I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The three large characters "Changsheng Village" written in a flamboyant and extremely familiar style stood in front of Ning Ruan.

This was written when she was a child.

The brush she used was a golden brush made of unknown material that belonged to her third father.

This pen is inkless and each word written has a strong scent of ink.

She couldn't help but smile. She had been away for so long, and although she had never said the word "missed" at all, this was the place where she had lived for more than ten years after all, how could she not miss it.

How could she not miss those fathers who clumsily raised her when she was still a baby?

But she finally came back.

so good.

Ning Ruan strode into the village.

The village is very big, and all over the periphery are planted various strange spiritual fruit trees.

Some she knew by name.

But more than that, she didn't even know the name, she just knew it tasted good.

There are also a few names that she picked up casually when she was in a good mood.

Although she didn't know what they were called before, she named them, and they have new names from then on.

The residence is in the center of Changsheng Village.

There are no palaces or towers.

There are only some houses that look very quaint.

All kinds of magical herbs are planted in front of and behind the house.

To be precise, the entire land of Changsheng Village is actually planted with natural treasures.

She happily ran to the nearest house, pushing the door open while shouting, "Daddy, I'm back."

The door opened.

But the house was empty, with no one in sight.

"..."

Ning Ruan was silent for a moment.

Then he ran to another house.

Push open the doors one by one.

But in any of them, she couldn't find her fathers.

So, all her fathers ran away from home???

Do not!

wrong!

Her group of fathers have never left the house at the same time in more than ten years. How could they suddenly leave now?

Ning Ruan fell into deep thought.

cuckoo-

goo goo-

The strange sound of birds interrupted Ning Ruan's thoughts.

She looked up suddenly.

Then I saw a bird with colorful feathers standing on the eaves of the house next door. It looked very beautiful.

The bird is about the size of an adult's palm.

Ning Ruan was looking at it.

It was also staring at Ning Ruan.

After staring for a while, with a look of confusion in its eyes, it tilted its head slightly and looked around.

The confusion in his eyes seemed to intensify.

Even more confused than it is Ning Ruan.

Bird.

Living bird.

Besides her and those fathers, there are other living creatures in Changsheng Village?

Do not!

Not appropriate!

How could there be other living things in Changsheng Village?

Ning Ruan blinked.

Suddenly a sense of clarity came to my mind.

Could it be that she is trapped in some kind of illusion now?

Or, dreaming?

What was she doing before returning to Changsheng Village?

Can't remember.

But not important.

The important thing is that Ning Ruan suddenly realized that she had not returned to the village at all.

She must have fallen into a dream or illusion due to some special factors.

The Changsheng Village under your feet is fake!

No wonder her group of fathers were missing.

Logically, she should have had this dream as well, but perhaps the twelve fathers were too powerful and could not enter her dreams or illusions that were interfered with by others.

Everything seems to be clear.

And the existence that caused her to fall into dreams and illusions should be very likely related to this bird?

cuckoo-

goo goo-

The doubt in the bird's eyes seemed to grow even more serious.

This human being seems to be too imaginative.

I can actually imagine such a fairyland-like village.

Natural resources and treasures can be found everywhere.

The spiritual energy is so rich that it can turn mist into rain at any time.

Everything here is different, yet extremely solid and doesn't seem like a fantasy at all.

According to its understanding of its old partner Mengdie, a dream that can be condensed to this degree can only be seen by the dreamer himself.

If it is an illusion, then the entire dream will be illusory, and it will easily collapse on its own even if it does not take action.

How could it be so solid? It couldn't figure it out.

call out--

The bird flapped its wings and flew straight towards the girl in a green shirt who seemed to be in a daze below.

The dream butterfly and the sleepy bird live together.

Everyone felt that they had no offensive capabilities.

In fact, there are.

But it was just a dream.

Dream butterfly makes dreams.

Sleepy birds kill people.

In the dream created by the dream butterfly, it is not afraid of death and can be reborn even after death.

But the other dreamers can't do that.

If they died, they were really dead.

Die in dreams, perish in reality.

Ning Ruan blinked again.

Looking at the bird flying towards her, a certain image popped up in her mind almost instantly.

It was just a subconscious thought.

She was even ready to hide in the iron pot.

But at this moment...

A strange light suddenly burst out from the door of the house closest to her.

The strange light directly enveloped the bird.

The restraints became tighter and tighter, and the bird trapped inside was squeezed so hard that its body became flatter.

"Damn? What is this?"

The bird began to speak.

The tone was rapid and angry.

It struggled hard.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the strange light bound him.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

"What exactly is this?"

"Spiritual weapon? No, the spiritual weapon in the dream has no physical object as a support, and its ability cannot be exerted even at one level. How can this thing be so powerful?"

"This door...what's going on?"

Unless this human really brought this door into the dream and really took out the door, how could he exert such powerful abilities?

boom--

The angry bird could not figure out the incredible scene before it until its death.

The whole bird was squeezed and exploded.

The strange light disappeared in mid-air.

It seemed to have retreated back to the door.

However, there was no dead bird on the ground.

Ning Ruan looked up into the air, then tilted her head to look at the door next to her.

Sure enough.

"Human, where is this? Who are you?"

The sharp sound of birds soon came from the air again.

This time, it moved away from the rows of houses and dared not stay on the eaves anymore.

It's not dead yet? Ning Ruan looked at it.

So, the Changsheng Village in front of us is more likely to be a dream?

After all, if it is an illusion, it is too difficult to restore the entire village.

But the dream, based on her memories, is possible.

Ning Ruan didn't say anything. She turned around and walked a few steps towards a willow tree in front of the house.

There was a swing under the tree, tied with a black rope.

She sat on it very naturally.

Then he raised his head slightly and looked at the bird with a smile:

"Of course this is my home."

"A foreign... little bird? Welcome to my home."

Little Bird: "…" Bullshit.

If your family can be like this, why would you still go to Yunshan Secret Realm?

Moreover, it didn't know if it was wrong, but it even felt that the whole village was filled with the aura of a fairyland.

No.

It doesn’t exactly look like a fairyland.

In short, it is very mysterious and profound, and it is impossible to describe it. When you try to feel it carefully, it seems that you can't feel anything.

"What a lying human being." Its sharp voice sounded slowly.

I am still lying even in my dreams, deceiving myself by imagining such a fairyland-like place.

And the reason why it is so solid is probably because the level of this guy's fantasy has reached the point of crazy obsession, even deceiving herself.

"I want to see how long your fantasy can last!"