I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

Chapter 22 The new black pot king - Haidong Dashu

Dreamland?

The kaleidoscope-like discs are slowly rotating above both sides of the road. There are only black and white spots leading to the front, and there is only an unchanging scenery within sight.

A world dominated by black and white.

Even if the angels don't stop and run forward, there are still only black and white unexplained scenes left on both sides, just like a loop of time that goes back and forth in a closed cycle.

But the road that continues to extend forward under the feet is not endless.

I don't know how long time has passed, one day, or two days?

silhouette?

At the end, amidst the radiance, he was wearing black clothes and a mask, and the only thing that could be judged from the curves of his body was the conclusion that the other party was a woman.

She stood there motionless, quietly looking at the angel.

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at the shadow-like existence that he couldn't get close to no matter how he ran forward, the energy angel couldn't help asking.

"Sarah, who knows."

An inorganic mechanical sound sounded suddenly, she raised her hand and aimed the gun at the energy angel.

Familiar look - no doubt, that's a smoke gun.

"It's time to get up, you little idiot who can't be noticed by people's calculations."

--boom.

When Angel Energy tilted his head in confusion, the bullet she shot pierced Angel Angel's chest and shattered the world at the same time. Glass-like cracks spread on the walls on both sides, and the dim world was transformed in an instant. collapse.

"You..." In the white flash, only the existence of the angel and the other party remained, and the light continuously engulfed the surrounding space, turning it into light particles and dissipating away.

His vision was obscured by a ray of light.

The curtain of light completely covered the surroundings, and then turned into extremely small particles flying around.

"See you in reality in the future...my..." Before disappearing, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but the mechanical voice disappeared before reaching the ears of the energy angel in nothingness.

"Familiar ceiling."

There are many smells in the air.

First, there is a slightly pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, followed by the half-eaten apple pie on the table and the sun-baked mite smell on the bed sheets, and the green apple smell that can pickle an angel's body with chemical essence.

After taking off the blindfold, the most conspicuous thing in Can Angel's sight is the seal poster on the wall, which is a gift that Can Angel got in a lottery in a store.

Well, she is good at drawing lottery with the help of inspiration, of course she is the emperor of Europe, isn't she the king of seals who can hit everything in one shot?

The Lord's punishment?

Sorry, the Lord doesn't care.

"It's really a weird dream, no. Speaking of which, what is my dream?" Scratching his hairy long hair, the angel who looks like a lion king can't come to a result after repeated thinking Then decisively gave up.

It is pointless to worry about the content of dreams.

She is not a Kuro magician, she will have prophetic dreams as she becomes stronger.

Don't make trouble, as a pure and honest angel of the physics department, an angel who can't even get a blue bar, how can he get the magic power to become a card master or learn "Three-year simulation and five-year clock tower apprentice magic from scratch ".

Analyzing it from a scientific point of view, dreams are just a chaotic field where scattered memories and information are piled up. One of her best friends before crossing also said that she dreamed of fighting a bayonet with a cute boy. Is this plausible?

By the way, the buddy who said this is a cute boy himself.

It would be better if he wasn't a pervert (whispers).

But... the Angels have a small problem right now.

Where's the alarm clock on her bedside table?

'Last night' is still there, so what about an alarm clock? !

Haidong didn't steal the halo this time and switched to stealing the alarm clock?

......

Slightly boozy morning?

nonexistent.

For some reason, Neng Angel always feels a little hangover. With a bit of brain pain, she held her forehead and finished her daily washing. She put on her uniform and went out to look for food—going to have breakfast at the photo studio next door.

She smelled the fragrance coming from the opposite side before she even woke up.

Rather than the apple pie of the previous night, the hungry angel at this moment would rather have a hot breakfast.

"What's the matter? Today, early in the morning, you started to do it, right?"

"What anniversary?"

Brother Diqi is very happy today.

The familiar Angel Neng pushed open the door of the photo studio without any scruples. Before she could walk in, the Angel Neng who was standing at the entrance heard the slightly surprised voice of Men Yashi.