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

"You think reality... is something you can control?" The little girl's eyes suddenly turned cold, the wind chimes rang softly again, and the entire room was suddenly plunged into boundless darkness.

A whisper reached Su Ting's ear—

That was the familiar whisper of a dream.

"The dream... is not over yet."

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a completely unfamiliar world.

The city streets are gone, replaced by a vast, boundless dreamlike grassland, where the sound of wind chimes echoes melodiously in the wind.

Zhong Meng stood not far away, her eyes resolute.

The little girl's figure floated in mid-air, surrounded by the power of the Dream Source.

"Welcome to the edge of dreams." He smiled slightly. "This time, you will never wake up again."

Su Ting took a step forward, his voice steady: "We will not lose."

"Won't wake up?" Zhong Meng smiled slightly. "Then let's... wake up the dream again."

The wind chimes tinkled softly, and the boundaries of the dream slowly swayed.

Darkness and light intertwine, and the order of time and reality is on the verge of collapse at this moment.

“You said reality is too cold…” Su Ting slowly raised his hand, the Key to Broken Dreams shimmering in his palm, “But dreams should not be a prison.”

“We…” he said, each word distinct, his voice piercing through the gap between dreams and reality.

"Wake up."

"Are you sure?" The little girl's eyes flickered slightly, and her voice suddenly softened.

Zhong Meng slowly raised his hand, and the Dream Core shone brightly in his palm: "We have chosen reality. We will not turn back."

The little girl looked at them, remained silent for a moment, then chuckled softly: "How interesting... Do you really think you're choosing your dreams?"

Chapter 1171 The Suffocating Allure

He slowly closed his eyes: "The boundaries of dreams have never been determined by you."

The wind chimes rang again.

The core of the dream slowly rose from his chest; it was a blurry sphere of light, yet it exuded a suffocating attraction.

Su Ting's heart sank suddenly.

"He...is trying to forcibly awaken the dormant power of dreams?!"

"No, he wants to... open the ultimate door to dreams." Zhong Meng's expression changed drastically.

What's behind the door...?

Just as Su Ting was about to ask further questions, the portal to the dream world slowly opened under the little girl's control.

Beyond the door, amidst the blurred light and shadow, countless figures emerged—

“That was… a dreamer from the past.”

“They haven’t woken up yet,” the little girl said coldly. “I won’t let you suffer the same fate.”

"Unless... you are willing to come with me and sink into the deepest part of the dream."

Looking at the door, Su Ting felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He slowly gripped the Key to the Broken Dream and took a firm step forward.

“We will not be taken away by dreams.” His voice was clear and resolute.

"We will end it with our own hands."

“Su Ting…” Zhong Meng looked at him, a hint of trust and determination flashing in her eyes.

He smiled slightly and walked towards Su Ting's side.

"The dream has ended."

"We must also awaken all those who are still asleep."

Their hands were clasped tightly together, and the light of the dream core converged between them.

And the door that was about to open... began to tremble slowly at that moment.

"You want to go in?" The little girl looked at them with deep eyes.

"I want to know—what's hidden behind the door?"

Su Ting smiled faintly, his steps firm.

The sound of wind chimes surged in like a tide, rising and falling around my ears, like whispers or weeping.

Su Ting stopped three feet in front of the light gate. Zhong Meng stood behind him, her hands trembling slightly, but she held the light emanating from the Dream Core firmly.

Behind the door, the blurry light and shadow slowly rotated, like countless dreamers trapped in a dream, peeking through the crack in the door, or like souls that had been asleep for too long, trying to return.

The little girl's figure floated in the air, her eyes as deep as well water, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you really sure you want to go in?" he said slowly, his voice both seductive and chilling. "The core of the dream is the source of all dreamers' slumber. If you go in... you may never come back."

“We will not fall asleep.” Su Ting raised the Key to the Remnant Dream, his gaze as firm as a sword.

“We will wake everyone up,” Zhong Meng replied, her tone no longer hesitant.

“The core of a dream is something we must confront,” Su Ting said, looking at the little girl. “It doesn’t belong to you, nor to any individual. It is the culmination of everyone’s wishes and emotions. And you are merely a lost echo, not entitled to the power to control dreams.”

"The lost echo?" the little girl repeated softly, her eyes suddenly darkening. "I am the beginning of the dream, your 'unrealized' self. You imprisoned me in a corner of your memory, forgot me... but I never left."

Zhong Meng sneered: "Then why did you run away? Why are you afraid to face it?"

The little girl's lips twitched slightly: "Face? You have no idea what the end of a dream is."

He gently raised his hand, and the portal suddenly expanded, unleashing an irresistible suction force.

Su Ting felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly loosen, as if the entire space was collapsing.

Chapter 1172 The Sleeping Dreamer

"Not good!" Chu Mo's voice came from behind, but it was too late to stop him.

The portal opened like an abyss, and Su Ting and Zhong Meng stepped into that unknown halo almost simultaneously.

Everything in front of me was a white blur.

The moment their feet stepped into it, it was as if they had fallen into a silent lake, where even time seemed to stand still.

“This is…” Zhong Meng whispered.

Su Ting slowly opened his eyes, and the scene before him began to appear.

An endless mirror-like lake appeared before my eyes, and countless images floated on its surface—memories of people who had once been lost in dreams.

Some people are crying by the lake, some are running in their dreams, and some are smiling with their eyes closed.

“These are… the sleeping dreamers,” Su Ting said softly.

“So… they never woke up.” Zhong Meng’s voice trembled slightly. “They were just… trapped in the memories of the past.”

Su Ting looked down and saw his own blurry reflection in the lake.

At that moment, he could almost hear the questions echoing in his own mind: Are dreams really false? Are the emotions within dreams false?

"Have we... also tried to escape in our dreams?" Zhongmeng murmured.

"Perhaps," Su Ting nodded, "but escaping is not the way to go."

He slowly walked towards the center of the lake, the water beneath his feet seemingly possessing some kind of supporting power.

“The Dream Core is guiding us,” he said, looking up into the distance. “The true core behind the door… should be just ahead.”

Suddenly, the lake surface began to shake violently.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from underwater.

"The lingering echo of a dream?!" Zhong Meng exclaimed in a low voice.

The dark figure slowly emerged from the water, transforming into a blurry female silhouette.

"Who is he?" Su Ting frowned.

"I don't know... but his existence seems to be somewhat related to the Dream Core." Zhong Meng squinted as she observed.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, her gaze empty and lifeless.

"Are you... another segment of the Dream Core's will?" Su Ting asked tentatively.

The female silhouette opened her mouth, but the sound was a whisper woven from countless other sounds.

Who he is... doesn't matter. What matters is, where do you think you're going?

“We’re not running away.” Su Ting stepped forward, his gaze resolute. “We’re here to find the answer to the true dream.”

Zhong Meng gripped the core of his dream tightly: "We will no longer indulge, nor will we be afraid."

Are you willing to face your own dreams?