When does it start?

She realized that the so-called beautiful dream was nothing but built on the suffering of her own people.

Every time I make those people smile, one of my fellow tribesmen will be tortured by the backlash of pain.

You were born to be a nightmare.

It should follow the formal guidelines of nightmare.

What is a nightmare?

Hesitation in the waves, fear and dream turn into nightmare.

Your existence has never been related to beauty. The things you do against the grain will eventually become the causes you have planted, and you are only receiving the fruits now.

The little monster in the darkness was at a loss as to what to do and wanted to explain.

Who to explain to? It doesn't matter.

The important thing is that she still can't give up that naive fantasy until now.

Maybe there is another way.

Perhaps we can stop relying on giving people nightmares and reaping other people's suffering for food.

us.......

Stop making excuses for your weakness.

[Things that bring good things will have good things to do, and things born and raised by nature cannot escape fate]

The little monster squatted on the ground and covered his ears.

I dare not listen, I dare not look, and I dare not think.

Even in the deepest darkness.

She also wants to change all this.

It's a pity that she couldn't do anything. After all, she had offered her body, her memories and everything she had experienced as a carrier of atonement.

The little monster now doesn’t even have the chance to be reborn.

That being the case.

Then why did she return to the tree that once made her stop and look curiously?

Do I still have the right to dream?

Or was this not a dream?

"Silly roe deer."

The little monster shrank back in fear at the sound behind him.

She doesn't even have a complete body now.

The whole existence seemed so blurry.

But that silly look on his face can never be changed.

"At least you knew to come back here."

The man was wearing a simple robe and his long hair hung on his shoulders.

The little monster didn't dare to look directly at his face and could only look at his hands.

She noticed the man had one hand behind his back.

In the other hand, he was holding a branch.

"That day when you were on top of the tower, fighting with the boy who was not yet the Heart of the World, and ended up dying and about to be devoured by the nightmare, did you remember that there was a small sapling that held up your body in the darkness?"

The little monster tilted his head.

She didn't seem to understand what the man was saying.

The top of the tower? What top of the tower? Have you ever fought with anyone there?

But fighting is so scary, I don’t want to fight.

"Ah." The man patted her head with a twig.

"Forget it. It seems that the spirit is not with me."

He turned around and looked at the big tree and spoke as if talking to himself.

"The little sapling that held you up has now grown into this shape."

His voice was gentle, as if he didn't want to scare the little animal.

"It can be considered a coincidence. This sapling was originally a branch I cut off, hoping it could save your life. After the battle on the top of the tower, it was picked up by someone and finally returned to the Heart of the World. It was also a stroke of luck."

"I ask you, silly roe deer, do you want to go back?"

go back?

where?

Looking at Xiao Yao's confused expression, the man smiled and said, "You have the answer in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here with me."

I want to... go back... to the place where the nightmare monster lives?

No…I don’t want to go back there.

So where should I go back to?

At this moment.

This peaceful scene was suddenly torn apart.

The huge monster's branches pierced the man's body fiercely.

It roared and growled, as if trying to drive the man away.

[No!! Even if it's you!! You must not take away our hope to live!!]

[Kill him! He is now a dead branch! Kill him! ]

[There is no more nutrients in him! He is already a waste! Kill him! ]

"Look, this is your kind."

Blood was oozing from the corner of the man's mouth. He seemed a little tired and slowly raised his hand.

The World Tree before my eyes slowly extended a branch.

The branches and leaves gradually surrounded the little monster's body.

"It's okay... You still have a long way to go. Here, I'll carry it for you first."

Swah——

Without waiting for the little monster to answer.

The branches of the World Tree had already pulled her tightly towards the trunk.

【Catch her!!!】

[No no no!! She can’t leave!!]

[If she leaves! We will be doomed! ! ]

"Go, find your next stop."

The man had his back to the little demon, his body constantly pierced by the monster's black branches and leaves.

But he remained motionless and just stood there.

at last.

Xiao Yao could no longer see the man's figure in front of her eyes.

She came to a new scene.

It's like a dream here, with countless colorful bubbles floating around.

She ran happily after the bubbles, as if she were good friends with them.

"Hey hey! You girl! Why are you back again?!"

A rough voice came from within a bubble.

"Hey, how did you become like this?? You look like neither human nor ghost. Wait! My state isn't right either! Could it be that I exist in my memory now?! That's right, the real me is probably reincarnated by now."

"Hey! You girl! Why are you crying? Are you so unhappy about my reincarnation? Do you want me to be doomed forever? "

Invincible.

This word seemed to have triggered something.

The entire colorful world began to be torn apart and collapsed in an instant, and countless bubbles began to burst.

The little monster was so scared that he cried and tried to protect the bubbles.

But that moment the sky was torn apart.

The strange tree's twisted eye immediately glared at the little monster.

"Fuck! Fuck! What the hell did you do to me?! Don't cry! Don't cry! As long as I'm still alive, this thing can't hurt you!"

A ghost emerged from the bubble.

That is not a real soul, but the owner of this memory has a very deep impression of its existence.

That's why it appears here.

Swah——

Countless branches and leaves began to pour in from the torn sky, infecting the world.

No, don't hurt these bubbles...

They are all important dreams...

【They belong to us!!】

【This is our strength!!】

[It’s the nourishment that keeps us alive! ! Give it back! ! Give it back to me! ! ]

[You come back here too!! No matter where you run to!! I will catch you!! Come back!!!]

The branches and leaves began to sweep towards the little monster.

The soul began to move around in panic, but was swept away by the black branches every time.

"Hey! What's your ability to bully a little girl? Damn it! Come at me! Don't you want my soul? Come quickly! Don't be afraid, little girl! I'm here!!"

【What did her memory create? 】

[The empty soul has no nutrients]

【It is worthless, don’t worry about it】

"Ah! Damn it! Who are you scolding?! Who are you scolding for being worthless?! I have served the people for so many years! I am still trying to eliminate harm for the people before my death! Who the hell are you! Alas! I told you not to get close to her!!"

But no one cared about this soul.

They gradually began to wrap around the little demon's body.

At this moment.

A flash of knife light accompanied by thunder chopped down fiercely, cutting off all the vines and branches that were entangled with the little monster.

Just like that day...

"So that's how it is." Li Muhan looked at his body and the Fujiang Zhenmo in his hand which had not yet been transformed.

He was shirtless at the moment, with snow-white hair, and was Baal's original form.

"Meng Meng, you hid your memories in me? No wonder... Now that I see this form, I feel a little nostalgic."

Li Muhan picked up the knife and looked at it.

"Old friend, you looked so unsophisticated before your plastic surgery. Only Teacher Huo could get used to you."

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