In a quiet dream, waiting is not difficult to bear.

But once a person calms down, his mind becomes uncontrollably active.

As a result, clusters of blood-colored flowers bloomed vigorously out of the ground at Nanke's feet.

The purple-black flames danced in it.

And the golden-eyed serpent is covered with gorgeous deep purple scales and roams around Nanke.

"Although I am in a dream, I can reproduce the demon god level with just my thoughts." The thick clouds and mist above the giant tree were pushed away, and an extremely huge face that occupied most of the sky appeared, as if looking down from the lake to the bottom of the water. He was reading Nanke with great interest, "It's a pity that I should have brought you back to the winter."

Nanke's hand stroking the snake's head froze.

He curled his fingers, then curled them up again, until his joints turned white and blue, and until his nails dug deeply into his palms.

The hatred that was faintly stirring in the blood also condensed into crystals at this moment. It was cold and sharp, piercing the chest and the diaphragm that pumped the heart.

All the layers of pretense that cover the heavy and poisonous emotions are penetrated.

The flames of past karma turned into murderous intent, pouring out of Nanke's eyes.

"Dotore," Nanke raised her eyes and looked at the person in the sky who was wearing a silver-plated mask and looking down at her from a high position. He said word by word, "It is indeed you."

"It seems that after many years, we are still deeply impressed by each other," the doctor sneered, obviously still remembering the shame she brought him. "What a good fate. Hundreds of years later, the experimenter and the experimenter who were supposed to be separated... Precious experimental subjects, miraculously reunited—did you think I would say that?”

The doctor's tone suddenly dropped, "You should feel extremely honored to have taken time out of your busy schedule to show up at this poor little experimental site, ant."

The power of the voice exceeds the limit, and the dream is like a transparent snow globe, squeezed by some external force, with overwhelming cracks appearing in all directions.

Nanke couldn't help but recall what the skirmishers said to her when they were at Wangshu Inn.

"As long as you see the doctor in person, if you can remain calm, so can I."

Can you keep calm?

What a joke.

Nanke took a deep breath and stood up facing the pressure from above.

The bloody dendrobium trees everywhere became more and more beautiful, and evil flames shot towards the doctor's face.

"You seem to have more than one slice of Sumeru," Nanke raised his hand. The big snake beside him stood up and hissed out the letter to the doctor. "It shouldn't hurt if this one dies!"

The big snake opened its huge fangs and pounced towards the doctor.

"Hahaha!" The doctor's face disappeared between the snake's curved fangs, and Shi Shiran appeared on the other side of the dream, "It's funny, it's so funny! The little white mouse in the experimental box actually wants to fight back against the experimenter?!"

Another big snake rose up from the black fire all over the place, and together with the previous big snake, crushed the doctor's laughing face into pieces.

When he appeared directly above him again, the doctor's smile faded, but the corners of his lips were still raised calmly: "You, and the actions of the puppet next to you, I have been observing outside the dream from the beginning, don't try to get a chance to stand up, and interact with him. On the contrary..."

The doctor's words were interrupted when he was swatted away by the tail of a large snake.

When it appeared in the sky again, a huge hand fell from the sky.

"...On the contrary, the Tree King's legacy in your hands has long been in my possession."

That hand was not facing Nanke, but towards the giant tree beside Nanke.

It turns out that the doctor waited until now to wait for the Feather Flower to fully grow.

The giant tree was grasped from the trunk and pulled upwards.

The branches are broken and the roots are broken.

At the moment of being lifted up to the sky, about to break through the clouds.

The huge form of the tree suddenly collapsed and turned into countless white-feathered butterflies, flying away from the fingers of that hand like quicksand.

Like a piece of snow, it is falling one after another, drifting and disappearing.

Gaining and losing finally made the smile on the doctor's face cool down, showing a little displeasure.

"Do you want it?" Nanke looked straight at him, spread out his palms, showed the white butterfly that symbolized the flower of feathers, and curled his lips provocatively, "I won't give it to you if you keep hiding in the safe zone."

The black fire that surged on the ground subsided.

The two transformed snakes also disappeared, leaving only the broken petals of the blood stem, scattered in the messy mud left after the giant tree was uprooted.

Nan Ke Lingding stood alone among them, looking even more fragile and vulnerable than those poisonous little flowers.

The doctor remained silent for a moment, his mouth straightened, and his eyes looking at Nanke were extremely sinister.

Although it is a dream.

After all, there is a rule that if you die in a dream, you will also weaken and die in reality.

As an experimenter, no one knows this better than Dr.

Nanke also knew this.

The snake's attack on the doctor had no effect because the doctor never really fell into a dream, and the only thing she talked to was a projection.

Except for that hand.

Since that hand could touch the tree, she could also follow the hand and grab the person on the other end.

If there were only the Feather Flower, it would not be enough for the doctor to make up his mind to dream.

Then, she just needs to add weights.

"You don't have many chances," Nanke said slowly, raising the butterfly in his hand, "I'm the only one left here. It's already my dream. I can let it end at any time if I want."

She blew gently on the butterfly in her palm, and the butterfly dispersed on her fingertips. Then two pairs of white wings appeared and stretched along her back.

Nanke took a small step forward with the wings on his back, as if showing off: "Three."

The soil mixed with petals turned into pure white sand at Nanke's feet, and Nanke stepped into the active waves.

This was a sandy beach that both she and the Doctor were familiar with.

"two."

The dreamland changed again, and neat modern urban buildings were rising from the ground. Nanke stood on tiptoe on the rooftop of one of them, taking another light step along the iron-gray edge.

The doctor's eyes narrowed slightly: "Where is this place?"

There is no such place in Teyvat.

Nanke will not die. This has been proven hundreds of years ago.

If he hadn't learned from the Ice Queen that there were only the first three and the twins who came from the other world, and there was no possibility of more, he would have definitely taken Nanke away with him when he left Tatasha.

But in this situation, could it be that she was really a fish that escaped even God’s sight?

Nanke glanced at the doctor sarcastically and did not answer: "One."

come on.

Let her see.

Feather Flower, a rare descendant body, plus aggressive time.

And a mere slice of life.

In the doctor's mind, which way will the balance tilt?

The boundaries of the dreamland flashed and cracked, rapidly shrinking from all directions with Nanke as the center.

The thin face floating in the sky stared at Nanke solemnly, and quickly disappeared as the border narrowed, remaining calm until it completely disappeared.

The Doctor did not choose to dream.

"Coward." Nanke frowned.

The contraction of the dreamland stopped, and everything was silent.

Nanke closed the wings behind his back, raised his palms, and re-divided Yu Zhidie from his own existence.

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