When the feeling of suffocation and the oppressive atmosphere brought by the devil almost overwhelmed Moro Yelifu, Yi Cha suddenly stopped laughing, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and pressed her shoulder with the other.
"How is it?" he said.
It took a few seconds for Moroje River to realize that he was not talking to her. Because Icha said again: "How is it?"
He faced the darkness ahead. Moroje River looked in that direction. Nothing.
One second there was indeed nothing, and the next second, a golden light shone on her - a light coming from the door.
The huge unprepared pain pierced her through without mercy. Moroje River covered her face, arched her body, stumbled to one side and fell.
Out of the range of the golden blade, the unbearable pain still did not disappear.
A growl burst from her throat.
She heard a roar that was hardly her own. The nerve strings bounced loudly in my ears. The muscles were torn apart at the outer edges of the temples. She felt that many cracks were opening out of thin air in her body, and life was bursting out through the cracks.
White light illuminated the surroundings.
Moroje River fainted.
Incredibly, after the long dreamless desert, she actually had a dream. In the dream, a golden sheep licked her hand.
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A golden sheep licked her hand.
Moroje River opened her eyes and saw the devastated room again - only now did she recognize that this was the bedroom where the demon had temporarily lived.
Yi Cha was sitting unsteadily on a table opposite with only one leg left, and a large, ferocious-looking dog squatted at his feet.
Moroje River suddenly sat up, and before he could be surprised that he could do such an action, he took out the pulse clock.
"No need to look, it's ten o'clock in the evening. It will restart tomorrow." Yi Cha moved his fingers, and the tattered curtains were squeezed into a vertical strip.
It was half dark. This is the last night before the restart.
A bunch of questions were running through my mind. The first thing she felt was that her energy was almost completely restored.
Moroje River calmed down, put everything else behind, and tried to describe a simple dream. Dreamy energy flowed smoothly from her body, which surprised and pleased her.
But no dream came true.
After trying twice, the dream was broken between her eyebrows. She finally turned to check and asked, "Did I just dream?"
If she wasn't a dragon, it would be easy to think there was a pun here.
"Yeah." Yi Cha said lightly. And it seems like the answer is going to stop here. The golden sheep swung its tail and walked to his feet on the other side, like an obedient slave.
It would be difficult for Moroje River to be surprised by anything that happened, but when an idea came into her mind, she was still shocked.
She stood up and walked to the window.
The sparse giant spirits are blowing towards the sky like waves of tangible wind. There is a crater in the distance that is slowly sinking like a leaky lifebuoy. Every time the wind leaves, the sky gets darker.
"How will they be treated there?" Moroje River said as he looked at the giant spirits that were gradually leaving.
"It won't be better than you. It won't be worse than you." Yi Cha said.
Moroje River wanted to reject this answer from the bottom of her heart. After such a sentence with no focus or transition, she had to forcefully ask the question. Questions that must be asked.
"What happened just now?"
"If you were talking about something that happened to you between zero and three hours, the answer is: sleep."
"No. Just now. Golden light. Darkness. There." Moroje River stretched out his hand and touched the place where the golden light hit - there were no scars, lumps, or burns. "Tell me, you want to..." She hesitated for a few seconds before repeating that terrible request.
These few seconds gave Yi Cha a chance to interrupt her.
"Yes. This reminds me of—"
He seemed to have remembered something happy, and happily jumped down from the table and walked to the window. "I talked to Bolozir."
Moroje River frowned. "what are you saying?"
"I'm talking. I used the genie's precious gift to me - a chant to calm the green dragon's anger - albeit temporarily. But a little while of peace is enough."
Icha made a quick gesture. "I got the entirety of that song from him. By the way. We didn't fight. And I didn't kill him."
The demon talked to himself without any warning, his words were as weird and stiff as before, and he jumped from one topic to another like breaking a bird's egg. But Silver Dragon already has enough energy to face it.
"That song about the ancestor's dream?" Moro Yelifu cheered up, determined to listen to his detailed account of what happened.
"Gene Era"
Icha nodded approvingly.
"To be precise, we didn't know at that time that it must refer to the original ancestral dream choice. Because it is too simple and too common, even a young dragon like you knows it. Fortunately, the dream singer Boloz You confirmed this for me. By the way, it's called 'The Five Names of the Stars.'"
Moroje River did not answer, but Iza was very interested and continued:
“That is to say, in addition to the Triangle of Creation and the Lamp of Confusion, there are three kinds of ancestral dreams.
ah. Three. Anyway, the types and instances are pretty much the same for you. Because the ancestral dream is naturally unique. The names of the other three kinds of ancestral dreams are: nine aspects of division. If you are away from anger. Resent the singularity. "
"so."
"I also have a rough idea of what it's about. Thank you for not having the habit of playing word games - I sometimes prefer accuracy to being interesting... Sorry, off topic."
Yi Cha smiled. “In short, the name can reflect the content of the ancestor’s dream.
In this way, it is easy to understand why your ancestors chose the current two among the five kinds of ancestral dreams. Confusion and creation are the themes that are most suitable for dreams - and they sound more positive. From what I know about dragons, you prefer positive things. Am I right? "
"That's right."
"Good. That'll save you time doing an impromptu test here."
Yi Cha looked out the window, with a hint of happiness still on his face, and his mood was obviously too good. "As for why your ancestors concealed the existence of the remaining three types of dreams..."
"Maybe I just don't think it's necessary to mention it." Moroje River interrupted.
"So undisciplined?"
"We're not so fussy."
Yi Cha bared his teeth - he was truly smiling. "OK."
The sky became darker again, making the scene in front of me even more desolate and desolate. The joy of regaining her energy had faded from Moroje River's heart. In the silence, she listened to the devil's breathing and looked at his smile, and felt that the atmosphere was strange.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"Introduction. By the way, which dream do you like better? Choose from the 'Five Names of Stars'."
Yi Cha turned around, looking at her up and down with sharp eyes. Moro Yelifu's heart tightened.
She held onto the window sill and said with all her strength, "Why do you ask this?"
"Because your tendency is very important. You will become the dream you choose." Yi Cha said simply, "Now I can answer your question.
When you become a dream, you will become the messenger carrying Nesis. If you're compatible enough with him, you might even become an avatar - but from what I know about you, that's unlikely. "
