About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

As a community, they inevitably carry the breath of monsters, with this disgusting "hate" breath.

Well, who told monsters to be things derived from the world's "hatred".

However, this instinct was only temporary. After the disgusted expression disappeared, the big Miller gradually showed relief on his face.

Showing such an expression is really easy to shake.

If possible, No. 2 doesn't want to wake up the big Miller, but Huang Miao and the others need this young lady too much.

Even though he knew she could no longer fight, he still hoped that she would be by his side, but the saint was right, the big Miller had been caring about them and trying to be strong for them, but no one noticed the hard work of the big Miller.

Holding the hand of the big Miller tightly, he whispered.

"Miss Jeanne, please."

"...Miller please...no, it's nothing..."

The saint's voice appeared beside him, when he closed his eyes and reopened them.

He's in Big Miller's dream, and his conscious connection has faded away.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on the side of the street, looking at the many cars passing by, and the continuous lively scenes. It can be said that he hadn't seen such a crowded scene for eight months.

"Is this the beautiful dream Miss Joan wove for Miller in this world..."

He couldn't help sighing, and at the same time was attracted by the scenery he hadn't seen for a long time.

It didn't take long for the night to fall, and the street lights on both sides of the street also lit up at this time.

The lit lights shone on the road, obviously it was just a scene that I didn't care about before, but I don't know why it became so nostalgic.

"Ah..."

His gaze couldn't help but want to catch a familiar figure in the crowd, and he ran uncontrollably.

The crowd who was hit screamed and cursed, but his mind was no longer here.

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"Please forgive my waywardness. Of course I know that Miller's partner needs her very much. Even so, I don't want Miller to wake up from this dream..."

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PS: Well, it's a bit late tonight, but Chapter 2 will be ready soon

Chapter 406 No. 2, No. 2...8 (his thoughts)

Chapter 406 No. 2, No. 2...8 (his thoughts)

"... Kea."

Running, the body seems to be out of control, running forward non-stop, passing through the crowd, crossing the street...

He knew he shouldn't do this. This was a dream created by Joan of Arc for Miller.

The girl he was looking for could not exist in such a dream.

"Liu Ji..."

But they called out their names.

When I came to the familiar apartment, I felt like I broke my leg, but there was no one inside.

He had no intention of resting, and ran again, this time coming to the front of the villa, shouting in front of the villa, but there was also no one inside.

"Isn't there really... That's right, the protective function in the guardian stone is only there to protect the broken heart of the saint girl. Although it also has a similar mind-reading function, its strength is not so high that it cannot be defended. After all, It is the heroic spirit who has always been with the saint girl who creates the dream for the saint girl."

Talking to himself, he undoubtedly felt a little disappointed, and felt exhausted after being convinced, so he sat slumped on the ground.

However, "she" suggested to him only in consideration of such a possibility.

Don't expect and don't try to relax your awareness.

The skill of protecting consciousness learned from Xin before is to prevent a corner of the community from collapsing, thereby affecting other communities, and even affecting the ontology.

Want to see Ruhime, want to see Keya...or leave this future.

Of course, this kind of thinking is in No. 2's subconscious mind, and "she" is also worried about whether she will follow her tricks.

Although he is very handsome and said that no matter how good and beautiful the dream is, it is just a dream, but if it were him, his parents died in front of him, and then he wiped out the monsters formed from the corpses.

Familiar daily life is twisted into this way.

He might choose to let go of his consciousness and let that beautiful dream trap him.

"..."

As if hearing his voice, the saint was only silent.

Everything was expected by "her". Although the model of ghost and animal glasses is scary, but if you really want to say who is more terrifying between the community and the ontology, there is only "her".

If the Guardian Stone can read his mind, he can get his wish to see Liu Ji, Ke Ya, and even senior clown and the generals.

And then he was stuck in this dream like Big Miller.

It's not that he never thought of using the dream created by Joan of Arc to relieve his loneliness, but in the end this idea was rejected.

If he saw Ruhime and Keya in the dream at this time, or saw Senior Clown and the others, then he who had been so brave until now would definitely collapse.