allonlinenovel Chapter 446: Dream
Chapter 446: Dream
March 7 slowly opened his eyes, and all he saw was pure white, everything was blurry.
She turned her head to the side. The curtains were not closed yet. Someone was standing in the backlight, getting closer and closer in her blurry vision.
There was a layer of warm light on that face, as if an angel was bending down to kiss her forehead, but she didn't believe in angels, nor did she believe that it was a prince or a god.
There was a faint scent about him, with the warmth of the sun and the tenderness of the dew.
March 7th suddenly felt that this smell was familiar. The familiar smell came back after being forgotten for a long time. He felt a little surprised and delighted, and was inexplicably cheering.
Of course, she didn't know who this person was, but she didn't care that he wanted to bend down and kiss her forehead.
It seemed as if it was natural, and as if she had been accustomed to this kind of kiss a long, long time ago.
But she was also a little confused. She couldn't remember where she had smelled this scent, nor could she remember who this person was.
She tried hard to open her eyes and see the man's face clearly, but there was always a layer of warm light shining down, and no matter how she blinked, it was of no use.
A pair of warm hands fell on her forehead, and for a moment she was in a trance, like a docile cat.
San Yueqi subconsciously moved closer, trying to see the face clearly. She smelled a pleasant and soothing scent, with the fragrance of plant leaves after the rain.
"Wake up, my princess, the time has come. May the sun of Atum protect you and drive away the winter of Ullr..." the man said softly.
San Yueqi's vision gradually became clear. She was sitting on the sofa in the hotel room, with light shining in through the white gauze window.
She fell asleep while sitting on the sofa without knowing when. The room was very quiet, without any sound.
"Princess...Atum...what's wrong with me..." March Seven was stunned for a long time, reached out to touch his forehead, and muttered softly.
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"After the Cloud Riders of the Xianzhou Alliance shake up their dreams, I will complete the second step of the plan."
"I will use harmonious singing to tune the sleeping people, pass the discordant sounds of pioneering into their hearts, and point out the direction to reality." The robin glanced at Xing.
"People are of course divided into strong and weak. If pioneering is the mission of heroes, then the responsibility of harmony is to use the strong to help the weak, because the savior of Pinocchio can only be the Pinocchio themselves."
"Everyone's happiness and path should be created by himself." The robin said softly, "Although I am not an unknown guest, I am willing to pass on the courage to fly to the sky to everyone who needs it."
"This also includes my brother, Taiyi Meng... It was too cruel to him and to everyone."
Ao Shuang kept frowning, feeling a little unhappy. She raised her head and said, "I have a question. Why don't you pass on the immortal will to everyone who needs it? Why do you choose to open up instead?"
"Because pioneering has been a symbol of courage since ancient times, representing those warriors who pioneered the wilderness..." Xing raised his eyebrows.
"But I've already said it." Ao Shuang took a deep breath, "Our belief is the great ancestor of the Ten Thousand Dragons of the Abyss. He is the patron saint of the Star Sea civilization. He loves all living things and is the patron saint of the Dark Galaxy civilization..."
"Ms. Ao Shuang, what we want to convey to Pinocchio is the dissonance of pioneering. Do you think immortality is dissonance?" Black Swan interrupted Ao Shuang with a smile.
Ao Shuang hesitated for a moment. She knew, of course, that Black Swan was playing word games with her, but she just got stuck on this word game.
Pioneering is a dissonance, but is immortality a dissonance?
Of course not. In her heart, immortality is a far higher level of harmony than the song of harmony and order, or it can be said to be a manifestation of will.
So even though she knew that the Black Swan was using word games to confuse her, she chose to remain silent, which represented her acquiescence.
"It sounds like a very thorough plan, but it still has some idealistic romance." Black Swan said slowly, "Human weakness cannot be overcome overnight. Can these efforts alone really make everyone abandon the dark and join the light?"
"That's true, Miss Black Swan. Therefore, the most important part of the plan is not to make everyone abandon the dark and join the light." Huang Quan tilted his head and stared at the sword on his waist, "but to make everyone choose to save themselves."
“How can we save ourselves? People’s dreams are all about the return of the Dragon King or things like that. Even the happy stories are not that happy…” Xing asked in a hoarse voice.
"The power of the Qi Xiang Choir is no different from that of the Messenger. In the end, we need to use equal power to fight against them. The final step to subvert the dream will be completed by me." Huang Quan said.
"Excuse me for being blunt, but my immortal boat has seven dragon lords and four generals, and the eight leaves of the Flame Wheel and the twelve guardian beads are all present. Even if the Qi Xiang Poetry Band has the power of order and harmony, it is only this good." Ao Shuang glanced at Huang Quan.
"Fang Youxu is inevitably affected by the fate of order. Even if the fates of other people are powerful, they may be affected." Huang Quan shook his head, "So, in the end, it will be me who will overturn this beautiful dream."
Ao Shuang was silent for a while, then nodded slightly to show her agreement, but not because she agreed with Huang Quan's idea, but because she agreed with her last sentence.
"Now that we are done, let's head to our respective battlefields and get ready to do some serious work." Potio glanced at everyone.
Xing nodded and was about to go find Jiang Fan to curry favor with him, but was suddenly stopped by Huang Quan.
"Xing, can we talk alone? There is one more thing I am obliged to explain to you." Xing turned around and met Huang Quan's deep eyes, and couldn't help but tremble.
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There are always a few days in a month when I feel uncomfortable. Please forgive me, dears.