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

Countless thoughts erupted in the same second, like billions of stars illuminating the night sky.

Su Ting suddenly raised his hand, and the dream core emerged, resonating with these thoughts.

I think—the clock tower has collapsed!

boom--!

The entire clock tower trembled violently, the crystal emitted a piercing wail, and a crack spread down from the top.

The silver-robed man's eyes widened: "Impossible! How can a mortal's dream... shake the 'Pillar of Time'!"

“You’re wrong.” Su Ting slowly walked towards him, each step carrying the weight of a dream. “A dream is never an escape for the weak. It is the **initial courage**—the moment when you dare to close your eyes and say ‘If only…’ even knowing you won’t succeed.”

Mengli landed gently beside him, her smile radiant: "Now, it's our turn to set the rules."

She tilted her head and looked at the man in the silver robe: "I said... from now on, every time you tell a lie, your tongue will grow an inch longer."

"You—!" the silver-robed man roared, "I am the Chief Justice of the Time, how dare you—"

"Snapped."

His tongue instantly stretched a foot long, hanging down to his chest.

The crowd erupted in astonished laughter.

“I said—all the imprisoned dream cores are free.”

Su Ting raised his hand, and the dream core transformed into a rain of light that fell.

The crystal clock tower shattered with a deafening roar, sending countless points of light soaring into the air like a meteor shower flying towards every sleeping soul.

The man in the silver robe knelt on the ground, his scepter shattered, and time began to confuse him—his hair flickered between black and white, and his face shimmered between youth and old age.

"Why... am I getting old?" he asked, trembling. "I clearly... control time..."

“Because you’ve never truly lived.” Mengli crouched down and looked at him. “You’re just repeating, not living. And dreams… are proof of being alive.”

In the distance, the pink pig-shaped machine was clumsily helping an elderly person who had fallen to their feet.

The little girl finally smiled and ran over to hug it.

Su Ting looked up at the sky—the gear-shaped clouds were dispersing, and a ray of real sunlight shone on Zhongcheng for the first time.

Chapter 1237 You Always Appear and Disappear Unpredictably

"Ding."

The soft sound came again.

In the void, the figure of the girl in the cloth dress appeared, blinking: "This time... they're starting to dream."

Mengli raised an eyebrow: "You always appear and disappear so mysteriously, can't you just finish what you're saying at once?"

The girl just smiled and said, "The next door is already waiting for you."

She raised her hand, pointing to a new crack that had appeared in the sky—

There, four words emerged:

Xinghai Stage.

Su Ting and Meng Li exchanged a glance.

"A play?" Mengli laughed. "This time... isn't it our turn to go on stage?"

Su Ting held her hand and whispered:

"Would you like to choose your role first—Empress or Swordswoman?"

“The Empress is too dull, and the heroine isn’t flamboyant enough.” Mengli raised her chin, her eyes blazing like flames. “I want to be—the role that no one dares to write on the stage.”

Su Ting chuckled: "Then you'd better be careful. The Starry Sea Stage... Legend has it that when you act out a scene, the character will come to life; when you act to the extreme, even the screenwriter will be killed."

“That’s perfect.” Mengli blinked and parted her red lips slightly. “I’ve always wanted to see who the true master of the story is.”

Before the words were even finished, the crack in the sky suddenly widened, and a dazzling stream of stars poured down from the void, enveloping the entire Bell City. Streets, machinery, and crowds all turned into stardust, then instantly reformed—

Before us stood a colossal stage suspended above the Milky Way.

The vermilion-lacquered beams and carved pillars, along with the golden silk curtains, swayed gently in the invisible wind. There were no seats below; only the countless stars served as the eyes of the audience, gazing silently. In the center of the stage stood an ancient bronze mirror, its surface indistinct, seemingly reflecting the deepest desires of the human heart.

"Welcome." A languid female voice came from above.

The two looked up.

A woman reclines on a crescent-shaped chair at the highest point of the stage, dressed in a dark theatrical robe with silver snake patterns embroidered on the collar. In her hand she holds a writing brush, but the droplets from its tip are not ink, but **flowing stardust**.

“I am the ‘writer’ of this stage—Mo Wan.” She smiled slightly. “You are intruders, and also… actors.”

"Actresses?" Mengli raised an eyebrow. "We don't act out other people's stories."

"Oh?" Mo Wan raised an eyebrow. "So what kind of performance do you want to put on?"

“Ours,” Su Ting said calmly, “the kind without a script.”

Mo Wan chuckled, and with a flick of her pen, stardust scattered into the air, coalescing into lines of text:

[Character generation in progress...]

【Name: Meng Li — Identity: Dream Rebel, Nameless Actor】

[Ability: Words become law, but for every "I think" uttered, a true memory must be sacrificed]

[Restriction: If booed by the audience three times, one's soul returns to the script, and one is relegated to a supporting role forever.]

After she finished reading, her smile faded slightly: "Mengli, you want to use 'I want,' but the price is your memories. Do you still dare to say it?"

Mengli laughed, a laugh that was both arrogant and dangerous: "I'm not afraid of forgetting—**what I'm afraid of is never having lived at all**."

She turned to face the ancient bronze mirror and whispered, "I think... we should burn that pen first."

The mirror surface rippled violently.

Mo Wan's pen trembled, and the stardust scattered! She looked up abruptly, her pupils contracting: "You... how could you directly influence the 'writer'?!"

“Because I’m not acting.” Mengli walked down the steps, her red dress fluttering like fire. “I’m rewriting the story.”

Su Ting stood there, watching Meng Li's retreating figure, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. He knew—when she said "I want to" just now, her right hand unconsciously touched her forehead. That was a sign that she always had amnesia.

"What did you offer?" he asked in a low voice.

Chapter 1238 Manipulating Dreams

Mengli turned around and smiled brightly: "You forgot about your first day of elementary school. Was it worth it? Of course—after all, I don't want to hear about how embarrassing it was for you to write an essay and the teacher mispronounced your name for the rest of your life."

Su Ting choked: "...Why did you remember it for so long?"

“Because it’s funny.” She blinked. “Besides, I’ll always remember the way you smile.”

Mo Wan sneered and drew another line with her pen: "Rule Two: Su Ting, you are not free either."

New characters appeared in the air:

[Name: Su Ting - Identity: Dream Guardian, Puppet Master]

[Ability: Can manipulate the dreams of others, but each time it is used, the dream will encroach on reality by an inch.]

[Restriction: If the Dream Core is exposed for more than ten breaths, it will be swallowed by the stage and turned into the scenery for the next scene.]

"Manipulating dreams?" Su Ting scoffed. "Are you treating people like shadow puppets?"

"Whether it's shadow puppetry or a puppet show," Mo Wan said, gently shaking her pen, "as long as the audience enjoys it, it's a good show."

Suddenly, the stars below the stage stirred.

A deep male voice came from the depths of the starry sea: "This play... is against the rules."

Everyone looked up.

At the edge of the Milky Way, a black obsidian opera ship slowly approached. At the bow stood an old man wearing a gold-threaded opera robe, his hair and beard all white, holding a bamboo scroll in his hand, on which was written—"The Script of Destiny".

"The Fate Judge?" Mo Wan's expression changed slightly. "How dare you interfere with the Star Sea Stage?!"

"You may be free to act, but you must not disregard fate." The old man's voice was like a bell. "All who enter this stage must perform according to the script. Those who violate it will be eliminated."

With a wave of his hand, the bamboo slips unfurled, pointing directly at Mengli and Suting:

[Verdict: The dreamer and the dream guardian, their destinies are 'disordered,' immediately banished to the backstage, forever sealed between the lines.]

"Ha!" Mengli laughed loudly, "You two, one writing and one judging, are quite the perfect teamwork? But did you ask us—**whether we're willing to act**?!"

She suddenly raised her hand, facing the ancient bronze mirror, and said, word by word:

“I think… the first page of this ‘Destiny Script’ says—**The protagonist is dead**.”

Mirror-like luster skyrocketed!

The bamboo slips suddenly trembled violently, and the first page flipped over with a "whoosh"—revealing blood-red characters:

[The protagonist, Mo Wan, will lose all her luck within three days and die on the stage.]

"Impossible!" Mo Wan screamed, clutching her chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Fate Judge glared angrily: "Defying fate?! You actually dared to shake the Book of Fate with your dream core?!"