Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Cobb stared at the electronic clock on the door and picked up the needle in despair. The man in the glass coffin did the same, pointing the needle at his arm.

Knobs and switches are always within easy reach.

Puncture the blood vessel and press down.

Both of them can survive.

Even though... the rest of my life will be painful.

No, that might be a life that cannot be described by mere 'pain'.

Cobb stroked the knob.

Philippa, James…

Do they need a father who is paralyzed in bed?

Or maybe it could be worse.

And just turn the knob and adjust the ratio to one hundred to zero...

You can live healthy.

Arthur...

Cobb lowered his head, not daring to look at the man in the glass coffin.

thump…

'That's it, Cobb.'

Arthur scraped his fingernails lightly on the glass and wrote a word.

"child".

The appearance of this word made Cobb feel as if his spine was torn apart. He lost his strength in an instant, his shoulders slipped from the metal box, and he fell to the ground with a dejected look on his face.

boom.

The numbers on the electronic clock are getting smaller and smaller.

There was a long silence.

"…Forget it, Arthur."

He spoke, smoothed his messy blond hair, leaned against the box, and stared blankly at the flickering incandescent light above his head.

"forget it."

He didn't say anything more, he believed that the person in the glass coffin could understand.

So be it.

The two men who came and went freely in their dreams simultaneously focused their gazes on the dim light above their heads, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive...

then.

The phone rang.

The standardized ringtone echoed in the room.

——Ding-ling-ling-ling——

impossible.

Cobb's first reaction was that it was impossible.

He tried countless times before he decided to remove the clumsy metal jaw-splitting device from his head - cell phones were completely useless here. He couldn't make a call, and no one should be able to call in...

Answer it!

Answer the call!!

He didn't have much time, and he knew that the murderer must be watching him somewhere.

Don't hang up, don't hang up--

This is an opportunity!!

The man was like a patient having an epileptic seizure, trembling as he took out the almost shattered mobile phone from his trouser pocket: the screen and the camera at the back were broken into pieces, and the only light came through the crack at the top.

He pressed the answer button down, and his thumb turned white.

Thank goodness…

The call was connected.

Apart from the whistling of the wind on the opposite side, there was the clear and tender voice of a girl.

"Hera, are you sure this is the place?"

The sound paused for a few seconds.

"Well… okay. Hi? Is that Mr. Cobb?"

The man didn't know who was calling...

But! But! Yes!

This is the only hope!

"…I'm in a, a, no, I don't know where I am right now. We've been kidnapped—"

"Shh. Listen to me. Walk to the middle, don't stand close to the wall. Wow, it's like a horror movie. I think I found a maze master..."

What is she saying?

"I'm sorry! You have to listen to me! We, we are tied-"

"Okay, count thirty little rabbits."

beep...

The phone hangs up.

Chapter 187 The Intruder Dragon and the Girl

Count thirty little rabbits?

After hanging up the phone, Cobb and Arthur looked at each other from a distance.

They had no time to communicate.

Because of the feet.

The earth began to shake.

Dust was falling from the ceiling, and the vibration was coming from the other side of the wall. It was as violent as a heavy hammer hitting an iron in a factory.

thump…

Thump…thump…

One impact after another with very short intervals.

It is slower than a heartbeat, yet much more violent.

Boom——

The wall exploded inwards in an instant!

At the same time, the valves at the four corners of the pipes above the head were opened, and with a "hiss", thick yellow smoke was sprayed out. At this moment, the girl rushed into the room riding on a white shadow!

Behind the collapsed brick wall...

Yes, it’s a dragon? ?

Cobb rubbed his eyes. The shock completely made him ignore the deadly gas and the gravel hitting his body.

The girl riding the dragon had long curly hair, black and like seaweed; she wore a court-style wide-sleeved printed shirt, and the spread dragon wings not only blew up her black hair, but also blew open the long pleated lining at her neckline, revealing her slender neck.

She sat upright on the dragon's back, with her right hand clasped over her eyebrows to form a small canopy: she looked at Arthur, who had a dazed look on his face in the glass coffin, and then looked at him again.

'Hush.'

The girl smiled and snapped her fingers crisply. Every time he thought of what happened after this action, he had the urge to take out the totem: to prove that he was not in anyone's dream.

Because space...

It was cut into countless pieces before his eyes.

…………

……

Fragments.

Fragments of adhesion wrinkles.

It is like a transparent cloth covering the eyes, and on the other side is a dense, almost invisible space.

A girl who concentrates on feeding the dragon.

Two men who survived a catastrophe.

'Am I hallucinating after being poisoned, or are we in heaven now?'

'We can't go to heaven. No, Arthur... didn't you say you had no faith?'

The two men sat up straight side by side, looking very well behaved. After all, the scaleless white dragon in front of them, who had used its nose to touch the girl's palm, roared at them just now... They could still remember it clearly.

龙…

Really exists...

?

The man named Arthur took out a fingernail-sized dice from his pocket, threw it gently on the ground, held it down with his palm, and took a look at it.

"I would rather it was a dream..."

Cobb frowned and coughed hard.

The huge dragon head paused, and its big round eyes squinted at them. Because of these two things, it had collapsed three brick walls with its head, and Cookie was not going to give them a good face.

"Ahem... Miss?"

Mori Yuesha flicked the white dragon's nose with her finger, and the terrifying dragon instantly turned into a lavender mist and disappeared into the air. "I thought you would call me an angel."

Cobb smiled awkwardly: "I..."

"It's a long story. To put it simply, Grandpa Miles is a very kind person, so I did him a favor."

Oh.

To ...

That’s it?

"What else?" Mori Yuesha looked at the two little grey men on the ground with a bit of disdain, "When he told me that you are famous internationally... I knew he was an old liar who loves to brag."

Arthur turned his head and glanced at Cobb teasingly.

"...Anyway, thank you." The man's eyebrows were full of hatred and resentment, and he didn't relax because he survived. He stared at Mori Yuesha's palm for a few seconds, and then stretched his neck to look around: "That dragon... is it your pet? What did you just use, a 'spell'? Are you a wizard? Where are we? In another space that overlaps with reality? A different dimension?"

"You have a strong ability to accept things."

"…Miss, half a minute ago, that dragon almost bit off my head."

"A cookie wizard doesn't eat dirty things. As for me? I'm the planeswalker, Mori Yuesha."

"…Cobb. You know. The one next to me is Arthur."

The man had heard of the word "magician", but he didn't know what a "planeswalker" was. However, there was no need to dwell on this topic right now - don't forget, they are still in danger of being kidnapped.

He wanted to ask the magical girl in front of him to take them away, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she answered the phone.

By the way, he hasn’t asked yet, how the call was made?

"Well, Hera, let them come over. It's ready now."

Mori Yuesha hung up and said to the two men with bitter faces, "Pinch your nose. It will be fine in ten seconds."