Author: Going to Winter

When the sense of suffocation and the oppressive atmosphere brought by the devil almost overwhelmed Moro Yelifu, Yicha 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 looked toward the darkness ahead. Moroje River looked in that direction. There was 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.

After leaving the range of the golden blade, the unbearable pain still did not disappear.

A roar burst from her throat.

She heard the roar, and the voice was hardly her own. The nerve strings bounced loudly by her ears. The muscles were torn apart around the temples. She felt that many cracks were opened out of thin air in her body, and life was pouring out through the cracks.

burst.

White light illuminates the surroundings.

Moroje River fainted.

Incredibly, after a 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 devil 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 took out the pulse clock without having time to be surprised that he could do such an action.

"No need to read, 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's half dark. This is the last night before restarting.

A bunch of questions were running through her 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. The dreamy energy flowed out of her body smoothly, which surprised and gratified 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 in an understatement, and seemed to be planning to stop here. The golden sheep swung its tail and walked to his feet on the other side, like an obedient slave.

It was hard 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 giants were blowing towards the sky like gusts of tangible wind. There was a crater in the distance like a leaky lifebuoy, slowly sinking. Every time the wind left, the sky became darker.

"How will they be treated there?" Moroje River said as he looked at the giant spirits that were gradually leaving.

"I won't be better than you. I 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 that question. A question that had to 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. The 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..." Repeat

That terrible request, she still hesitated for a few seconds.

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 Bolozier."

Moroje River frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking. I used the precious gift given to me by the djinn - a chant to resolve the anger of the green dragon - although it was temporary. But a short while of peace is enough."

Icha made a quick gesture. "I got the entire content of that song from him. By the way, we didn't fight. I didn't kill him either."

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 the silver dragon already had enough energy to face it.

"That song about the ancestor's dream?" Morojerifu cheered up, determined to listen to him explain what happened.

Yi Cha 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 helped me confirm this. 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 examples are almost the same to you. Because the ancestral dream is naturally unique. The names of the other three ancestral dreams are: Nine Faces of Cutting, Ruo Li Wrath Land, and the Singular Point of Resentment."

"so."

"I also have a general understanding of the content. Thank you for not having the habit of playing word games - compared to being interesting, I sometimes prefer accuracy... 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 these 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. Based on my understanding of giants,

In terms of understanding dragons, you prefer positive things. Am I right?"

"That's right."

"Very good. That will save you the time of doing a temporary 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 the existence of the remaining three kinds of dreams was concealed by your ancestors..."

"Maybe I just feel there is no need to mention it." Moroje River interrupted.

"So undisciplined?"

"We're not so fussy about it."

Yi Cha bared his teeth - he was truly smiling. "Okay."

The sky became darker again, making the scene before her even more desolate and desolate. The joy of rejuvenating her spirit 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 and looked her up and down with sharp eyes. Moro Yelifu's heart tightened.

She held on to 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.

After you become a dream, you will become the messenger carrying Nesis. If you are compatible enough with him, you may even become an incarnation - but based on what I know about you, this possibility is unlikely."
Chapter completed!