The man rarely dreamed, or rather, even if he had a dream, he would not know it after waking up. He only had a vague impression of the dream.
However, the dream that he had since he was young was when he dreamt that he had become Godzilla and fought with Ultraman. As they fought, they began to fight hand-to-hand …
However, the lucid dream that he had after falling asleep seemed to be equally good. He could feel his existence in the dream and clearly knew that he was dreaming.
"This is my dream?" The man in black looked at his palm and then at the empty world around him.
This dream world was actually a building on the streets of Yokosuka. Was it because he cared so much about that short work experience?
So much so that it left a deep impression.
However, the man quickly denied his love for Yokosuka. The girl in kimono standing in front of him instantly made his heart tremble.
After coming to Rainbow Nation, there were no restrictions. The man had spent a lot of effort to look up all kinds of information on the internet. From the legends of the Island nation about the Demon Girl to the research of the patterns on the girl's clothes, but he still knew nothing about the girl who gave him power.
"Hi!
We meet again! "The man raised his arm." What a coincidence, you're also in South Africa. "
"…"
However, the girl in kimono's cold face made the man's greeting very awkward. Fortunately, he was not a person who would care about embarrassment.
"Since you're done greeting, can you let me go back?
The revival of the entire Rainbow Nation and world peace are still waiting for me to maintain and save them. "
"…"
The girl with the kimono was still silent. It was as if her cherry mouth had lost the ability to speak since birth.
"It's said that I will wake up when I feel pain in the dream. If I commit suicide in the dream, I should be able to leave."
This was the experience he had since he was young. However, the pain he felt in his dreams was mostly caused by his body falling off the bed in reality, or his fingertips touching the barbs. The Tibetan people in the Dream World showed amazing mobility in this aspect. He turned his head and looked for a good way to commit suicide on the street.
If it was a normal street in reality, there would be endless traffic on the road. He could find a car and jump to solve the problem.
However, Yokosuka in the dream was frighteningly lonely. There seemed to be only two people in the whole city.
Should he hit the wall and die?
This way of dying was too tragic. The Tibetan in black touched his forehead and gave up the idea.
It was too painful, too painful.
"Is it worth killing so many people?"
This was the first time the Tibetan in black heard the kimono girl speak.
"There must be a reason for someone to be killed. It's fine as long as I'm not the one who died."
"If this is your belief, then continue to carry it out."
The kimono girl raised her arm and pointed her fingertip at the ground in front of the Kirigakure. "You haven't changed at all compared to before."
"What do you mean?"
A black ink-like liquid appeared under the kimono girl's feet, and then it suddenly attacked the Kirigakure.
However, when it was about to touch the black Tibetan, the ink suddenly stopped, and then spread out on the ground to draw complex symbols.
The design was very similar to the magic circle recorded in the swindler's book, but the former was definitely a scam, while the latter was definitely the real deal. Therefore, the Tibetan believed that the mysterious girl would not use a fake thing to make fun of him.
But he was more concerned about the latter half of the girl's words.
"You know me?"
The slender Kirigakure guaranteed that he would never know such a beautiful and cute girl in his previous life.
He also never saw such a cute body in the autopsy.
Otherwise, after such a cute body passed through his hands, he would definitely have a deep impression.
Before the Kirigakure could get the answer from the girl in front of him, the black symbol circle in front of him suddenly bloomed.
"You need to find the answer yourself. If you still can't find the answer in this life, then wait for the next life."
The words that came out of the clouds made every brain cell of the Kirigakure active like a bug. Before he could ask more effective questions, the dream of the Yokosuka street in front of him was quickly shattered.
The dream was shattered.
"It should not be a dream just now."
The Kirigakure opened his eyes and stared straight at the top of the container.
He remembered this dream clearly, including the pattern on the girl's clothes.
He saw this girl again. Who is she, and what does she want to convey to me?
But now there was a new question, and that was who was he?
"What a big riddle." The Kirigakure knocked on the table and felt that this was a big problem.
From the girl's words, he thought about the words "this life" and "next life." Could it be that she meant his previous life or even before that?
The concept of reincarnation was very popular in the Island nation.
Could it be that she was his lover from his previous life? This was very possible, no, very possible. Only a cute girl like that was worthy of a handsome and outstanding person like him.
Jianhei, who had never had any serious love experience, began to fantasize about what kind of earth-shattering love had happened to him in his previous life, so much so that even after his death, the other party could not forget to find him again. Only he had such great charm.
"I must have been a quiet and handsome boy in my previous life. Maybe I'm from the House of Light?"
The Kirigakure had an unrealistic fantasy and naturally immersed himself in his own fantasy.
After a series of deductions that he was the main character of "The Tale of Genji" in his previous life, the Kirigakure recalled the kimono girl drawing in front of him … a magic circle?
He could only think of a Western-style name, but with the kimono girl's classical identity, she probably hadn't come into contact with Western-style magic.
"Let me think, it should be drawn like this." The Kirigakure only needed to close his eyes to remember the complicated magic circle.
It wasn't that he had superhuman memory, but that the magic circle seemed to be engraved in his mind. He could remember it even more deeply than the password to his bank card.
This was another important message that the kimono girl had conveyed to him. The Kirigakure believed that she wouldn't speak without thinking.
"What does this magic circle mean?"
The Kirigakure knocked on his glasses as he looked at the magic circle he had drawn on the paper.
Why did the girl's magic circle shine so brightly, but his magic circle didn't have any special effects?
"Is it because I'm not a girl?
That's why I have to castrate myself to truly activate it. "
Looking at his lower body, the Kirigakure felt that it wasn't worth it to lose the important functions of a man for a magic circle.
Tossing away the strange thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time, the Kirigakure seriously looked at the magic circle on the paper. He placed his palm on it and began to inject 'energy.'
"Oh, it really lit up."