"Dreams within dreams are much more complicated than ordinary dream weaving. It is equivalent to allowing the soul to travel through the world for the second time, which consumes a lot of energy." Princess Qiuchan said, "And once the dream weaver is exhausted and the dream breaks down, all the people in the dream may
life-threatening"
Bu Nanxiao nodded: "I will try my best."
"But you have already lost too much blood," the princess reminded him.
He said solemnly: "No problem" and then sat cross-legged. He knew how to control dreams without any teacher. It was almost the instinct of a dream interpreter. "Start"
As soon as he finished speaking, two white haloes suddenly appeared out of thin air on Bu Nanxiao's wrists. As his palms faced each other, white strong light radiated from the halos that tightly bound his hands, and then became more and more intense...
Even the princess had to subconsciously reach out to cover her eyes.
His bound hands suddenly turned flexibly, as if dancing in shackles, very fast! The white light is like a white silk thread, and the dream interpreter who weaves dreams with his hands is the most outstanding craftsman.
He spoke slowly, weaving those names together into a new dream:
"Yin Haoyue"
"Ren Celadon"
"Bai Shiqing"
"Cultivation of Silence"
Until the last sound of the last name fell to the ground, a loud roar was heard. The sounds of all things in the world gradually faded away after this loud noise, and the white mist slowly covered the whole person's sight...
Another dreamland independent of Beiyun's dreamland is gestating and waiting to be born!
In the dream, there is only a piece of white, like the snow covered with snow.
Bu Nanxiao was the first person to enter the dreamland, followed by Princess Qiuchan, Yin Jiaoyue, Ren Qingci, Bai Shiqing...
Bai Shiqing was shocked: "Why am I here?"
When Yin Jiaoyue saw Ren Qingci who was unharmed, she was also surprised: "Celadon, are you okay?"
The masked Princess Qiuchichan coughed lightly: "This is the dream of the dream interpreter, and the pain in that dream will not be brought here."
"Dream interpreter?" They all followed the princess's gaze and looked at Bu Nanxiao. Finally, many questions were answered. It turned out that the dream interpreter they had been searching for had been beside them all along.
Yin Jiaoyue suddenly felt that this princess also felt inexplicably familiar: "You..."
Princess Qiuchan smiled slightly and pulled off the face towel that covered her entire face: "It's me."
The face under the scarf turned out to be - "Haruhime?!"