The air is just right, the sun is shining softly and warmly on the body, and the gentle wind is blowing the hair hanging down on the shoulders.
The weather is extremely pleasant.
But Xiliu himself couldn't feel comfortable.
She still doesn't know where this is? She didn't even know whether this was reality or a dream.
If it is a dream, it is too real. The cool feeling of the breeze passing through the fingertips, the height and height of the hair flying, and the light and shadow ravines covered by the floating clouds are absolutely among the dreams that Shiliu has had in the past. It is impossible to simulate such a detailed place. And most importantly, she can think deeply.
It looks like it is in reality, but it is only "like".
Because if she really said this was reality, she was a little hesitant. Because she couldn't sense a trace of energy, not only could she not sense magic in the wind, but she also had no sense of the thinking space, and even the ability to control the qualitative change of water had disappeared.
She is as weak as a mortal now, or in other words, she is simply a mortal now.
This situation is nothing like reality.
"If this is a dream, I should still be in my own dream." Xiliu thought to herself. If she was in a bright dream, she could change the illusion around her. Why not try to change the surrounding environment?
But in the end, Shiliu failed, she couldn't make any changes to her surroundings.
"Isn't this my dream? Could it really be reality? Or am I actually still fighting Onassis, and am I trapped in the illusion created by Onassis?" Shiliu's mind opened up and he began Think of the possibilities.
While Xiliu was thinking happily, there was a sudden sound of footsteps not far away.
Shiliu looked back suddenly.
But I saw a figure behind me. I don't know when he appeared, and he was slowly walking towards Xi Liu.
Without the perception of mental power, Xiliu could only see the outline of the visitor at first. It was not until he got closer that Xiliu noticed that the visitor was actually an acquaintance.
"Angel? Were you also dragged in by Onassis?" Not long ago, Shiliu was thinking about it, thinking that he might be in the illusion created by Onassis. When he saw Angel, he subconsciously said this out.
Angel: "...Huh?"
After Xiliu finished speaking, he covered his mouth: "I seemed confused just now. I mean, why are you here?"
Could it be that this is not Onassis's illusion, but an illusion created by Angel? Shiliu muttered softly. With Angel's ability, he should be able to create this illusion that shields her energy means.
Angel smiled: "Do you think this is an illusion?"
"Is not it?"
"Of course not." Angel shook his head: "This is a dream."
Xi Liu shook his head consciously. If this was a dream, it would be too real. It's not like a dream at all, and if this is a dream... "Are you a figment of my imagination?"
Shiliu lowered his head and muttered: "I obviously don't like Angel, so why do I think of him in my dreams? Could it be that he was influenced by Shan?"
Angel watched Xi Liu whispering to himself and couldn't help but press his swollen eyebrows. He hadn't noticed that Xi Liu had such a personality of talking to himself before? And he still talks to himself in front of others.
"You didn't dream about me, I brought you into my dream." Angel said.
Xi Liu looked at Angel suspiciously, she still didn't believe it.
Angel sighed and explained again: "I have learned some dream tricks. I directly built a dream bridge and brought you to my territory."
Seeing Angel's expression, Xiliu hesitated: "Is this really a dream?"
Then why is it so real? Her thinking is as clear as reality. It's completely different from her own dream. Is this a dream that can only be created by a formal wizard?
"Of course, this is the dreamland. What do you think of it?"
Xi Liu nodded: "If this is a dream, that would be great. It's rare for my thinking to be so clear..." In reality, due to physical reasons, even if she wakes up, there will be a period of sleepiness. After the sleepiness period, Only then will you be completely awake. Therefore, if she wants to have such clear thinking, she not only has to fight against her dreams, but also against physical difficulties, which is very rare.
"It would be great if I could always have such a dream." Xiliu sighed with emotion. Even though she had no power in this dream, her thinking was not limited, and she could think about many problems and waste time. Make up for it in your sleep.
Angel: "Perhaps your vision will come true soon."
Xiliu looked at Angel hesitantly. Although she did enjoy this kind of clear-thinking dream, she personally felt very awkward if she went to Angel's dream every day.
Angel didn't explain much. This was the Wilderness of Dreams. He brought Xiliu in just to see Xiliu's attitude.
Now it seems that the effect is quite good. Shiliu immediately discovered the difference between the wilderness of dreams and his own dreams.
As for the future, when the Wilderness of Dreams opens on a small scale, Angel will definitely leave a place for Xi. As a friend, he hopes that the Wilderness of Dreams can help Xiliu.
"I brought you to this dreamland this time because I actually want to ask you something." Angel said.
Xiliu looked at Angel, paused, and confirmed again: "Are you really Angel?"
"Of course, in reality, you are still in the medical room. Nausicaa, Shan and others are guarding you."
"I'm in the medical room? It seems that I did lose to Onassis." Shiliu pondered for a moment and asked: "Is my injury... very serious?"
"It's not serious, and there are no obvious injuries in your body." Angel shrugged, "That's why I came in to ask about your situation, what happened in the ring at that time, and why you obviously ate it before Potion, but suddenly fell asleep?"
"Actually, I am also confused." Shiliu pondered for a moment: "I found that as soon as I recalled the situation in the arena, my memory fragments disappeared rapidly..."
The situation Shiliu said is also consistent with the information Angel received from Sabo. Basically, people who fight Onassis will more or less lose the memory of that battle.
Shiliu paused: "However, maybe because this is a dream, the memory does not disappear quickly, but the memory about Onassis is slowly covered by a layer of dust. If you are really Angel, then It just so happens that you can record it for me before my memory is completely gone."
Shiliu recalled the scene at that time——
Onassis's face was blurred, but Shiliu remembered the other scenes in the ring.
Including the texture of the floor of the arena, the shouts of the surrounding audience, and the whispers that come with the wind...
Xiliu recalled the whole game by herself. She never found anything wrong. Only the whisper in the wind made her doubtful.
The whisper in the wind does not sound like human speech, but like a message blown by the wind.
This feeling is like a person walking alone in the street and smelling the fragrance of flowers when passing a courtyard. The wind blows through the garden in the courtyard, bringing out the fragrance, making the passerby unable to help but stop and reflect.
This was the case for Xi Liu at that time, but what the wind brought was not the fragrance of flowers, but a whisper.
The content of the whisper is one sentence——
"The earth is responsible for the growth of all things, the cycle of the sun and the moon indicates the change of time, the lighthouse represents the trough, and the stars represent the distance. The cold wind brings frost, and the flowing fire takes off its clothes."
"how about you?"
