The next morning, Hallie went to the mall in person and bought more than ten sets of the latest styles of children's clothing and dozens of sets of toys for children.
After lunch, she took Ivy, clothes and toys and took the Archimedes airship to the depths of the Amazon rainforest.
"Harry, you have done such a big thing during this time!" Swamp Thing said with emotion.
"My things are all small things. Today I mainly come to see your daughter Moe Ya, look at these clothes and toys."
Harley signaled Ivy to move things out of the cabin, while she stared eagerly at the child in Abidal's arms.
I got pregnant on December 25 last year, and it’s only been two months since the baby was born at the end of November. He’s pink and very cute. Hey, why do these blue eyes look a bit like Constantine?
Alas, there is a successor to the Constantine family, he can die in peace!
Harley muttered something strange in her heart, and then all her thoughts came together, and she began to carefully sense the elemental aura around the baby girl, as if there was a sea of green surrounding her.
Magical talent is no weaker than Zatanna's.
But that's all, there are no other visions.
Putting a music box next to the baby and playing a simple tune, Harley pulled Swamp Monster aside and asked directly: "What is the budding 'Holy Son' talent? I don't seem to sense it."
Something special.”
Swamp Monster wrinkled his salad face and said distressedly: "We are also puzzled. Apart from the power of life, she does not seem to have any talent for calming elemental disorders."
"Have you asked Dr. Destiny?" Harley asked.
Swamp Monster nodded, "When Germination was born, he was guarding it. He said this was a normal phenomenon. Jesus was also an ordinary person when he reached adulthood. He only became divine after his death and resurrection."
"Doctor Destiny is sure that Mo Ya is the Holy Son? I always feel that the Holy Son shouldn't be so calm." When the words came to her lips, she changed her mind again, "It shouldn't be so calm."
She would rather say "ordinary".
Compared to Zatanna's talent, it is very powerful and rare, but it falls far short of the unique "Holy Son" in many "traits" that can be seen at a glance.
Harry didn't know what the characteristics were, but if there was nothing special about the Son, why would it be the Son?
The Swamp Thing said displeasedly: "Grudge is not the Son, who is? From the winter solstice to the end of the Son's arrival, Doctor Fate closely monitors the entire earth, and there will be no second combination of nature and supernatural.
Without even union, how could there be a Holy Son?
But the Son came and appeared on the stone tablet of hell early. As the only combination of nature and supernatural, the sprout must be the Son.
Even if her ability does not reach the level of 'calming global elemental chaos' that we expect in the future, she actually occupies the position of the Son of God, and no one can replace her."
His tone was a little harsh, and Harry could understand it, after all, she was his daughter.
"Why does the stone tablet of the coming of the Son come out of the bottom of hell and not somewhere else?" she asked.
"This is Silver City's little trick. If they want, they can bury it in Quinn Manor." Swamp Monster said disapprovingly.
Harry glared, "You mean, someone in Silver City used a pen to carve words on a stone tablet, then closed his eyes and threw it wherever he could?"
Swamp Monster frowned and said, "You're not here to see Sprout today. What do you want to say?"
"Of course I'm here to see Xiao Mengya, aren't we talking about her now?"
Harley thought for a while, but still didn't tell her guess about Duoduo.
She is not worried that the Life Council and Dr. Destiny will be detrimental to Duoduo.
As Swamp Thing just said, once the position of the Son is occupied, no one can replace it.
However, if the matter is publicized, it may affect her secretly "rescuing" Duoduo.
Well, she wasn't sure whether Duoduo needed saving.
According to Sister Midnight, Duoduo was quite happy and relaxed at the time and was not caught and tortured.
However, it cannot be ruled out that Duoduo was being hunted by the devil and had not been arrested at that time.
There are too many uncertainties.
After chatting with Swamp Thing for a while, Harley said goodbye and left.
That night, she went to the top of Indian Mountain and dug Duoduo's small grave.
Right next to the tomb, Harley used black magic to summon the undead from hell on the withered bones in the black stone box.
"Ghostsum touch n@Hell's Heart, in the name of the friend of Little Black Bean and the Duke of Heaven Mountain, I call you to bring this dead soul to me!"
Ordinary dogs certainly cannot summon souls, because their souls rarely go to heaven and hell, and their spirituality is insufficient.
But Duoduo is different, it is definitely in hell.
Wisps of black smoke, like living nematodes, emerged from the ground and circled around the dead bones. The weak spatial fluctuations flickered and closed like blinking eyes, and the aura of depravity and evil filled the air.
Harley was overjoyed that the origin of hell responded to her and found Duoduo.
"Boom" the next moment, the fluctuations of brightness and destruction, together with the power of the hell elements wrapped into a mist, exploded together.
Just like a soap bubble falling into a fire, it disappears in an instant, leaving nothing behind.
"Who blocked the summons?" Harry frowned.
Then, she tried a few more times. When space fluctuations occurred, she still shouted from the side: "Duoduo, Duoduo, it's me, come back quickly, come back, Duoduo, Duoduo, it's me."
It’s like a mother whose child is suffering from amnesia, holding her child’s little cotton-padded jacket, circling the dirt road in the village and screaming.
Unfortunately, Duoduo still didn't respond to her.
After returning to the meditation room and meditating for a long time, Harley thought about the people she could turn to.
Finally, Harley thought of someone who could definitely help her.
Returning to the bedroom, she rubbed her body with a mixture of geranium and fennel essential oil, then took out a jar of blood-red ointment from the drawer, and drew a key-shaped rune of Morpheus' mark between her eyebrows.
Putting on her mulberry silk pajamas, she lay on the bed in the most relaxed posture.
"Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, please allow me to enter your kingdom"
Just like counting sheep, she muttered these words and fell into a deep sleep.
Well, Harley can't summon Sandman to the world like summoning Swamp Thing or the death of her second sister, because Morpheus swore not long ago that he would never respond to any form of summons in the future.
Being detained naked for nearly a hundred years, that guy has a psychological shadow
Harley fell asleep, but her consciousness was fully awake, even more awake than before she fell asleep.
The runes on her forehead were shining with a mysterious light.
She clearly felt that the whole process of entering the kingdom of dreams was like the soul leaving the body and being lifted up by a ball of colorful soft light. The sky was not a roof or a dark starry sky, but purple.
Black, gray, red clouds of various colors, each color gave her a different feeling.
For example, when passing by a pink cloud, she felt a sense of release of desire.
"This is someone else's dream, an erotic dream!"
Harry suddenly realized, looking around at the clouds of various sizes, "These are all human dreams."
She floated and floated, continuing to rise.
She started to hear voices.
"Hehehehe" there was a laughter as crisp as a silver bell, echoing in the empty hall.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" There was a plaintive cry, as if he was crying in her arms.
"Woooooooo" This time it was not a cry, but the whistle of the train.
Harley blinked, and a train really hit her: the locomotive was a pig's head, the train's chassis was not wheels, but centipede legs, and the entire train carriage was occupied by a bald old lady.
After approaching her, the train quickly twisted into a weird castle running on two legs, with a human face on the castle.
Before she could be surprised, a mountain of garbage fell from above her head, including a broken violin, a rusty scalpel, and half a piece of chalk.
There was also a sofa, a rice cooker, a headless doll, a chipped kitchen knife, an employment notice stained by vegetable soup, a piece of moldy bread, and an empty wine bottle.
There are also rusty Lamborghinis, LV bags, unopened condoms, and the latest Paradise Mountain mobile phone with the screen flashing puppy videos.
"Fake, what the hell is this?"
Harley couldn't dodge, and countless garbage fell from her side, hitting her head and shoulders, causing pain.
"I think"
"I want"
"I am determined"
Every time she touched a piece of garbage, she could hear a vague sound.
"These are all dreams!" Harry suddenly realized, and then had a strange expression, "Why are all dreams turned into garbage?"
The garbage mountain came and went just as quickly, like a gust of wind blowing past Harry.
Finally, she came to a spiral staircase suspended in the void.
Harley knew that she had arrived at the entrance to the dreamland.
Without hesitation, she ran quickly along the stairs.
After running for an unknown amount of time, a thick shadow cast in front of me.
Looking up, a Western-style stone castle blocked the way.
"Ouch!" At the gate of the castle, there was a chubby green-skinned dinosaur, roaring loudly at Harley and fluttering its wings.
"Uh, it's not a dinosaur, it's a giant dragon." Harley was stunned.
It looks exactly like a Thunder Lizard, except that it has a pair of two-meter-long fleshy wings above its front legs.
Harry even doubted whether this guy could fly.
"Ah woo!" The green dragon saw the rune on her forehead, the fierce light in its eyes disappeared, turned around and hit the door with its head.
"Who is it?" An energetic middle-aged man shouted from inside the door, "Gregory?"
"Ah woo!" Green Dragon Gregory continued to knock on the door, "Bang bang bang!"
Finally, the heavy iron-wrapped oak door opened a gap, and a strange-looking yellow-haired goatee stuck his head out.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Harley Quinn, your king's good friend."
"My dear, you are the legendary witch Harley!" The goatee wearing small glasses jumped out of the door and stared at Harley with surprise on his face.
Already."
"What's the gap?" Harley was very happy that she was famous, but she didn't understand Goatee's reaction.
"I have seen you, but you are not as beautiful and refreshing as you are now."
"Where did you meet me?" Harley asked confused.
"It's so scary in other people's dreams!"
Harry sighed: "How can things in dreams be taken seriously?"
"We are in a dream now." Goatee said.
"Stop talking nonsense here, take me to see your king quickly!" Harley was not in the mood to chat with a guard.
As if aware of her attitude, his goatee straightened out and his expression became arrogant, "This is my territory, and I am the first lord of the dreamland.
You can be allowed to pass through my territory, but I am no one’s servant and will not lead the way for you.”
"Oh, it turns out you are Lord Lord, what do you call him?" Harry asked curiously.
"You don't even know the owner of the Mysterious House?" Goatee frowned.
"The House of Mystery? I know the House of Mystery and the House of Secrets. The House of Secrets is in the hands of Sage Ochi. The owner of the House of Mystery seems to be an old monster." Harley looked up at the castle in front of her, "Your mystery
What does the house have to do with the moving castle in the wizarding world? The names are exactly the same."
"It seems you really don't understand dreams very well." Goatee opened the door and stretched out his hand as an invitation. "I am Cain, the brother of Abel, the first legendary story in the world."