After the counter-sacrifice at the beginning, I became the spokesperson for the girls?

Space made a sound of some doubt.

Bai Xingyao picked up the petal, her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of destroying something beautiful.

In the dim vision, this petal is very beautiful. Even though it has lost all its moisture, the withered yellow color is neatly spread all over it. It is thin and light, but it seems like a ripple touched by the past and the present.

"probably."

Bai Xingyao put it on the back page, her heart moved inexplicably, and at the moment the page closed, she seemed to hear the flow of time. It seemed that countless years ago, someone also put this petal into the book, and her action at this moment quietly overlapped.

Space blinked, not understanding this feeling. It came closer and continued to urge its master.

【Let’s study next! 】

During the very interesting study, Bai Xingyao's eyelids became heavier and heavier. She felt a rare tiredness, as if the tension that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out. She finally found a reason to be relieved. She closed her eyes and escaped into a dream.

[Obviously, I can’t understand earthworm writing…]

Space secretly complained, but still controlled a force to close the book on her knees.

Good dreams.

The Lord of My Nightmares.

They didn't notice that the bloodstain on the book, which was gently closed as the book was closed, disappeared a little.

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 84 White Mist

Bai Xingyao had a dream.

In her dream, the spring flowers were bright and the sun was warm. She stood alone in the garden, and when she turned around, she seemed to see a very distant time.

She woke up from the dream, opened her eyes and stared blankly ahead.

The cold temple was dark. The rain outside had stopped, and the dark grey sky had turned dark blue, as if night was about to fall and swallow up everything on the earth.

Can the Lord of Nightmares also have such beautiful dreams?

She lowered her head in confusion, and the grand scene of spring seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. The magnolia gently swayed its branches, the grass rustled with the wind, the treetops cast mottled shadows, and the hazy sunlight enveloped her vision.

That was really a beautiful dream.

The cold skylight enveloped the entire temple, and silent darkness descended on this small room. The tall statue standing tall was only a vague shadow, and the sunlight in front of it disappeared silently. Only the still cold parchment scroll was held in the hand.

"I had a dream..."

It was a spring two hundred years ago.

Space has also seen that dream. It relies on the girl's soul, as if it wants to get warmth from the soul.

The sea of ​​souls before my eyes lost its lightless atmosphere, the clouds in the sky gradually turned gray, and the world was once again shrouded in darkness, and there was no more feeling of despair and oppression.

“Do I dream, too?”

Have such a slow and hazy dream.

In this world of his own, Bai Xingyao turned around and looked into space.

[Dreaming is a right that everyone is born with. Even if you are the master of nightmares, you will still dream before you can no longer control it.]

Bai Xingyao is a bit weak, but there’s nothing she can do about it. A truly powerful person can control dreams at will.

"…Then I should be thankful that I didn't have a nightmare."

Bai Xingyao didn’t know how she would be able to endure this black ball in the future, but now she felt that she couldn’t endure it anymore.

The reason why this guy can be with her is probably because the media is unsalable. Please save us.

[I am a high-quality pure cosmic medium! I passed 32 exams to get this job. Even if you doubt my appearance, you can't doubt my level! ]

The daily noise ended helplessly as Bai Xingyao covered her ears. Her gaze fell on the ocean, and her slightly rippled eyes reminded her of the dream she had experienced.

Is this her third dream?

The first time was the Sea of ​​Souls, the second time was Flowers on a Rainy Day, so what about the third time? What does the third time have to do with her?

Will she encounter something? Or, is it that she opened the book, saw the petal that spanned time, and imagined the scene two hundred years ago?

Without thinking too much, Bai Xingyao left the world of the ocean. She came back to her senses in the black temple. The deep blue outside had spread out, and gloomy clouds covered the sky that was about to turn black. In the distance, there seemed to be a gray-white building, and there seemed to be a tower standing tall.

Temple of Light.

The memory fragments told her that this was the Temple of Light.

Can the two temples see each other?

【No……】

The space suddenly made a sound, and it flew forward suddenly, looking out and fixing its gaze on that shadow.

The Temple of Light is in this area. This is the center. How could it be seen directly from the window across such a long distance?

Bai Xingyao's vigilance instantly increased. She instantly created a black cocoon, leaving only a plain stone, and hid in the darkness.

As always, silence enveloped her. She opened her eyes in the sea of ​​soul, and a familiar black ball jumped beside her. They fixed their eyes on the stone outside. The object that held her spirit was not like the eye stone that was created at the beginning. It had the most simple and unpretentious aura, enough to escape most searches.

【It's getting foggy……】

The sound of space rang in Bai Xingyao's ears. He followed its sight. A wisp of mist quietly floated over the skylight that Stone could see, from thin to thick, as if something was gradually covering the city.

It wasn’t there just now.

Something even more horrifying happened in the next second. The panicked sound in the space led Bai Xingyao to look suddenly. The moment she heard the sound, she felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

[The temple—the temple is getting closer! ]

The originally blurry spire became clearer, as if it had been magnified. The lighthouse that was supposed to be bright all night long was now completely extinguished. Only the bronze building was left, dimly shrouded in endless white mist in the night.

This can't be the Tower of Light.

Bai Xingyao stared at the scene that was getting closer and closer, taking in the space. She felt a strong sense of discomfort, watching the fog quickly cover the world of the skylight, even pouring in from under the door, and she suddenly felt a slight fluctuation.

That is the breath of faith, the spiritual world. The statue of the wood god is glowing faintly, and the faith flowing in it is extremely weak, as if it is transmitted to something through some medium.

Divine protection.

...What is happening now?

The whole world was shrouded in white light. Bai Xingyao did not try to look out. Her crisis instinct was raised to the highest level when the mist poured in from the crack of the door. For a moment, a creepy electric current climbed through her spine. She suddenly cut off her connection with the outside world when the white mist was about to touch her. The last thing she saw in the picture was the Wood God being completely swallowed by the haze.

...Even this temple cannot be spared.

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Bai Xingyao was in the sea of ​​souls, and she had completely lost contact with the outside world. The scene that the wooden statue saw last suddenly showed a faint light. She felt uneasy, and something was beating in her heart. In an instant, she followed her feelings and connected to the bridge of her soul.

That was the only bridge her believers had to connect with her.

She almost jumped up when she saw it for the first time.

The young man, who originally looked decadent, cleaned himself up in the house. In his hand, he held a strange statue, which seemed to be carved from wood and had 20 tentacles. The sculpture was worthy of mosaic, because the shape was so ugly, and the unimaginable carving made people gasp at the sight of it. But the young man cherished it very much. He wiped it repeatedly with a white cloth, and the satisfied expression on his pious face was so sincere.

“Lord, I will follow your guidance and pray for you on this cloudy night.”

When did I give you this guidance!

Bai Xingyao could already feel the white fog outside approaching him. It was a large area, covering the entire market. But the young man was still unaware. He picked up the mosaic wood sculpture (the space was blurred), and was determined to go outside.

stop!

Bai Xingyao couldn't stand it, she suddenly touched the bridge of connection. The young man suddenly froze, his expression paused, but his eyes lit up in an instant.

“Lord, are you approving me?”

I don't!

A large amount of +1+1+1 faith ignored Bai Xingyao's sudden psychological activities. The young man was like a chicken with its blood pumped up. He immediately grabbed the door handle with a fanatical expression and was about to rush out.

His Lord recognized him!

Everything he did was right!

Chapter 72

Could you please stop making up your own mind!

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 85 Birthday

Bai Xingyao had never known that she had such rich emotions, she just felt a little suffocated. Her spirit immediately jumped to the channel and hit the young man's soul fiercely, just like space hitting her soul.

Come back to me!

The young man was dizzy from being hit. He staggered and let go of the wooden door, but he was still muttering, "Lord... I want to dedicate everything to you..."

You just stay alive first!

Bai Xingyao couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to jump into his dream right now and hit him hard. She didn't know how other gods treated their believers, but she only had this one believer. If he died, it would be gone!

Pray for me to go to the dream and pray!

She tried her best to add enough materials to the memory fragments, and under the guidance of the spirit, the young man was indeed dizzy. He staggered to his bed, opened the mosaic quilt, lay down on the bed covered with mosaic portraits, closed his eyes, and went to find the master in his dream.

I feel like I've been spiritually polluted.

The space facing the original mosaic image is hazy.

"I will make you the Second Lord of Nightmares."

Bai Xingyao pulled out all the faith she had received, leaving nothing behind, and wrapped it all around the young man. The protection of the gods lit up his soul slightly, the white mist outside had already poured into the house, and the floating candlelight suddenly went out. When Bai Xingyao's heart sank to the bottom, she felt that the young man was safe and sound.

The white mist swallowed him and ignored him.

…and it worked.

Bai Xingyao released the link, she quietly withdrew her spirit, and left one behind to monitor the believer's situation at any time.

A book appeared in front of her, and after most of her strength returned, she looked at the book that allowed her to gain believers.

She definitely had to change that.

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The outside is unknown.

But the spiritual world is safe.

Bai Xingyao was flipping through an entire book of the former Nightmare Lord. As the successor to the throne, she began to drastically organize the contents.

For example, things like praying at night, praying under the moonlight, and praying on rainy days, all crossed out! These things have been outdated for countless versions, and she doesn't need believers to show their loyalty to her in this way.

[Can the words be written more beautifully? ]

Space felt sorry for the altered poem. But when Bai Xingyao invited it to help him revise it, it immediately suggested Bai Xingyao to use her spirit to add a filter so that the essence of the poem would not be seen.

Just make do with it for now, and when Bai Xingyao becomes a great writer, you can upgrade to the top level.

An unknown amount of content was deleted. Bai Xingyao skipped the origin of the nightmare and the birth of the nightmare master, but when it came to the birthday, he paused and fixed his eyes on it.

...Do you want to modify it?

The gods all have their own festivals. On their birthdays, loyal believers will pick bright flowers and surround the statues of the gods, expressing their congratulations to the gods. This is a custom that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. Even the most absurd evil gods will receive things they like on their birthdays.

The festival is the happiest day for the gods.

[Of course it needs to be changed]

Space flew over and looked at the date on the book, blurring it out.

Birthday is as important as real name, and will be engraved into the law. Once these two things are confirmed, they cannot be changed unless you become a god. Otherwise, changing them at will will cause confusion in the memory of lower-level believers, making it more likely to cause accidents in cultivation.

Bai Xingyao doesn't have many followers anymore, so it's better not to bother with him anymore.

"I don't have anything to use for my birthday."

Bai Xingyao shook her head. She had forgotten all her memories, including when she was born.

But she didn't want to pick a random date.

[How about the day you met me? ]