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

"Dream Core?" Meng Li licked her lips, her smile chilling. "You call that a Dream Core? I say—it's a **Fire Seed**."

Su Ting stepped forward and took her hand: "Don't say it anymore. If you use 'I think' again, you'll forget something more important."

"For example?" Mengli tilted her head.

“For example… how did we meet?” Su Ting stared at her.

Mengli was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "So what? Even if I forget the past, I will fall in love with you all over again on this stage."

Su Ting was deeply shaken.

Just then, on the opera boat, the Fate Officer roared, "Activate—**Dream Lock**!"

Chains, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, descended from the void and hurtled towards the two.

"Want to win?" Mengli sneered. "I said—turn all these chains into rose vines!"

"Wait!" Su Ting shouted urgently, "This time, it's my turn!"

He released her hand, then abruptly pressed the Dream Core into his chest, growling:

"I think... this play—**has no ending**!"

boom--!

The entire stage trembled violently, stars fell, and the curtains burst into flames. The "Destiny Script" shattered into stardust in mid-air, Mo Wan's brush snapped with a "crack," and the Determiner's bamboo slips crumbled inch by inch!

Chapter 1239 A Play Without an Ending

"No—!" the Fates roared to the sky, "A play without an ending will devour everyone!"

“Then let the devouring come even more fiercely.” Su Ting gasped for breath, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he smiled calmly. “Dreams should be free—**even if it’s uncontrolled freedom**.”

Mengli rushed towards him and supported his swaying body: "Are you crazy? Using the Dream Core to directly confront the Book of Fate, you will disappear!"

“But you’re still standing.” He coughed up a mouthful of blood and said softly, “That’s enough.”

Mo Wan slumped to the ground, trembling as she looked at the broken pen: "It's over... the stage is out of control... the audience... is about to wake up..."

Sure enough, the stars below the stage began to stir, transforming into countless **human faces**—arousing countless slumbering people from their dreams.

"Is this...the real world?" someone murmured.

"Have we been acting in someone else's play all along?"

"I don't want to be a supporting character anymore!"

The sea of ​​stars surged, and the stage crumbled.

In this chaotic moment, a childish voice rang out:

Shh—they acted very well.

A girl in a cloth skirt appeared at the edge of the stage at some point, barefoot in the air, holding a tattered little notebook in her hands.

She turned to a page and read softly:

"The next scene—**Ten thousand people on stage, writing the ending together**."

Mengli suddenly looked up: "Who exactly are you?!"

The girl just smiled and handed her the notebook: "Want to give it a try? Write down the story you want to tell... But this time, **use your heart, not your dreams**."

Mengli stared at the notebook, hesitated for a moment, and was about to reach out—

"Don't touch it!" Su Ting suddenly shouted, "That's the 'Book of the Heart Core'! Those who give their true hearts can no longer lie... can no longer escape."

The girl tilted her head and blinked: "Those who can escape are never in the play, right?"

There was silence.

Mengli took a deep breath and suddenly smiled.

Instead of taking the book, she took Su Ting's hand, faced the billions of stars, and said loudly:

"Everyone—would you like to see a play where **no one has ever written an ending**?"

The sea of ​​stars fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, millions of voices rang out:

"think!!!"

Mo Wan murmured, "You... really want to destroy all the rules?"

“It’s not about destroying.” Mengli turned around, her eyes burning with an inextinguishable fire. “It’s about starting over.”

She gripped Su Ting's hand tightly, looked up at the still-cracking sky, and whispered:

“I say… this Starry Sea Stage, from now on—**will only stage true dreams**.”

Su Ting suddenly smiled and whispered:

"Then what do you say... for our next performance, how about we play a couple who elope?"

Mengli was taken aback, then burst into laughter:

"You'd better think this through—once the show starts, there won't be a script to save you."

“I don’t need a script.” He gazed at her, his voice firm. “I only need you.”

A hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, which she then raised an eyebrow:

"Okay—then you'll have to catch up with me first."

"Catch up with you?" Su Ting wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and laughed. "But I've been chasing you my whole life."

Before he finished speaking, he shifted his feet, creating ripples in the air as if he were ascending on invisible stairs. Mengli turned and ran, her red dress billowing like flames. She leaped from the edge of the shattered stage, her toes lightly touching the scattered stardust, and like a dragonfly skimming the water, she sped towards the depths of the Milky Way.

"Want to pursue me?" She turned around, her laughter clear and melodious. "Then you'll have to ask the stars behind me if they'll allow it!"

She suddenly raised her hand, her palm shimmering with light: "I want... every star to sing a line of my song!"

In an instant, billions of stars trembled, and faces formed from starlight simultaneously parted their lips—

Chapter 1240 The Puppet Show

Some hummed nursery rhymes, some whispered love poems, some roared and cursed, some sighed softly... Thousands of voices intertwined into a vast wave of sound, rushing towards Su Ting like a tide.

"Are you insane?!" Su Ting staggered amidst the shouts, his eardrums nearly bursting. "These are their dreams! You're prying open other people's souls!"

“Yes.” Mengli stood atop a falling meteor, her skirts billowing. “This is the real dream! It’s not a puppet show you control, not a script written by Mo Wan, and not a destiny judged by the Fate Seeker—it’s the **words that millions of people truly want to say but dare not say**!”

She stretched out her hand, her voice cutting through the noise: "Didn't you say you wanted to play an actress who eloped? Then come on—cross this sea of ​​dreams, find me, and it'll count!"

Su Ting gritted his teeth and suddenly closed his eyes.

He clasped his hands together, placing them on his heart, and a pale silver talisman appeared between his brows—the true form of the "Dream Core." It was slowly cracking, seeping out fine threads of light, like weeping stars.

“I…don’t want to control dreams,” he whispered. “I want to—**borrow a dream, to walk a path**.”

He opened his eyes, and his pupils had transformed into a swirling galaxy.

"I want to... borrow a child's dream and go back to the night he saw his first play."

As soon as he finished speaking, the noise stopped abruptly.

Among countless stars, a tiny point of light gently illuminates. It is an old wooden house with torn windows. A seven or eight-year-old boy leans against the window, tiptoeing as he looks at the makeshift thatched stage at the village entrance. On the stage, a female singer in red is twirling her flowing sleeves, singing lyrics that no one understands.

“Mother said…the opera singer is crazy,” the boy muttered to himself, “but her eyes shine like stars.”

Su Ting's figure quietly appeared below the stage, looking down at his younger self.

He crouched down and whispered, "Do you remember her?"

The boy nodded: "That older sister said that no one dares to write her plays."

Su Ting smiled.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it on the edge of the dream: "I want... this night to never end."

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​dreams trembled, and the rural opera spread out like ripples, layer upon layer, merging into millions of other dreams—some dreamed of themselves on stage, waving their sleeves; some dreamed of tearing up contracts, resigning, and leaving; some dreamed of holding their loved one's hand and rushing out of the wedding venue…

The sea of ​​stars is surging; we are no longer passive spectators, but millions of plays that are awakening.

And reality—or rather, the "truth" defined by the stage—is collapsing.

Mo Wan slumped into the broken crescent chair, staring at the broken star-studded pen in her hand, and murmured, "You... made the dream... backfire on the script?"

The Fate Judge stood atop the wrecked theatrical boat, the bamboo slips now reduced to ashes. Trembling, he pointed at Su Ting: "You who disrupt dreams... how dare you deviate from the path of destiny!"

“Destiny?” Su Ting emerged from the sea of ​​dreams, his steps firm, his robes fluttering. “If fate decrees that I am a puppet on strings, then I would rather—have a dream that is out of control!”

He suddenly looked up at the girl in the cloth dress standing at the edge of the stage: "You are the true writer, aren't you? The Book of the Core... is never a continuation of the rules, but the **return of all suppressed dreams**."

The girl looked down and flipped through her notebook, saying softly, "I'm only responsible for collecting tears and laughter... As for what to write, that depends on whether you dare to put pen to paper."

Su Ting strode towards Meng Li.

She stood at the end of a star bridge spanning the Milky Way, the wind tousling her long hair, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Chapter 1241 There is nowhere to escape