Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

This time it was even more rapid, like a heartbeat, one beat after another, oppressive to the heart.

Footsteps suddenly came from the end of the street, soft yet impossible to ignore.

The five men turned around alertly at the same time, but the woman remained standing still.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at the street corner.

It's a man.

Wearing a black trench coat, her silver hair fluttering slightly, her brows conveying an undisguised arrogance and weariness.

"It's him!" Chenxi's pupils contracted sharply, and she roared, "Old bastard!!! I knew you were still alive!!"

The man merely glanced at Chenxi indifferently, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips: "You've finally made it in."

"You said 'Finally in?! Damn it!'" Chenxi kicked a stone slab away. "Back then, you were the one who sealed us outside the Dream Gate, weren't you?!"

The man did not deny it.

He walked slowly closer, his gaze falling on the little girl: "You waking up is what I'm most worried about. Because when you truly awaken, the dream will collapse, and reality will be reshaped."

The man in the red robe suddenly spoke: "Who is he?"

The man looked up at the man in red robes, a momentary look of surprise on his face, before slowly saying:

“I am the second generation Dream Guardian… Su Ting.”

The air suddenly froze into ice.

Chu Mo's gaze changed, shifting from anger to a deep, thoughtful expression.

"So it was you. The one who betrayed the first Dream Guardian and escaped the Mirror Prison alone."

Su Ting nodded, offering no rebuttal.

He slowly walked towards the little girl, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head in greeting: "Welcome back, young lady. You have awakened, so... please make your true judgment."

"A verdict?!" Chenxi roared, "You son of a bitch, do you even have any sense of reason? Why should we obey a traitor?!"

The little girl slowly opened her eyes.

Chapter 1143 I'm Here to Make a Judgment

Her eyes, like a sea of ​​stars, reflected the entire city.

She whispered, "I'm not here to make a choice."

"I'm here to make a decision."

The moment she finished speaking, the entire street collapsed with a deafening roar!

A massive projection of consciousness slowly rose up, composed of millions of shattered mirrors, each displaying a constantly changing image of a person.

"The Court of Memories has been opened." A cold voice echoed in the air. "The subjects of the trial: all members of the original Dream Guardians."

"Trial content: all the choices, lies, and betrayals you have made."

"Please—show yourself."

In the middle of the street, the reflections of the five people began to distort, and one after another, illusory shadows slowly crawled out of the mirror, revealing familiar faces, but with completely different expressions.

The first illusion was Dawn—except that he was wielding a sharp blade and killing his own companions.

"This is... fake... right?" Chenxi's eyes widened, and she took several steps back. "How could I... possibly kill my teammate?!"

The illusion sneered, "You killed them... for power."

Another figure slowly stood up—it was Su Ting.

But what he held in his hand was not the hilt of a sword, but a blood-stained seal.

He knelt beneath the throne, surrounded by corpses, his eyes cold, as if everything was calculated.

“Impossible…I’ve never seen these things before…” Su Ting murmured, “This isn’t me.”

But the mirror image responded: "This is your desire, your true thoughts that you've suppressed for too long. You want to be the master who controls everything."

Chu Mo's face was extremely gloomy.

He saw images of himself burning down the city.

That fire swallowed up countless civilians, children, and even... a woman in a white dress.

He suddenly covered his face: "Enough...don't make me see this..."

But the illusion continued to speak.

Every word was like a knife or a sword, piercing straight into the soul.

When the last mirror lit up, everyone's expression changed.

In that final reflection—the little girl stood.

She held a scroll of judgment, and four coffins floated around her, each with a name written on its lid:

【Dawn】

【Chu Mo】

[Su Ting]

[Su Ting]

The fifth coffin was half-covered, and it had two characters written on it.

[Little Miss]

With a roar, Chenxi swung his battle axe at his own illusion, yelling, "To hell with it! I would never kill my own brothers!!"

The illusion sneered without speaking, and with a slash of its blade in the void, the scene of the battlefield suddenly appeared before Chenxi's eyes—rivers of blood, and amidst severed limbs and remains, a blurry figure had its head severed by its own hand.

"that's me?"

“You killed him,” the illusion said calmly. “You always knew who it was, but you didn’t remember.”

The man in red robes whispered, "Dawn, hold on. This isn't real."

Ke Chenxi was trembling all over, his eyes began to wander, as if he was struggling between memory and reality.

On the other side, Chu Mo had already knelt on the ground, his hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, "It's not true... that woman isn't dead at all! She just left, left..."

The woman in the mirror looked up, her white dress stained with blood, her eyes dark, and murmured as she gazed at him, "You don't love me...you only love power."

Chu Mo roared, "Shut up!!! How could you, a broken mirror, possibly understand how much I love her!!!"

Su Ting watched all of this in silence, then slowly looked at the little girl, "Now, they are all stuck in their memories."

The little girl gently raised her hand. "Not 'they,' but 'we.'"

Chapter 1144 Please Answer the Question

As soon as he finished speaking, the fifth coffin slowly opened.

Inside, there was herself, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

The dream-like lampposts lining the street suddenly shook violently, their light distorting and warping, and blurry figures emerged from the light and shadow, reaching out fingers to grab at the crowd.

"The trial begins," the cold voice continued. "Please answer the questions."

Are you willing to take responsibility for all the choices you made in the past?

No one spoke.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the tower could be heard, like a mournful lament.

The little girl finally spoke up: "I'll answer for them."

Her eyes no longer held a naive innocence, but rather a cold solemnity and compassion beyond her years.

“I don’t accept this past.”

All five illusions turned their heads to look at them.

The little girl continued, "Because these... are not their choices."

boom! !

The entire Court of Consciousness is beginning to collapse!

The mirrored figures screamed angrily and lunged at her with all their might before they shattered.

Just then, Su Ting's figure flashed and he stood in front of the little girl.

An ancient runic array rose behind him, its silver light swirling like a sealing wall.

“There’s still enough time,” Su Ting said in a low voice. “At least, there’s one last chance before the real trial begins.”

Su Ting's eyes flickered: "You mean, it's possible to rewrite history?"

“It’s not about rewriting,” Su Ting glanced back at him, “but about making another choice.”

The little girl sighed softly and slowly walked towards Su Ting. "Do you know why I woke up?"

Su Ting remained silent for a long while, then said, "You don't want to see more people die."