power, every reality month has the opportunity to go out with the master one day, [-] million points."

"Independent rooms with privacy protection, 1000 million points per square meter."

"[-]% discount card for all products, [-] million points."

"Millions of movie exclusive members, 100 million points per month (under construction)"

"..."

What excites Vivian the most is the last item of the existing rights: "Release the magic contract, become a free man, a billion billion billion billion... points."

No, the numbers behind seem a bit too much.

Good guy, this little bitch is making cakes for her!

However, this undoubtedly gave life more hope, and it would not be as desperate as before.

Moreover, every time she goes out to breathe, she can accumulate more strength to resist!

"Every treaty can be written into the contract, it's permanent." Cloris persuasively said, "How about it, are you tempted?"

"..."

The planner didn't know how to respond.

If she is still free, she can create these illusory things at will, at best, it will consume more dream power.

But now, this is the "fairest" jump she can get for herself.

If you want to regain strength, you must work hard to earn points.

The planner asked: "Master, how many points do I need to relieve the fire of hell?"

"Oh, I haven't thought about this yet, don't be too ambitious, stupid, dog, dog."

After receiving such an answer, Planner pursed her lips, finally clicked on the only request, and chose to accept it. Her chest was stuffy with grievances, and she closed her eyes to prevent tears: "It's an honor to serve you, master."

Cloris tilted her head: "Wow?"

With tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, planning to vent all the fire in his throat: "Wow!!!"

When Cloris's consciousness returned to reality, she found that the hands of the watch had only passed 5 minutes.Suddenly, a pair of handprints tied with shackles appeared in the girl's pupils, and a white-haired woman shining like a galaxy appeared in her eyes.

However, since the planning is still in the form of a dream, and she is good at hiding, it is difficult for ordinary extraordinary people to detect her existence.

Curate voices of curiosity to communicate through consciousness: "Paradise? Cypress Leaf City?"

"Have you been here?"

"Humph."

If the planner doesn't answer, she has no obligation to answer.

Cloris said bluntly: "Switch to the good dog mode, one hundred points."

"..." Planning took a deep breath, "Reporting to Master, Vivienne has indeed been here."

"From now on, every sentence must end with Wang, you know?"

"Woo, woof!"

"Okay, good dog," Cloris smiled heartily under the mask of common people. No one would have thought that the owner of this plain dress had done such an evil thing just now, "use your [Gear of Destiny] ability, let us kill the Quartet!"

Although weak, it is still very easy to let the planner play a card for himself. Regardless of whether the opponent is a scammer or not, as long as there is no mysterious characteristic related to fate, it is pure nonsense to want to defeat the planner.

It's very simple logic, if you really can beat the master planner, you won't be the gang leader's younger brother in this kind of place.

On the card table No. 36, the gamblers are holding their breath, watching the croupier's waving movement. The sound of the dice shaking is like the most beautiful sound of nature in the world, and it is also like a magic sound from the abyss.

When the dice cup fell, before all the dust settled, the last wave of chips raised one after another.

"One, two, three, little!"

As the croupier opened the dice cup, there were cries, sighs, and laughter one after another.

The planner said: "It seems to be a matter of luck, but in fact, every experienced croupier can easily roll out his own points, almost without any tricks, purely by skill."

"Can ordinary people do it?"

"Hehe, even if the mysterious properties are not used, the transplantation of the spiritual vein symbol or the transformation of the potion will improve the perception of these croupiers to a level far superior to that of ordinary people," the planner dismissed, "but rubbish is rubbish, their technology and True power is nothing compared to it!"

A group of gamblers left angrily, and the croupier asked: "Are there any customers who want to make a fortune? This is a rare opportunity—"

"I'll try."

At this time, the croupier saw a woman in a long skirt, a top hat, and a bird's beak mask sitting down, and she put the chips on the table: "Twenty star dollars, small."

463. Cookie Man

On the top floor of the Baiye Building, in the huge office, floor-to-ceiling windows capture the low-lying scenery, and the aroma of baking tempts the taste buds. In the ancient Lingting where there are only stars and stars, the small man on the chair who can see the mountains is from Baiye City. The sun, his joy and sorrow determine the morning and evening of most debtors.

Alpers the Cookie Man, he had many nicknames in his early years, from Buttercream Sweetheart to Death-Dealing Dealer, from Baiye City Deputy to Creditor of the whole city, and in the end, he returned to the simple and elegant nickname ,Back to Basics.

"Dingling." The doorbell rang.

With snow-white skin and handsome appearance, Alpers, who was still able to capture the hearts of young girls in his thirties, pressed the button on the table, slowly opened the door, and walked into his subordinates in black suits and leather shoes.

The subordinate complained: "Boss, someone is messing around."

The comfortable swivel chair is still facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. A small paw grabs a piece of biscuit from the biscuit plate on the armrest, and dips it in the milk on the side. The aroma of milk, sugar and wheat slowly melts in the mouth.

Next to the desk is the open kitchen, where five big and three thick women are preparing exquisite snacks.