"The number of Chaos Hell is six. Because the number of demons is six. We still don't know whether the number of angels is set to seven to be one more than them, or if the demons themselves want to be one less.
The number at the end of the path is ten, or two fives. One should definitely guess that the first world is one, but it is actually four. Once returned to the Yuhengzhe Garden.
The killing domain is zero. And the dream cradle is three.
Djinn, giants, dragons. In the dream, the cradle is called the indispensable three beings.
Giants and djinn hold up the entire plane. The dragon's work makes the dream make the cradle truly alive and integrated. Their relationship may not be harmonious, but they all understand that the three of them are equally necessary for their dreamland. "
——"A Comprehensive Guide to Nine Planes·Overview"
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This time Icha was prepared for the dream.
He doesn't have to rest every day. But after the first two days, one can't help but realize that although the dreamland of the dragon in the Cradle of Dreamers has been exhausted, it is still the place that is most likely to inspire dreams.
After falling into the darkness of sleep, he quietly waited for the dream to come.
To his surprise, it was Ke Qier who entered the dreamland this time - he appeared as a white luminous sphere, wandering closer from the distance in the consciousness space.
In this confusing and distorted situation, even a guy who has known each other for hundreds of years would look like a stranger, but Yi Cha recognized him immediately.
"Stop."
Yi Cha recognized the existence of Ke Qil. Then stop. I also tried to stay still.
The subconscious drives them - completely uncontrollably. Like two small balls on the river approaching involuntarily because of the waves.
"Don't come over here!"
Yicha simply shouted to Keqier's ball of light.
Dreams here are things tainted with reality. How can angels and demons' dreams be connected? The direction of their dreams should be completely different.
This dream will soon collapse under the extreme disharmony of consciousness... According to common sense, this is the case. But if that were the case, the dream should never have existed in the first place.
"It's me." Ke Qier's voice came softly.
"I know! Stop talking."
The cognition was consistent and connected, and Ke Qier showed his usual appearance. He raised a hand—much like a bad fisherman.
He threw up a white net.
Angel didn't want to discuss anything else. Icha understood what he meant. "This dream may not be safe, it may have ulterior motives, but I have something more important to tell you."
Yi Cha turned his attention back to the Internet. He knew what it was for.
It was thrown up and spread out quickly. The stretching speed was astonishingly fast, but the falling was extremely slow. It soon formed a perfect arch and took shape - like some kind of carefully processed roof, separated between them.
Immediately, many nodes on the grid began to emphasize themselves, expand, and flicker.
"You don't need to remind me..."
Scan through those grids to quickly memorize the location of all nodes and the information emitted in pulsations. I have to admit that angels are best at this kind of work that requires patience and organization. This website is well-annotated and clearly marked, just like a piece of clothing without seams. "...That's a good reminder."
Keqier clasped his hands. After this big net was finalized, their position had a fulcrum and no longer fluctuated.
"Check, be careful." He said sincerely, "The classification method is evil. The one without feathers is even more dangerous. We have no way to judge him yet."
The flashing nodes were slowly extinguishing. He didn't bother to argue with the angel about semantics, so he checked the mad note and said: "Of course. Why don't you come yourself? I have a plan and prepared a lot of things for you to do. Since you Know the key…”
"I know the key. My friend."
Yi Cha looked up suddenly.
"How did you know?"
The glowing web dimmed. As if he had caught the end of a fatal slipknot, the entire net flew into ashes-like specks of light in front of them.
"Why do you know? I didn't mention it in the letter."
Following this question, Yi Cha suddenly boarded a boat with strong wind and floated forward.
He stared at the white figure. There was no way he could mistake Ke Qier, right? This is too ridiculous. "What happened? Why didn't you come, and why did you know my plan?"
Kircher backed away slowly. But the distance between them continues to shorten.
"Let me think about it...what happened to you again? Don't tell me it was the library cleaning." Yicha used doubt to urge his consciousness forward, as fast as the wind, "Because of the source of order? Cupid? Or Sariel?"
"These are not important yet. Stop guessing. If you can't come, you can't come. I also have my own life." Ke Qier said.
Really weird. Yi Cha thought. This matter is unreasonable from the inside out. Everything is light and airy.
It was impossible for him to mistake Ke Qier. It was impossible for Ke Qier not to come and help him. Keqier's reasons simply don't hold water. The featherless are dangerous. Taxonomies are dangerous. He never disclosed the details of his plan to anyone. Planning possibilities are unpredictable. This dream is a red black rose, the impossible.
All that exists is doubt, misplacement, or wishful conjecture.
"Come." "Connect" cannot be used in dreams. He held out his hand.
"Well."
"catch me."
Yi Cha repeated those questions in his mind. The more questions he filled, the stronger his will, and the faster he walked in the dream.
"No." Ke Qier said slowly.
"Don't worry about so much. Come here! I'm going to pry open your brain and see who put the paste inside..."
This willingness temporarily surpassed everything else, and Yicha immediately flashed in front of Ke Qier.
He saw a teapot spinning far behind him.
He reached for Keqier. Not polite at all.
It's like catching a chicken. I must capture him like the bat-winged demon captured the rabbit. Yi Cha thought.
Sure enough, he immediately clamped Ke Qier's arm and pulled hard. The angel blinked blankly—not moving. He weighs tens of millions of pounds.
The weight of consciousness?
Is his consciousness so heavy?
No, something was clinging to him...that had to be it. The moment this thought flashed across his mind, he saw that there were indeed many winding strings on Ke Qil's body.
While he was pulling the angel back, the ropes entangled him like water plants, making him unable to move.
"Get rid of these by yourself! Where is your brain?" Yi Cha slammed Ke Qil's head - several times in a row. This desire was too strong.
Kezier blinked. Icha noticed that his eyes were unfocused.
"Don't forget that net," said the angel. "I can guarantee that it is error-free..."
"Who else knows?" Yi Cha gave up on pulling him back, freed up one hand, grabbed his collar and shook him. "Do they know?"
"No more. Uh. No more." Ke Qier said repeatedly, "To keep it a secret, I..."
"Okay." Yi Cha interrupted him. This is his angel friend, the real deal.
After coming into contact with the angel, the dream began to collapse from the corners. He wanted to ask one more question.
The dream collapsed.
no. It was he who woke up from his dream.
Someone's knocking on the door. woke him up.
Icha jumped to his feet. It's five o'clock in the morning. He sensed it immediately.
Who is at this time...
"Enter."
"I thought about it and thought I'd better come." Ke Qier walked in slowly. "Ah. Golden Sheep!"
