"Perhaps, this is a different kind of reincarnation, a unique ability of my brother." "The same flower blooms in different worlds. Whether it is you or me, we know the same person." Xu Moli made the final conclusion. The tone was complicated. For her, this was a good thing, which meant that her brother remembered her completely. But looking at the witch opposite her, the witch she personally sent to her brother, Xu Moli couldn't be happy. Obviously she came first... Obviously she was the first... If she could be more decisive... Xu Moli suddenly fell silent.
There was both guilt for what happened in the past and uneasiness about the current development of the situation. She was a little unsure whether to stick to the original plan and reunite with her brother until the real body came. Repeated in hesitation. Indecisive in hesitation. In the end, Xu Moli's figure slowly dissipated in front of Krisha, and her consciousness returned to the real body, and she fell into a long thought. Krisha's sudden appearance successfully interrupted the fairy's original plan. "Strange person..." "But he is indeed a kind person." Standing in the universe for a long time. The witch gave such an evaluation. She is an emotionally indifferent witch, a shadow that cannot survive without the sun. She cannot understand or agree with Xu Moli's attitude of caring but hesitating to meet. Now. The mentor's troubles have been solved, and the witch decided to continue to accompany the mentor. "Buzz——", the space trembles. Krisa took a step forward with the magic wand, and the surrounding time and space changed. When it stabilized again, she had returned to Xu Xi's room from the vast universe. On the bed, Xu Xi was protected in the magic barrier and slept soundly. The witch stared at the face for a long time. As if remembering, as if recalling. Until the sun showed signs of rising in the east, she took the small wooden chair, disappeared calmly in the ripples of space, and returned to the room chosen by Xu Xi for her.
The witch did not want to leave a bad impression on Xu Xi. I don't want Xu Xi to see me, and I sneak in even though I'm not allowed to enter the room. "May you be well, mentor..." The indifferent and ethereal farewell echoed and dissipated in the air. ———— Dreams are silent, like a silent abyss. Dreams are magnificent, with colorful fantasies. Lying on the soft bed, Xu Xi's consciousness quickly sank, falling layer by layer in a vague state until he fell into the hazy and illusory dream world. White, boundless, like a huge crooked white cloud. Is this really a dream? Xu Xi hesitated, he felt that his consciousness was very clear, rather than dreaming, it was more like the state of Yuanying leaving the body, meditating and communicating with the world. "What is this..." Just when Xu Xi was confused. The blank world, as vast as the sea of stars, quietly emerged with colors. The colorful and mysterious dream reflected the truth of the soul and showed Xu Xi's very familiar figure. Heavy snow fell. The coldness penetrated the bones. This is the winter in Black Stone City. The white snowflakes are extremely beautiful in the mouths of the rich, but when they fall on the shoulders of the poor, even a light drop will turn into a heavy burden. "Brother, why haven't you come back yet..." The little figure curled up at the door of the wooden house. She covered her mouth with two small hands, constantly blowing air on herself, and from time to time, she would look at the end of the road, as if waiting for something. Although her nose tip was frozen and numb. Xu Xi was stunned: "Mo Li?" He subconsciously stretched out his hand to help the petite figure brush away the snowflakes. But this action. caused the dream to change. In the waving of the palm, the five-year-old girl grew up quickly, changed into a sickly appearance of thirteen or fourteen years old, lying alone on the bed in the cave.
Her eyes were dull and filled with tears, as if she had lost all hope. "I'm sorry, brother..." "It's Mo Li who dragged you down..." The fragment in front of me. It seems to be the content in the simulated world that Xu Xi is unaware of, from Xu Moli's perspective. At that time, Xu Xi was still looking for medicine in the outside world. The sick girl woke up alone in the cave. Facing the empty and deserted room and the weakness inside her body, she fell into deep self-blame. She felt that she had dragged Xu Xi down. "It's okay," Xu Xi responded softly, even though he knew that this was a dream without any feedback. Then, the dream continued to change. The clouds and mist surged, changing the world. This time, it was no longer the scene of Xu Moli, but the story of the witch with gray and silver hair walking alone in the world after Xu Xi's death. She walked in the corners of the world, and the corners of the world stored her stories. Like a ghost. Forgotten. Walking alone into the unknown. "Teacher, what should I do..." The confused witch looked up at the sky, the sunIt was blazing, but not the witch's sun. She was at a loss, not knowing where to go. In Xu Xi's silence, Krisa in the dream began to try to carry out the common memories she and Xu Xi had. She once dominated the world's dragon species and cultivated a bunch of colorful dragon blood grass. She once roamed alone in the sea, watching the illusory rainbow fall, but couldn't touch it. She once settled in a small town for a short time, and filled her only house with Xu Xi's daily necessities, creating the illusion that Xu Xi was still alive. And tried to do something that might be praised by Xu Xi. "Teacher, look." "I can also use chopsticks well..." "I won't drop them casually like before..." At the quiet dining table. The witch's fingers were no longer clumsy, and she used chopsticks skillfully to pick up a piece of monster meat and put it in the empty bowl opposite. The sun shone down heartlessly.
But it didn't bring warmth to the witch. She could only numb herself through this deception and provide herself with motivation to move forward. "Moli, Krisa..." The dream projected the past. In the real world, Xu Xi has reunited with the witch and is confident in his sister's safety. But facing such a picture, his heart will still be touched. The simulation is real. The experience exists. The stories between people create unique emotions. These are unforgettable. However, just when Xu Xi was sad, the picture of the dream surged again, and the images of Xu Moli and Krisa appeared at the same time. Not in childhood, nor in simulation. But thoroughly. The posture of a strong man after the end of two simulations. "Ah?" Xu Xi was stunned, and saw that his sister and the student in the picture started a fierce battle, which made the stars explode and the space collapse. The more they fought, the more fierce they were, and there was a tendency to destroy the entire universe. "Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Xu Xi in the dream wanted to stop it. But the battle was too violent and swallowed him up. The picture was broken. Dizziness came. In the slightly dazzling morning sun, Xu Xi opened his eyes, his face slightly tired: "Is it really a dream?" "However, at my current level, I shouldn't have such a weird dream. Is it some kind of omen?"