It can be imagined that once the time is ripe and the dream invades the world, the shadow world that was revealed by the dreams of all the Cheng family members will be very likely to be ignored or even acquiesced by the will of the main world, just like the ghost in the Dream Catching Network series.

Just as the will of the world will never reject the irrelevant thoughts in the brain of any creature.

Thoughts, thoughts, thinking dimensions, and thinking breadth are a kind of nothingness that is far broader and more scrupulous than the universe and outer space of the universe. The laws of the real world have almost no restrictions on it. The series of nesting dolls facing Su Yin at this time was a use of the loopholes in this law...

"Just give it a try." The mysterious man whispered, his tone as if he was helpless.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Su Yin, with a gentle smile floating on his handsome face:

"I won't take these people's lives seriously, I just make a small attempt. I must also know that I have not committed the murder."

"Oh, is that? Well, well, well, well, okay." Su Yin was very perfunctory, as if she was afraid that the other party would not see it, but her movements in her hands were not paused at all, and she was passionately interpreting the "beautiful" artistic conception of "lightly, slowly, chopping and chopping, really not enough to cut hard".

In the space, another gust of flowers jumped, comparable to a tornado passing through. Not long after, the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers was cut by Su Yin with his own strength, and the indescribable gray and white vortex below appeared.

Only then did Su Yin carry the long sword and smile with a bent eyes.

Compared to the red rose, this vortex looks more comfortable.

Although Su Yin didn't dare to look at it, mainly because of dizziness. But psychologically, she still felt that her true nature was more advanced than pretentious.

No matter how ugly the truth is, it is always better than lying.

"Well, it's true here."

She closed her eyes slightly, and the thought that seemed to rise but not rise was rotated with her heart. The empty hand raised her fingers, a little further away.

In an instant, the center of the strange vortex under his feet seemed to be pulled by invisible force. In its movement that violated the laws of physics, there seemed to be a trace of rhythm that humans could understand.

Then, there was light.

On the gray and white vortex surface that seemed to be able to swallow everything began to reverse and emit a glimmer of light.

It was a state that was difficult to express in words. Anyway, Su Yin could not understand and was incompetent. She could only half-close her eyes and sense the vortex that humans could not understand. Then, with a "pop" sound, it spitted a bubble.

Just as a fish swims in shallow water and spits bubbles towards the water surface when it is low, the vortex seems to be low in the invisible force, and then spits a bubble.

However, the size of this bubble is much larger than the bubbles that fish vomit.

At least the size of one room.

The magical thing is that it is actually a room.

A room that looks simple and sweet, classical and modern, with both artistic beauty and orderly rationality, is wrapped in huge transparent bubbles.

Su Yin walked over slowly.

The mysterious man in the reflection looked down at all this, shook his head, waved his sleeves, and suddenly his figure faded away.

"Oh, let's go now? I haven't asked you about that letter yet. Why are you walking so fast?"

Su Yin bent her eyes to look at him.

The man's blue robe was gradually becoming transparent, and Su Yin's vision could pass through him without any obstruction, seeing the extremely small but extremely bright light above his head.

The moon was as bright as water, and silver frost was floating on the ground. In an instant, Su Yin seemed to see the moon in a foreign land in the wheel of light, the lights that lit up in the moonlight night, and the cities and mountains and rivers shrouded by smoke and moon.

She was in a daze.

When I was concentrating again, the mysterious man disappeared, and only a long sigh fell into my ears.

Su Yin was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, if you walk slowly, I'll just go around casually."

She giggled and waved.

Perhaps because she was in a good mood, she seemed to have forgotten that she was still holding a shaky knife in her hand. This wave, the sword light like a training immediately rose, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, the ice string hanging high above the five-colored sea also vibrated.

The reflection below the vortex immediately swayed violently. Although the string sound was silent, there was a loud sound of golden swords above and below the space, and the long swords were filled with green light. When the clutch and clutch were dancing, there was no sharp edge.

However, this seemingly powerless sword light made the shadow of the courtyard break away from the vortex bit by bit while shaking, as if it was precisely stripped off by the scalpel. The soothing and light tip of the knife crossed the bottom of the vortex, and it was almost avoiding the touch.

Finally, the reflection was completely cut off and then disappeared. Su Yin took a breath of breath.

It's considered to be done, it's so exhausting.

At this moment, Su Yin's true body was sweating profusely, her face was pale, and her divine thoughts were exhausted, and the Tianyuan True Spirit saw it at the same time.

Fortunately, the operation was successful, and the tumor that followed was removed.

“A successful attempt.”

Su Yin murmured to herself, and there was a vague sense of enlightenment in her heart.

She stood up with a knife before slowly walking towards the bubble.

The room in the bubble was hung with green gauze curtains, revealing a corner of the blue sky outside the window.

The weather seemed good, and bright light was projected on the furniture painted with milky white paint. There were not many furniture, just desks, chairs, a carved peach wood bed and bookcases.

The most eye-catching one is the book in the cabinet.

Although I can't see the words on the spine, it can be seen from the yellowed stitches and cloth cover that most of these books are ancient books, with only a few modern works, and they are all hardcover versions of gold-toned characters.

In this simple room, only two things show the girlish atmosphere—not including the carved bed—the same is the big red rose in the vase, and the other is the glass ornament hanging in front of the window.

A dream catcher.

The white feathers trembled slightly in the breeze, and the glass-fired weaving net reflected bright sky light, which also made Su Yin suddenly enlightened.

It turns out that this is the truth about Dream Catching Network.

Whether it is obsession or concern, the things that millions of people in this world are difficult to describe are just two words of choice in the end, just like the empty glass net swaying in front of the window of this book. No matter how fine the mesh is, it cannot be kept in the past, and it cannot be weaved in the future.

Just a dream.

Su Yin stared at the bubble in a daze.

At this moment, for some reason, a strong and strange thought suddenly appeared in her heart:

Poke it.

Poke it hard.

At that moment, she was like a naughty child standing in front of a pile of balloons with a refill in her hand. Even though she was warning that "absolutely no", she still lifted the black hair driver uncontrollably and leaned forward with the tip of the knife.

As she got closer, the green spirit swallowed on the tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to the bubble, and the expression on Su Yin's face became more and more stiff, as if she had not had an expression for a long time and could not even dispatch her facial features.

When the cyan knife tip was about to touch the transparent bubble, a long roar suddenly rang out, and Su Yin shook violently.

The desolate roar of a dragon gradually turned into a clear phoenix cry, then turned into a majestic tiger roar, and finally dissipated into the deep breath like the waves.

On the sea of ​​consciousness, the transparent xylophone quietly appeared, green, white, red, and mysterious flying around the zither, but only maintained a few breaths and then dispersed.
Chapter completed!