A few days later, an invitation letter to the party with the emblem of Andre appeared in the hands of the administrators of various clubs. Some of the originally busy lichs stopped their research and began to look forward to the upcoming academic gathering.

Organizer: Necromancer, Epidemic Doctor.

This name is already quite familiar to Andre, not to mention that he is still a topic of the past few days. He disguises his flesh and blood outlines his appearance before his birth, and the lichs had smiles on their faces, as if the epidemic doctor had been bound to the concept of change and interest.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor is really diligent. He is truly a person who is favored by the Holy Light Disaster..."

"The Lich Disaster is coming again? I hope my junior will be more at ease..."

"Here, the new invitation letter is from the epidemic doctor again, you can continue to act as a representative..."

The bats began to move in groups, laying light spots in the open park, the executive committee arranged the venue, and took over the scene. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, the lich who had been in the laboratory for a long time had begun to have limited social activities. The appearance of flesh and blood disguise diversified the entertainment activities of the lich. The academic gathering seemed to be changing towards the direction of a large celebration, and the dean was happy to see it, although the disputes and commotion were increasing day by day.

The twelve bells that spread from the top of the Soul Tower to Andre Castle awakened midnight. Under the bloody moonlight, the academic gathering officially began.

The members of the Executive Committee were waiting at the border, and they breathed a sigh of relief. The maintenance work this time was much easier. With surprise, the Andre executor found that the group of people who were punished had fewer acquaintances and literary clubs. The group of gloating Andre representatives would have missed this time of violation of the law.

The melodious sound of the flute is like the breath of the evening breeze, and the bats entrenched on the pillars are also clear and extinguished with the melodious melodious melodiousness of the melodious melodrama. In this dreamlike trance, a group of handsome men who seemed to come out of the mythology step on the light rhythm and slowly walk with the sound of the flute. They smiled and greeted the solidified lich, and their words and smiles seemed to be holding the heartbeat of a young girl. There was no mask on their faces, and the petals falling from the night sky fell in their fluffy curly hair, like birds returning to the warm nest. Their tall figures and every move was enough to shame the most orthodox nobles.

The atmosphere of the book, either lazy or depressed, or sweet or lively, all kinds of temperaments combined with the appearance of the beautiful boys, become the tempting scene of the fairyland. Their collars are pinned with a soft white feather, which is also the only common point among the colorful flowers. The flute player wearing flower clothes and withered roses leads them into the center of the venue, on the seats prepared for them earlier.

Mr. Law, wearing an iron mask, also wanted to block these unknown humans. His figure froze the next moment, his eyes staring at one of them. The light was eclipsed in front of his face, his bright blonde hair was like the sun, without a smile, and his beautiful face was like a porcelain doll. Even the haze on his face could arouse love.

The law stood in the crowd like a rock, and he watched the man pass by and hide into the beautiful flowers.

"Anle, brother."

No lich questioned why these humans sat and they stood, and why they could occupy the center of the academic gathering. Everything seemed to be natural, and the natural nobility and beauty even made the emotionally unenviable lichs not disturbed.

Amid the flowers, a young man in a black robe walked out. His face was a little ordinary than his companions, but the shiny crown on his head showed his unusual identity. The smile on his face was a little arrogant, a little cold, and a little bloodthirsty as if he was illusioned.

He came to the forum of the academic gathering and faced Andrey with a smile.

"Welcome to my academic gathering, my fellow citizens, tonight, I will take you to Wonderland."

"First of all, please let me introduce to you, my friends, these noble volunteers, Andrei Literature Society, all staff."

After Lyle finished speaking, the handsome group accepted Lyle's praise and responded to the usual applause, applauding themselves.

The Literary Club was very satisfied with the disguise tonight. Tonight, it was not a messenger or an Andrei cancer, but entered the venue as a participant in Andrei's most authoritative event. Taking off his mask and putting on his former face surprised his former companions. The members of the Literary Club only felt comfortable and radiant, and lamented that Mr. Epidemic Doctor's advice was really good. The Light of Fallen and our Literary Club are worthy of being a family, so we must increase our efforts on this non-staff member in the future.

They are being followed by all clubs, and they are gritting their teeth and dare not do anything because of the rules of [Academic gatherings are above everything], and some have not even come back to their senses from their prosperous beauty.

Tonight is another victory for the literary club!

Lyle snapped his fingers, and the flesh and blood creatures prepared earlier were connected and combined behind him, becoming a huge demon flower that covered the sky and the sun.

Dream Maker, Team Edition. In order to drag the entire literary club into the dream, the main stem of the flower is particularly thick, and the split buds are enough to form a vertical and ground garden. The shadow of the magic flower is particularly huge. The blood moon casts scarlet light behind it, projecting the shadow to all members of the literary club, like a gable that will fall at any time.

Flowers covered with nails bloomed inside, mucus fell from the edges of the petals, and a sense of crisis that was stared at arises in the hearts of all the members of the literary club.

Is there something wrong with the situation? Is the creation of Mr. Epidemic Doctor a little scary?

The monsters being made are slowly active, the buds slowly droop, sharp teeth, and the textures inside the flowers are constantly clear in the naked eyes of the literary club. The alarm in their hearts is further escalated. The handsome man is fascinated, and they have a sense of pride and arrogance with flesh and blood disguise. At this moment, the fear is infinitely magnified.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor...Mr.! Will we discuss this again... Something happened at my family just now!"

The shameless artistic creators forgot their bold words and now only want to turn around and run away. However, their bodies betray them, and their beautiful skins become cages that bind their free souls. Under the fallen magic shadow, the dazzling crown shines, and Lyle Bühler smiles brightly, and a little broken.

"No, my friends, you are so kind to me, I haven't repay you yet."

Lyle bent down to salute, and his curved figure perfectly blended into the shadow.

"Good night, literary club."

The eyes of the lich in the disguise of flesh and blood twitched, and they looked at the scene in front of them. The Dream Flower raised its head again and stretched its torso in the moonlight. Each flower bud was supported by an upside-down convulsive body, like more than a hundred gloomy candles. All members of the literary club, except Mr. Dark, were all on it. Their spirit was stripped away, their bones were sealed by their bodies, and their souls were thrown into the script written by Lyle.

Looking at Lyle standing on the podium, the lichs were silent again.

The Law murmured as he looked at the astronomy, "The gate of the executive committee is not so spectacular, are we... a little dereliction of duty?"

"We want to reassess the risk level of the epidemic doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Lyle invited another person to the pulpit. In the bright sunny light, Andre was silent again.

"Now, allow me to introduce another participant in the dream-making experiment, Mr. Raymond, who will visit the dream with the volunteers of the Literature Society, and they will weave a sweet dream together."

The base of the Dream Flower cracked, revealing a cavity that was one person high. Every branch of the Magic Flower will be connected to it along the main vein, including the spirit of the literary club being stripped out.

Raymond nodded at Lyle. Although he was through his helmet, Lyle could feel his sight was full of emotion.

Sure enough, the Son of the Holy Light loved him, and the sandbags he picked were the ones he was most comfortable with.

Lyle smiled, "Please have a good dream for Mr. Raymond. I have applied for the spirit development stone for the professors of soul submission, so the fantasy scenes in the dream will be broadcast live at the same time. Lord Raymond, I look forward to your heroic attitude of punishing evil and eliminating all things."

Raymond did not speak and walked into the chamber of the Magic Flower. The golden flesh and blood behind him stretched out the link between the Magic Flower.

Before the chamber was closed, Lyle saw a golden thumb.

The bonds of the pure are unbreakable.
Chapter completed!