The Emerald Dream is not all green, nor is it mostly green. This is far from the natural holy land that Lyle thought, but it meets his expectations in an abnormal direction. The blue soil, red trees, and deep purple rivers turned into gradient colors from purple to red at the diversion position. The air is preserved in the palm-sized rainbow bubbles, staying on the smooth trunk of the skin. With Susanna's permission, the bubbles easily shattered, and glittering gold powder floated down from the inside. The powder fell to the ground, and a maple-red long-eared rabbit grew from the ground, jumping away.

"It's amazing, at least I wouldn't dream of these things."

Susanna stood beside Lyle, her tall body poked countless bubbles as she moved. The scene was like a rain of animals. The raccoon, squirrel and koala were slapped on the elf consul, making a scream of laziness or joy.

A moan sounded in the wind, the temperature dropped sharply, and the dark blue transparent arms appeared in the air. These ghostly arms held the fluffy ball hanging on Susanna, gently pulled it down, and placed it in the grass. Several close palms grabbed Niya's curious tentacles, pulled open Lyle's collar, and stuffed the tentacles back.

"Of course you can't think of these, because the thinking of normal people is not so bizarre. This is a dream scene that is not bound by morality and logic. This is the dream area of ​​Erazonen. The Emerald Dream is a collection of dreams, managed by the dream druids, each responsible for different areas. The connection here is linear. When sleeping in the crypts of each dream druid, your consciousness will also descend in the corresponding area of ​​the Emerald Dream."

Lyle watched the dark blue arms complete the work, some disappeared, and some stayed to fight with Niya, because of the complexity, and it looked like Lyle was covered with hands.

"But I remember we were sleeping in your crypt."

"Do you think Erazon will have his own independent crypt? The Queen, whose private bedroom is only divided into a tree house. We share this crypt."

"Didn't you use your power for personal gain? I doubt why Erra Songen only got a tree house. I used to think she was hated by the Dream Elf, but now it seems that the Dream Elf still respects her..." Lyle stared at Susanna's back suspiciously, and his tall back kept insignificant in his eyes.

"Boy, are you itchy too quickly?!" Susanna's angrily scolding just sounded, and the dark blue arms surrounding Layer clenched their fists together. Five or six people grabbed Layer's collar and lifted him up. The rest were rubbing their fists and some were still demonstrating on Layer's forehead.

"Sorry...sorry." It turns out that the parts of these dark blue arms are fantasy of Susanna, no wonder the style is different from the surrounding environment.

Susanna led Lair to the other side of Errasongen's dream. The scenery along the way was changing, from a strange forest to a steel city, to a vague and uncertain energy city, to a water bed, to a diamond desert. Every scene switch would cause eye fatigue and discomfort with light changes, which was enough to reflect the instability of Errasongen's brain world. Her brain seemed to be divided and not related to each other. Leir also gradually understood the reason why Mr. Academician did not propose that he enter the Green Dragon Priest's dream. For himself at that time, this dream-entry experience was no less than a mental collapse.

Susanna has carefully introduced these chaotic scenes.

"I have preserved all the magical ideas that I have created every moment in Yilan because they are very commemorative.

Lyle was not actually curious, but Susanna's excitement surged around her, and a warm sunny atmosphere lingered around the Iron Lady. Under such a rendering, Lyle could only grit her teeth and find some targets.

"That huge colander like a frosting is..."

"Ah, that's Yilan's work. At that time, she didn't add seasoning to cook. She mistakenly thought that the food became delicious because of some magical kitchen utensils... like salt kitchen knives, sugar colanders, spicy pots, etc."

Lyle pointed to the other side, "What about this, like a moving oil painting splashed in the sky, is it a human figure or a big tree with a slit at the root?"

"That was also Yilan's dream. She was struggling with the meaning of the existence of abstract painters in those days. If the creator who created the world changed to learn abstract painting, what would we become."

Dreams are not all foreshadowing or reminder of reality. Some are meaningless extensions or imaginations that appear out of thin air. It means that life is not all concrete and measurable. At least some of the things that can be thought cannot be interpreted with data. This is probably the result of the origin of chaos in everything.

Soon the architectural style of dreams became another, and Lyle looked at everything around him, with a smile on his face sarcastic.

"This area is all Irasongen's fantasy, right?"

"……right!"

"Is this huge sculpture lying on the side of the green dragon sacrifice? Imagine how she sleeps?"

"…Yes, this is one of Elan's fantasies."

"Then the loli-shaped Ira Song En was also what she imagined, used to recall her childhood?"

"……Uh-huh."

Lyle looked at the next one, his pupils suddenly shrank, and was amazed. The moonlight shone behind the veil, and the closed-eyed lady was pillowing in the moonlight, with the white garland dotted with hazy light as star-like light. The mercy of the gods and the beauty of the women merged into one, and the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand fell from the petals. The slightly forward body seemed to be greetings, or it seemed to be telling the scene of a solemn oath.

The momentum of this fantasy was so strong that Lyle felt that she was talking about something, and Susanna would definitely go wild.

Skipping this one, Lyle noticed the next human figure similar to Errasongen. She stood there, looking at Lyle, her shiny eyes seemed to be able to speak, and her joy was about to emerge.

This problem doesn't seem to be big.

"Ira Song En's waiting-to-be dolls have nothing other than reality. Ms. Susanna, is this also Ira Song En's fantasy?"

"This is not."

Lyle's eyes were crescent, making loud amazement, and pointed at Susanna to make a proud look at the truth.

"I finally can't find a reason. You, the fanatical fan of Erra Songen, have finally not concealed it. This doll is your fantasy!"

"This is Claudia, you idiot."

Lyle's body shook, and he watched the "doll" in front of him come alive. The joy of seeing his acquaintance was also replaced by gloom. The green dragon had a smile on his face, but the twitching corners of his mouth made the smile very terrifying.

"Long time no see, Brother Lyle."
Chapter completed!