The familiar dream appeared in front of me again, but this time she seemed to have turned into a ghost, her transparent body was light and airy. The sky was still gray, as if there were countless layers of clouds, and the thick fog was still dense, blocking all eyes that wanted to peep.
.The small courtyard is still empty, but this time it looks more real, so real that moss appears in the corner, and the flowers exude orchids.
"Where is this? Why do I have the same dream?" Rikka stood outside the courtyard gate with a confused expression. She wanted to turn her hands into short blades, but after several attempts, there was no result.
"What's going on? Did you die suddenly? No way... no way..." Rikka grinned, wanting to cry but unable to make any sound.
A few minutes passed by like breathing. After experiencing the self-torture of pinching her thighs and biting the tip of her tongue, she had no choice but to accept this unexpected reality. As a contracted beast, she lost her abilities, and yet she inexplicably came to this place.
This is a ghost place. My brother is gone and everything is gone.
Rikka, who was squatting on the ground, looked very depressed. She was not afraid of death, but felt that it was hard to accept that she would die like this. Desperate, she reached out and touched her arms, but as expected, the gift her brother gave her
The steel knife also disappeared.
"It's okay to leave a souvenir, but I don't know if my brother will be sad when he wakes up. Who will prepare the meals for him in the future." Rikka, who gradually calmed down, thought, but as a ray of white light flashed, just now
The steel knife that he was still thinking about suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and smashed into the soil with a bang.
She was shocked when she was in great sadness, but the results of many days of sparring with Boom were evident at this moment. She rolled over to the side without thinking, and then arched her body like a wild beast.
The posture after being provoked.
One minute passed, ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed. At this time, Rikka couldn't help but doubt the theory taught by Boom. To wait or not to wait is a question, and it is a big question.
"No matter what, it doesn't matter what kind of danger you encounter anyway." Rikka carefully moved to the side of the steel knife and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the result was that it passed through it.
"It's so boring. Is this what hell is like? Why haven't I seen any other ghosts?" Some broken jars of six flowers floated in the air, sometimes passing through the walls, and sometimes drilling into the ground.
But the place where he can move is limited to the inside and outside of the small courtyard in front of him. As for the gray-white sky above his head and the thick fog around him, it seems that there is a barrier. As long as he gets a little closer, he will be inexplicably teleported back to the place where he came from.
After having enough fun, she lay down in the small courtyard, counting the tiles on the stone roof with some boredom, until she fell asleep...
The darkness of the night is like a veil, covering countless shady scenes, spreading hazy hopes and squeezing the tight nerves. Boom, who is in a state of cultivation, remains motionless, and the demon summoned by the elements
Patterns floating around.
He seemed to understand one thing. The space magic recorded in the parchment was, to put it bluntly, the product of the fusion of various spells. It could use the so-called magic circle to recombine the mutually exclusive magic elements.
Arrange and combine to obtain several times the increase in power.
Just like the "Elemental Summoning" I am currently performing, most of the magic absorbed in the cold outdoors is water magic, while in the attic, most of the magic is earth.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Boom's face. This is the pleasure of holding destiny in his own hands, and it also gives him the confidence to fight against the unknown. Practice should not be rushed. He knows this best after living in the slums for many years.
The meaning. However, after finishing his training, he was a little dumbfounded because Rikka not far away had fluorescent lights flashing on his forehead.
A few seconds later, Boom stumbled to Rikka's bedside and stretched out his hand to test the other person's breath.
"Wake up! What's wrong with you? Wake up!" Boom pushed the other person gently at first, but there was no response, so he had to increase his strength and shake him violently.
At the same time, Rikka, who was sleeping soundly in her dream, suddenly woke up. A familiar mysterious suction force came again, lifted her body up, and then quickly flew into the gray-white clouds.
"Hey? What's going on? It's a steel knife! Woohoo..." She turned into a ball of light and gradually lost consciousness.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning came quietly, and Rikka slowly opened his eyes, looking a little weak between his brows.
"The water stains on the ceiling are still so disgusting, the mattress is still so soft to the touch, and the brother lying beside the bed is still so handsome...Brother? Brother!" She suddenly sat up after regaining her consciousness, and her movements were astonishing.
It was so big that it almost caused Boom next to him to fall to the ground.
"Brother! Are you dead too? Great, we can be together again!" Although there were two traces of tears on Rikka's face, the words she blurted out made the other party very speechless.
"You're not dead, what's going on? What did you do last night?" Boom touched Rikka's forehead with some worry, thinking that the other party might have been sick and burned out his brain.
Half an hour later, Rikka was drinking the porridge cooked by Boom himself, while sitting next to him like a scoundrel, like a kitten. But Boom frowned at this time, because this was not his first time.
I heard Rikka tell this story once. But there is no way to find out what the mystery is.
"So have you found that steel knife? Did you forget it somewhere? Like the kitchen?" Boom pulled up the octopus-like Rikka and asked seriously.
"It's really gone. I always kept it close to me. It must have been thrown away in that ghost place. That was the first gift my brother gave me. I don't know if I can get it back." Liuhua was a little bit a little bit after hearing this.
I’m depressed, but fortunately I’m back now, at least I won’t be alone anymore.
However, something strange happened again. In the originally dark attic, a white light flashed, and the steel knife appeared out of thin air in front of Rikka.
Boom narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this. He first guarded Rikka behind him, and then picked up a copper candlestick. But nothing happened after that. The cat poked Rikka behind Boom.
, as if asking what to do now. But Boom, who was originally in a state of alert, suddenly remembered something.
"You try to send the steel knife back now, and then think about coming back. Brother needs to verify some things. Don't worry, I'm here!" Boom slowly spoke, and handed the steel knife back to the other party, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
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But Rikka was a little hesitant, but the dependence she had long developed into a habit drove her to take the steel knife. Close her eyes! Concentrate! The familiar space appeared again, but this time she came prepared.
In her soul state, Rikka silently recited the steel sword. After seeing it appear out of thin air, she prayed that she could go back quickly.
"Huh? Is it really gone? Isn't that a dream?" Rikka opened his eyes and asked in surprise.
"Come on, now think about that steel knife and think about it appearing in front of you!" Boom's voice was a little weird.
The expected thing happened again. A somewhat puzzled Rikka held the steel knife and looked at Boom. The latter touched his chin with an expression of surprise.
"Rikka, are you tired? If you're not, my brother wants to tell you a story." The brother and sister stayed in the attic all day, and an ordinary steel knife sometimes appeared suddenly and sometimes disappeared.<