If there is a pupil master who is present, he can definitely blurt out the high-level illusion "Nightmare Transfer" that he casts little by little. Nightmare transfer can only be performed by people who practice pupil skills, and can only be used once in a lifetime. Legend has it that the subject can see the kingdom of heaven in dreams, and thus live forever. The emperors of the past have let pupils masters release this technique before death. , Live forever in a dream. The casting conditions for this technique are also very demanding. It is necessary to be enthusiastic about it, to introduce the dreams constructed by the caster into the subject's mind, and the two sides exchange the spiritual world. At this moment, Little is suffering from the loneliness Feng experienced. Fortunately, Little is not afraid of loneliness. He is alone and used to being lonely since childhood.
And Feng, falling into a dream that was designed a long time ago, the endless grassland, the flowers are in full bloom, the white doves are flying in the sky, and the quiet music sounds, it is actually that little love song. Feng closed his eyes and listened to a song quietly, but opened his eyes to see the familiar street.
Feng woke up and saw the shivering little bit, "Dip little bit what's wrong with you?" There are still some fragments in his memory. It seems that he had just had a long dream, and going forward, he was cursed of darkness! Could it be that an hour has passed on the street? Feng looked at his watch, no, he hadn't left the bar for an hour. Could it be that the master purple pupil next to him did something? Feng held a princess in her arms and saw the words on the ground, "The curse is lifted, send me home, 231". What is this? Is Diandian's address? Feng didn't understand how little bit of the dark curse was lifted, anyway, the girl was already unconscious, so she just sent her home as she wrote.
Diandian’s home is decorated very beautifully, with dazzling purple everywhere, a large princess bed, soft cushions everywhere on the fabric sofa, rows of shoes on the shelf, and a basin that can’t be named. Plants.
Feng put the dots on the bed, gently covered the cup, and saw the sweat and tears on the beauty's face. He couldn't bear it. He went to the bathroom and wrung a hot towel and wiped the pretty face carefully. If Lin knew about this, he guessed that he would die ten times and eight times, and Feng would be scared after thinking about it. Feng felt hungry after he was busy, so he turned the refrigerator and found nothing but yogurt. The girls don’t eat anything except yogurt, at least Lin still has biscuits or something. After getting enough food and clothing, Feng looked at the kitchen and found a few pieces of purple potato. "Just make some purple potato porridge. I guess she will be hungry when she wakes up."
Feng made the porridge very patiently. After adding the purple sweet potato early, he kept stirring, and added rock sugar honey before the pan. "Unfortunately, there is no coconut paste." Feng seemed a little dissatisfied. I drank a large bowl and brought another small bowl to the bed.
The little bedroom is very small, except for a bed, there is no place to sit (in fact, the bed is too big, girls prefer big beds), the dressing table is right at the end of the bed, and even the chair is omitted. Feng had no choice but to move a small stool from the living room, sat on the side of the bed, and fell asleep groggy. Having hit two spells of the spirit system in a row, it was too exhausting, and Feng slept extraordinarily with this sleep.
When Dian Dian woke up, she saw a man lying next to the bed, she was shocked, and when she saw Feng lying there, her face turned red. "Gu Gu" a little bit really hungry. "Huh? I actually have something to eat. Did he make it?" Dian Dian tasted the porridge. Although it was cold, she said, "It's so delicious." Dian Dian's face turned red.
The action of eating a little bit was a bit big, and Feng was awakened all of a sudden. "Huh? When did you wake up? Are you okay?" Feng asked.
"It's okay." The little voice was exceptionally small.
"Then I'm leaving first, there are still some things in my store" Feng was a little hastily looking for an excuse to leave.
Feng didn't go to the bookstore at all, and he was so confused that he couldn't see anyone. Feng went directly to Liangzi. There seemed to be a kind of magic in Ryoko's shop that could calm herself down.
"Something happened yesterday?" Ryoko asked, pouring a full glass of wine under her hand.
"Well, how do you know?" Feng was very strange, he didn't tell anyone about himself.
"You'll know by taking a picture yourself." Liangzi handed a compass, and the small mirror on it showed the red mark on the center of Feng's brow.
"What is this?" Feng asked.
"How do I know, but I know this is a very deep trace of illusion." Ryoko was serious. "Moreover, there are fewer than twenty people in the country who can release such illusion. I have seen one, it was from Zhongnanhai. ."
"I didn't know later last night, something must have happened in the middle." Feng recounted what happened.
"I'm dizzy when listening to this, I'll call you a warlock to ask." Ryoko picked up the phone, "Hey, where are you? Come over if you have something to do, don't bring weapons, don't fight."
Warlocks are also Ryoko's soldiers. It is said that they can use some magic techniques and the five ghosts to carry and so on. According to Ryoko, they can use scientific optical magic and psychological hints.
The warlock is here, a tall and thin young man with a short beard and wearing a sports suit. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with spells.
Feng recounted the matter again.
"It sounds like you are a curse of darkness. This technique is inherently unsolvable. You can only wait for time to pass, infer from your memory fragments, and analyze your usual personality. If no one stops this technique, the final result will be You should have committed suicide," said the warlock.
"Suicide? How can I commit suicide when I am in a coma?"
"In the nightmare you can commit suicide, such as stop your heartbeat, stop breathing, etc. But because of a very complicated pupil technique'Nightmare Transfer' cast by that girl, your nightmare was changed to her, the grass in your memory. The singing of the white pigeons are all her dreams designed. And your nightmare does not have a big impact on her, so she woke up as soon as she slept."
"Are there any sequelae of this nightmare transfer?"
"Sequences? I haven't heard of it, but this pupil technique can only be performed once, and it requires virgin eyebrows and blood. It is very complicated. No one I know knows this. This technique has long been a legend." Warlock It is strange that nightmare transfer is a thaumaturgy unheard of in a century, and it actually appeared in such a small city.
"By the way, that girl is still a purple pupil, which is strange enough," Feng added.
"No wonder, Zitong is here, and the Hundred Ghosts succumbed." The warlock took a deep breath, "If this person is our enemy, it would be bad. We have no way to resist. Fortunately," the warlock looked at Feng, "You owe you. How can you pay it back if you have a grown-up favor?"
"You can't agree with your body," Feng muttered.
"Go to hell!" Ryoko shouted fiercely.
"You really have to go and see people. The pupils who have done the big pupil surgery are very weak. At this time, it will be troublesome for people to take advantage of the weakness." said the warlock.
"Who has nothing to do to provoke a purple pupil?" Feng said, Feng decided to go there again in the afternoon, but before that, he had to meet Kui Mulang.
"We are all responsible for what happened yesterday. It was the dereliction of the White Tiger Department. We did not know this vampire bat plan in advance and put the principal in distress." Kui Mulang took the initiative to admit his mistake.
"It's nothing, isn't it all clear now? There is such a master on the other side. It's not simple, not simple." Feng also said with emotion, illusion or something, oh my god, this is not reading fantasy novels.
"Through what happened yesterday, we all have a precaution. I have already told Dou Muqi that he will arrange for someone to protect you. They are all excellent."
"Then trouble them." Feng didn't dare to ask big, his opponent was too cruel. "I have to go to the purple pupil in a while."
"Huh? I didn't have time in the morning to make up XXOO now?" Kui Mulang never forgot to laugh.
"Someone told me that I was extremely weak after casting that kind of large pupil surgery, and there was no one around the girl."
Kui Mulang had an expression that I didn’t listen to the explanation, so Feng wanted to punch him with his fist, but unfortunately he couldn’t beat him.
"Why are you here again?" Little by little, he was surprised to see Feng carrying a lot of things.
Feng looked at the little bit in pajamas standing at the door, and was very helpless, "Just like you, are you going to eat instant noodles for three days?" The spring light under the pajamas is really sultry, and the little figure is very good, with bumps. , Coupled with the sweet voice, and the shyness caused by weakness, really make people have the urge to commit a crime. Fortunately, our Feng is a saint, and the saint can sit back and relax.
"I said, would you let me go in and let others see that we are standing like this is not good, you are still wearing a pajamas." There is a word Feng did not say: the pajamas are still sexy. "Do you change your clothes? I can't stand this temptation no matter how strong your concentration is."