Fairy King

Chapter 458 Dream Corridor
There are paintings hanging on both sides of this corridor, and each of these paintings depicts a scene in which there is an elf.

On the left of the little girl, there is a painting, which depicts a hippopotamus diving into the quicksand.

It's just that the brush and ink in this painting are a little light, as if it will disappear naturally after a while.

If Li Yuan could see it, he might feel that both the hippopotamus in the painting and the background of the painting are exactly the same as the quicksand field.

Just like this painting, some of the paintings displayed in this corridor are bright as if they were just painted, while others seem to be dim and will disappear at any time.

The little girl didn't pay attention to these paintings, but led the boy to the end of the corridor.

Along the way, there are at least a thousand paintings on the corridor.

And here are the seven paintings that were just obtained.

The first to appear was Miss Qun'er.

Miss Qun'er is rooted in the forest. It is dancing and singing, looking very happy.

The second picture shows the fairy Eevee taking a nap with his eyes closed, lying in a world made of desserts, a river flowing with milk, and mountains made of cakes.

In the third picture, Mary Luli is playing beside a moon-shaped lake, playing with her clansmen.

The fourth picture shows Menus, which is swimming freely in the sea, showing off its beautiful body.

The fifth picture shows the Tanabata blue bird, which is challenging the sandstorm that is constantly forming in front of it, and shuttles through the sandstorm again and again.

Xanadu appears in the sixth picture. Xanadu's background is blank, and even Xanadu's appearance is somewhat blurred.

The last one has a portrait of Li Yuan on it, but like Xanadu, his background is also blank.

The little girl moved her face to the painting with Miss Qun'er, and couldn't help sighing: "What a beautiful dream."

As she left Miss Qun'er's painting, the figure of Miss Qun'er in the painting began to become a little dim.

It's just that the change is too subtle, and it's not clear for a while.

The boy in yellow asked with some doubts: "Master, why are the last two pictures blank? Even the power of Crescent Feather is not enough to record their dreams?"

The little girl's eyes also stayed on Shanaiduo and Li Yuan's paintings.

"What is their dream like?" The little girl suddenly took down Xanadu's painting, and the other paintings in the corridor also moved.

One by one, they surrounded the little girl. At this time, there were hundreds of paintings lined up behind the little girl.

With a wave of the little girl's hand, these paintings all lost their color and turned into sheets of blank paper.

And these colors all flew to Xanadu's painting, and began to be filled with Xanadu's colors.

The little girl put her hand on Xanadu's painting, and began to observe Xanadu's dream.

Suddenly, three immature childlike voices appeared one after another, crossing dreams and reality and appearing in the little girl's ears.

"Stop it, follower of sweet dreams."

"It's a superpower option."

"You can't peek into superpower dreams."

There was shock in the little girl's eyes, accompanied by some fear. This is the domain she absolutely rules, and she said as if to calm her mood.

"This is my dream, a dream protected by Lord Cresselia's Crescent Moon Feather."

Although the boy in yellow at the side didn't hear the voices of the three children, he felt three waves of powerful superpower fluctuations.

In connection with what the little girl said suddenly, he also knew that something had happened to the little girl.

"Master, what's the matter, what happened?" the boy in yellow asked anxiously.

The little girl quickly recovered her original state and blurted out: "Great God of the Lake, we didn't know it was your messenger. Let's erase its dreams now."

The little girl's hand reached out to Xanadu's image, and as her hand flicked, Xanadu's portrait eventually turned into a blank piece of paper.

With the disappearance of Xanadu's portrait, the voices of the three children no longer echoed in the little girl's mind.

"The gods of the lake? They traveled through reality and dreams and came here?" the boy in yellow asked the little girl.

The little girl nodded: "This Xanadu is their believer, and it has their blessings on it. Now, I am even more curious about what kind of trainer can tame Xanadu who has been blessed by the gods of the lake."

"But, the gods of the lake should also guard his dreams." The boy in yellow said worriedly.

It's just that the little girl didn't care, and continued to focus on Li Yuan's portrait.

Moreover, the background behind Li Yuan is also blank.

The little girl waved again, and hundreds of paintings appeared behind her again. She was about to color Li Yuan like Xanadu.

But after consuming hundreds of paintings behind him, he only completed one-third of the coloring progress for Li Yuan's painting.

The little girl gritted her teeth, and twice as many paintings appeared again. The paintings in this corridor were all collected after she became a believer in dreams.

The owners of these dreams belong to elves and humans who have reached a certain level of strength.

Compared with the dreams of elves, she prefers to look at the dreams of humans. The background human imagination is much richer than that of elves.

But now, two-thirds of it has been consumed for the two paintings of Xanadu and Li Yuan.

Don't care about the loss, use the painting to fill the color, Li Yuan's painting is indeed full of color.

But just when the picture was finished, Li Yuan's painting suddenly began to release a pink light.

Under the light, the little girl began to scream in pain.

The screams lingered in the corridor, and it didn't dissipate for a long time.

"Dream tapir, run away!"

The boy in yellow saw the strange change in his master, and quickly grabbed her by hand, trying to pull her out of the dream.

In the next moment, the boy in yellow and the little girl returned to reality.

It's just that the ones who woke up were the nightmare-inducing man and the old woman lying in the crystal coffin.

The Nightmare Introducer just wanted to take care of the situation of his trainer.

But, suddenly, it heard the scream of the old woman.

It stood up quickly, and saw its trainer holding the feather that exudes moonlight in both hands.

However, the moonlight it released quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old woman's desperate scream was because she saw the feathers begin to lose their luster.

After the feather lost its moonlight, it soon became dim, and soon turned into a pool of fly ash, which disappeared completely with a gust of wind.

Although the Nightmare Tapir wants its master to put down the Crescent Feather and return to reality.

But in the current situation, although Crescent Feather was indeed lost, the despair in the owner's scream made it feel pain.

"The Nightmare Tapir, the Feather of the Crescent Moon, is gone."

The old woman's eyes full of wisdom began to be covered with a layer of dust, and she began to shed tears while holding the nightmare.

Without the Crescent Feather, for the old woman, the dream world would no longer be such a safe thing. In the dream world, it was originally a world where dreams and nightmares coexisted. With the help of the Crescent Feather, the old woman, who was blessed by the Crescent Feather, could indulge herself in sweet dreams.

(End of this chapter)