Chapter 190: Saint Charya's Dream in Wonderland...?
When he opened his eyes, he found that his new sister who came to the island last night suddenly appeared in his room, sitting on the bedside and looking at him. What should he do in this situation?
Your sleeping appearance must not be very bad, right?
The first thought that came to Saint Xalia's mind was this, and then she realized that now was not the time to worry about sleeping. She quickly sat up straight, faced Bai Ye, and first coughed to cover up her embarrassment.
In her mood, when she spoke, she subconsciously wanted to show off her dignity as a sister and tell the other party that she could not break into her room without the owner's knowledge. This was a very impolite behavior. But when the words came to her mouth, she remembered that in front of her
This girl is Bai Ye, not Gloria.
For Gloria, she can pretend to be her sister and make sense, but will Bai Ye really treat her as a sister? As two personalities in the same body, their personalities are completely opposite. If you want to treat her as a sister,
It will definitely not work to face Bai Ye with Gloria's attitude.
Similar thoughts circulated in Saint Xalia's mind more than once, so when the sentence that was supposed to be a lesson came out, it turned into a restrained inquiry, and the girl's tone softened, with a hint of
There was a hint of careful probing: "Why did you appear in my room, Miss Baiye...?"
After hesitating for a moment, she finally added an honorific to the other person's name.
Bai Ye glanced at her flatly: "Guess."
I guess...what?
Saint Xalia didn't expect this answer. She opened her eyes slightly and couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while.
She sneaked into her room inexplicably, and somehow made herself guess the purpose of her visit. This girl's behavior was so casual, even to the point of being unpredictable. No wonder Gloria's face changed when she mentioned her second personality.
Shang Hualong unconsciously put on a wry smile. Perhaps she also felt that the process of getting along with Bai Ye was a kind of physical and mental torture.
"Can't you guess?" Bai Ye glanced at her again: "If you need me to remind you, it would be too confusing."
What on earth is she talking about?
When Saint Xalia thought this way, several broken pictures suddenly flashed through her mind. The scenes were so familiar, but the characters in the pictures were separated by a layer of hazy gray fog, and it was not clear what they were talking about.
The sound also seemed to come from the clouds. When it arrived here, it was already intermittent. It felt like a chapter of music had been artificially cut into several sections, with sudden noises inserted in the middle. The girl returned to that dream again, in a trance.
I just felt that everything around me: the sunlight climbing through the window lattice, the sleeping lamb lying under the chair, and the pair of gray eyes that were staring silently at me... were all covered with a false veil.
will break.
This is... a dream?
Saint Xalia was lost in thought for a while before she realized what was happening. She lowered her head and looked at her hands and asked in a low voice: "Did you make me have that dream?"
Bai Ye's lips curled up slightly: "Not too stupid."
She stood up, looked around the room, and finally fixed her gaze on the window. She whispered as if to herself: "Now, let me see your dream."
What do you mean? Saint Xalia was about to ask, when suddenly there was a rumbling sound under her feet, and then the floor began to crack and collapse. The furniture in the entire room - tables, chairs, cabinets, bookshelves, including the one where Saint Xalia was staying.
The beds all flew up into the sky at the same moment. The roaring wind blew violently, creating a whistling echo among the flying furniture. It also lifted the girl's green bangs, and her eyes as clear as amber were blank.
After blinking for a moment, Saint Xalia found that she had left the hotel and was standing in a brilliant primrose field, with a pink petal slowly falling in front of her.
The sun was shining brightly, the vegetation was growing, and all the prosperous scenes looked so beautiful. Someone's laughter came from the sky. The girl looked up and saw a white windmill tower standing in the center of the flower field, and an angel with long snow-white hair was standing there.
At the highest point of the windmill tower, they spread their wings and flew into the sky. Then, the silver-haired traveler fairies led countless white birds and flew over from the other side of the sky. The feathers falling from their bodies were like a mighty cloud.
The tide surged past and submerged the small, laughing figure in the blink of an eye.
Surrounded by these flying birds, the angel simply gave up the idea of flying and sank into their embrace, just like lying on a big soft bed full of snow and feathers, or riding on one.
The back of the giant bird, which was made up of countless small birds, was soaring slowly, flying higher and farther, until it turned into a blurry black spot in her sight. She wanted to
Where are they going? Where are they going? No one seems to be able to answer this question. However, she will definitely fly and no one can stop her. There is no doubt about it.
What's happening here?
St. Charlia, who was still confused about the situation, looked around and saw in the small garden next to the flower field, a bright-looking blonde girl was holding a whale-shaped kettle, watering her most beloved violets, and those lush flower branches.
Under her careful care, they gradually grew stronger, climbed over wooden fences, climbed over the ground, and finally even climbed up the wall of the windmill tower. Countless flower branches were intertwined with each other at high altitude like a virgin forest, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Every tender bud on the tree is blooming with fresh green, and a vast sea of flowers blooms.
"Hello," she walked over and asked politely, "Have you seen a girl with gray hair come here?"
"Huh?"
The other party tilted his head, looked her up and down for a while, and suddenly said: "Sister Xiaoxia, it's so strange, I don't know, I'll go to sleep first."
"etc--"
Before Saint Xalia could stop him, the opponent fled as if he were flying. Like a frightened squirrel, he hid under the shade of the violet flowers and disappeared. Only the whale-shaped watering can remained in place.
Saint Xalia didn't know why she was so afraid of herself. She sighed silently, picked up the watering can on the ground and put it in the garden, then continued forward along a winding path through the primrose field.
Look for that person.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She didn’t know how long she walked before she came to a forest. In the forest was a strange alchemy workshop with cream cake as the walls and chocolate as the doors and windows.
, with pudding as the roof and various candies as decoration, it looks particularly sweet and attractive. Saint Xalia hesitated for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she had crystal blue long hair.
The owner of the eyes opened the door and walked out. She was wearing a long witch robe and a big pointed hat. Although she had a sweet smile on her face, she somehow gave people a cunning feeling.
Just like a fox, there are always some bad thoughts running through his mind.
"Hello," Saint Xalia asked politely, "Have you seen a girl with gray hair come here?"
But the owner of the workshop did not answer the question. Instead, she put a finger to her lips and softly "shushed" to signal the guest to be quiet. Then she took out a large handful of beans from her sleeve, including
There were silver beans and golden beans. As soon as she sprinkled these beans into the clearing in the forest, the silver beans turned into white rabbits and jumped around the workshop, while the golden beans quickly
It swelled and expanded, and finally cracked. What came out of it were a very beautiful but somehow unreliable silver butterfly, a little bat that was always looking left and right, and a well-behaved and sensible pink-haired girl.
little girl.
The butterfly lay on the head of the little girl, and the little bat hung on her shoulder. The little girl with pink hair sat down on a raised tree root in the forest, took out a fairy tale book from somewhere, and put it on
He spread it out on his knees, and then told stories such as "Cinderella", "Sleeping Beauty" and "The Daughter of the Sea" in a clear voice. The white rabbits who were originally jumping around the alchemy workshop gathered around,
Listening to her story quietly. The beautiful and mysterious owner of the workshop also sat by the chocolate-made door, listening with a smile, grabbing some cakes from the wall, and feeding a lamb that ran over at some point.
Everyone was listening to the story attentively. Saint Xalia was a little embarrassed to disturb them. When she was thinking about what she should do, the lamb with snow-white and soft hair like clouds suddenly ran over and nudged her with its head.
She raised her calf, and then kept pointing in the direction outside the forest. Saint Xalia asked thoughtfully: "Are you going to lead the way for me, little sheep?"
"Mea~~~"
So Saint Xalia picked up a rope from the ground, tied it to the lamb's collar, and then walked out of the forest under the leadership of the lamb. When they left the forest, they came to a street paved with wooden planks.
On the street, a large group of stone spirit guards and rotten wood demons were running over from the other end of the street carrying various tools. They were rushing to work in the herb garden, and the considerate Saint Shalia stopped.
, let them pass first. However, the only way to pass the road was blocked by a person, so that these industrious gardeners could only stop and wait, circling restlessly, and surrounded the street.
Who is blocking the road so that the stone spirit guards and the rotten wood demon dare not get angry? Saint Xalia took a closer look curiously and found that the person blocking the road was a girl with her back to everyone. From this angle, she could only see
Her messy blond hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and there was a dull hair sticking up in the middle, swaying tenaciously in the wind. At this time, the girl was facing a weird machine, tapping the handle crazily.
Pressing the button, he yelled, "Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream. I'll let you pass after I clear the level." He completely ignored the complaining pedestrians and had a very bad attitude.
She is such an outrageous girl, and she also has her own way of doing things, so she needs a good education.
Saint Xalia thought so, and was about to go over and reason with the other party. At this time, a white-haired woman wearing a military uniform, with a clean and capable temperament, but for some reason wearing an khaki safety helmet on her head, walked away.
He came over, showed the adventurer certificate in his hand to the girl who blocked the road for no reason, and said with a serious face: "I am the disciplinary prosecutor of the Adventurer Union. According to the reports from the masses, the defendant Alice seriously violated the rules of the Adventurers' Association around the Continent."
Article 25 of the Seventh Rule of the Third Code of Trade Unions in Yunjing Kongdao Branch stipulates that your crime tools will be confiscated and you will be sentenced to three months in prison without being allowed to play games."
Then, despite the blond girl's wails of "I just barely passed the level," she forcibly dragged her away. It was said that she was going to be imprisoned in some Tianxin Church for reflection, and would not be released until she could memorize a hundred of the goddess's mottos.
As a result, the traffic on the street returned to normal, and the stone spirit guards and rotten wood demons could finally go to work. It was really gratifying and gratifying.
Saint Xalia could move on. She led the lamb and walked forward along the street. She turned into a forest path in the middle of the forest, stepped on densely packed dead leaves and pine needles, and finally arrived at a hill.
On the hill, there is a leafy Baicheng sycamore tree rooted. A young man with silver hair and golden eyes is sitting under the tree reading a book, while a girl with long green hair is pillowing on his lap,
He folded his hands on his lower abdomen and fell asleep peacefully.
The sun slanted down through the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree, casting bright and dark spots on the ground and the bodies of the two people. The interplay of light and shadow in the afternoon made the young man's expression look serious when he was reading, and also made the girl look serious.
Her expression when she was sleeping seemed gentle. The scene in front of her was so quiet and beautiful that Saint Xalia couldn't help but hold her breath, fearing that she would break the peaceful atmosphere by making a sound. But for some reason, the lamb she was holding was a little...
It looked angry and stared at the young man angrily. If it hadn't been pulled by Saint Xalia, it would have probably rushed up and knocked the young man to the ground with its head.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over the hill, causing the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree to rustle, and also caused the sleeping girl to slowly open her eyes, and they were falling in the sky.
Amidst the sycamore leaves and the soft and dazzling golden sunlight, she vaguely saw the young man lowering his head and showing her a warm and concerned smile: "Are you awake?"
"Saint Shalia."
The moment she heard him call out her name, the girl's heartbeat seemed to be about to stop. She stood there blankly, with only one thought in her mind: So, is that sleeping girl me?
…
Saint Xalia opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that she was back in the room, sitting on the bed in a daze, surrounded by familiar furnishings and furniture. There were no windy hills, no sycamore trees with fallen leaves, and naturally no
The young man who is reading a book and the girl who is sleeping soundly, as if everything is just her illusion, or is it an incredible adventure based on a dream?
The figures in the dream, as well as the things that went against common sense, were gradually blurred and faded, until they could no longer be remembered. Saint Xalia felt as if she had watched a short performance. She raised her head and found that Bai Ye
Still standing in front of the window, quietly looking out at the scene outside the window. She seemed to be aware of Saint Xalia's gaze. She turned around, her expression was always dull, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is still something in those eyes.
Hidden is a deep and complex emotion.
As someone who had watched the entire dream of Saint Shalia, it was only natural that she would have this reaction.
Dreams are the language of the soul. What a person is thinking will often be reflected in her dreams. Whether she realizes that these are her thoughts or not, only dreams will not lie. However, like Shengxia
This is the first time Bai Ye has seen such a strange and dreamy dreamland like Liya's, which seems to be inconsistent with common sense everywhere.
She withdrew her gaze from the scene outside the window and looked at the girl on the bed with a strange look: "You are really a strange person."