The Fourth Calamity

Of course Feng Zhu didn't know that he had been sold, so he left with Liu Dao Mu indifferently, and when the two came to a certain dream group, Liu Dao Mu signaled Feng Zhu to go in directly.

Feng Zhu: "Aren't you going in?"

"If you don't go in, too many outsiders in the dream will be noticed by the owner of the dream." Liudaoku said calmly, "Don't worry, most people won't remember the content of the dream when they wake up."

It's a pity that there are not ordinary people in it.

"That's fine." Feng Zhu nodded, "Then how do I leave?"

"You can leave when the master of the dream wakes up." You can leave whenever he lets you go.

"Also, there is a difference between shallow and deep in ordinary dreams. You are not an illusionist, so you can't go to the deep in one go, but you need to go to the deep to communicate with Giorno's subconscious, from the shallow to the deep. The method is also very simple, if you stay in the shallow layer for a while, you will gradually be pulled to the deep layer.”

"Is there any difference between the two?"

"Yes, the shallow layer is generally a dream of a person, and the deep layer involves more complicated things, such as desire, heart and personality. Of course, the deep layer is also more dangerous. If the owner of the dream wants to, it can trap you. You won’t be able to get out if you stay here. So us illusionists will also take some risks when sneaking in.”

"Oh, that's okay, Giorno won't hurt me."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Dao Mu's eyes were a bit complicated: "Well, probably."

Feng Zhu didn't know that he had been sold, nodded, and sneaked into this dreamland.

The dreamland is completely different from when Liudaokui first sneaked in, at least it is not so dark that you can't see anything.A little darker in tone at best.

The environment has changed, Feng Zhu looked around, his eyes changed slightly, this is... Naples?

To be precise, it should be an old street somewhere in Naples, where people at the bottom usually live.

Feng Zhu looks a little familiar, like when did you come here?

It was noisy all around, people with blurred faces seemed to be chasing and killing someone, gunshots and noises could be heard endlessly.There was a slight sound of footsteps gradually approaching, Feng Zhu looked over, it was a child with a black pot head and green eyes.

It's a bit like... Giorno when he was a child.

Feng Zhu's heart moved, and he followed him not too far away, and saw the child walking to the entrance of the alley, and there was a person sitting in the corner who didn't know if he was alive or dead.

The silver hair is very conspicuous, even shimmering in this dim corner.

This scene immediately brought Feng Zhu back to the past, as if he and Giorno had just met in the past.

This is Giorno's dream, so he is now dreaming of the past?

Feng Zhu felt that this guess was very reasonable, because the child didn't even look at him when he dragged him over just now.

Should not see him.

Feng Zhu was silent for a while, and decided to continue watching after Giorno.

Liu Dao Mu said that it is best not to do anything in the dream, otherwise it will be easily noticed by the owner of the dream.

Then he just watched, it should be all right.

Feng Zhu followed behind Giorno and saw a lot.

For example, the light in this dream was dim at the beginning, even in the daytime, but only 'him' seemed to be glowing, and as Giorno got along with the past candle, the light in the dream gradually became brighter .

Another example is that Giorno has been watching him almost all the time, even if he returns home, he will stay quietly in his dark room and count how many hours until the next day.

Feng Zhu felt a little complicated, it was the first time he knew his influence on Giorno so clearly.

then after that...

Feng Zhu looked down silently, and clearly saw how much the gloomy and withdrawn child had changed before and after. The beautiful green eyes seemed to be shining when seeing 'Feng Zhu', and the environment in the dream also tended to be normal. .

until he left.

Feng Zhu's hairs suddenly stood on end, and he was horrified to see the edge of the dream being eroded by the darkness bit by bit, and then the entire environment of Naples gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Gradually, there was nothing left in this world, only the empty darkness. Feng Zhu listened carefully, and could hear the cubs whimpering in the darkness.

The cry was intermittent and extremely subtle, not much louder than the meowing of a kitten.

After a moment of silence, Feng Zhu sighed, as expected, there was still no way to ignore it.

He lifted his foot and walked in the direction of the voice.

After walking a dark road, Feng Zhu finally found the pot-headed child squatting in a small piece of world and weeping silently in the darkness.

He couldn't help saying: "I didn't leave, don't cry."

The child's body trembled, and he raised his head to look at Feng Zhu in disbelief, stood up shaking and threw himself on him.

Feng Zhu easily caught the child's rushing force, and bent down to help him wipe away his tears: "If you cry any more, you will cry like a little cat."

The child held onto the corner of Fengzhu's clothes and refused to let go. He raised his head and asked persistently, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving, I'm really not leaving."

"Really? Stay?"

Feng Zhu was silent, it seemed impossible to stay all the time, he didn't dare to make promises lightly now, what if he couldn't do it and cause more harm.

The child's eyes were red again.

Feng Zhu's heart softened, thinking that it was a dream anyway, and Giorno might not remember it when he woke up.

"Okay, let's not go."

Someone who is purely messed up in terms of emotion has stepped into the trap carefully arranged by the hunter.

Really, I have never had a long memory.

The child didn't cry anymore, and buried his head deeply in Feng Zhu's waist. Feng Zhu didn't take care of the child much, so he held him stupidly for a while, not knowing what to do next.

Hey, wait, something feels wrong.

The body of the child holding him is growing rapidly, and he has changed from a child to a teenager in the blink of an eye. His hair is still black and he is a little younger than the 15-year-old Giorno.

"It really is a dream." The young Giorno murmured while wrapping his arms around Feng Zhu's waist, "Otherwise, why would he promise not to leave again?"

Feng Zhu: "..."

"Otherwise, if he makes this promise again, I will experience the Requiem with gold, and I will be more serious."

Seal candle: ...

It's a dream, it's a dream!

From now on this is not a dream and must be a dream!

Just as Feng Zhu made up his mind, his feet suddenly became empty, and he fell directly into the darkness below.

hiss--

Feng Zhu opened his eyes suddenly, clutching his beating heart, Made scared me to death, thinking he was going to fall here.

The body didn't hurt, but there was a weightless feeling of falling. Feng Zhu remembered Liu Daoku's words, so he should have fallen into a deep layer.

Huh?Where is this again?

Feng Zhu looked around and found that he seemed to have fallen into an office. The environment was good, but the curtains were drawn and it was a bit dark.

There were footsteps outside the door, Feng Zhu didn't have time to react, the door was opened, and a tall blond man walked in.

It looks a bit familiar, especially the hairstyle, which is very familiar.

Feng Zhu stared at the three donuts for a while, and almost blurted out "Fuck me".

Isn't this Giorno?When did he grow so big?

The man who came in was staring at Giorno's hairstyle, but his figure was at least 1 meters tall. He was much stronger than when he was a boy, but overall he still had broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was an adult figure that could hold up a suit perfectly. Muscle like a bodybuilder.The outline of the face is completely opened, the skin is delicate and the facial features are deep, and it is as handsome as a celebrity model.

Feng Zhu was distracted for a while, and then he saw Giorno looking at him suspiciously, as if talking to himself: "Is it really a dream, to see you again?"

Feng Zhu remained silent, yes, you are dreaming.

Giorno entered the room, took off his suit jacket and casually hung it on the hanger, tugged at his tie, his Adam's apple became more obvious on his neck, and his body exuded the hormones of a mature man.

He casually leaned on the sofa and waved to Fengzhu: "Come here."

Feng Zhu stood on the spot and curled his lips in disdain, "Come here if you say so?"

Giorno wondered to himself, "Isn't this a dream? The people who appeared in my dream should have acted according to my thoughts."

Feng Zhu choked, walked up to Giorno silently, and looked down at him.

What is this kid doing?

Giorno patted his leg: "Sit here."

you tm?

Feng Zhu was stunned, what are you going to do?Is it the gangster and lover?

Ning match?

Seeing that Feng Zhu didn't move, Giorno wondered again: "Aren't you..."

Match

Feng Zhu sat obediently on Giorno's lap, he could bend and stretch, so he could treat it as a humanoid cushion.

Well, it's much better to think of it this way, having a mafia godfather as a cushion is his face.

Wait, this kid won't have sex dreams next, will he?

Gan!

When it really comes to that time, Feng Zhu feels that his chastity is more important, so he will beat this kid up first.

Fortunately, Giorno didn't mention anything too much. He just put his hands around Feng Zhu's waist, hugged him in his arms, put his chin on Feng Zhu's shoulder, and made a sighing voice:

"I miss you so much."

Feng Zhu was stiff all over, but his heart was a little complicated.

"I want to see you every day, thinking about the question that night, I will probably never receive an answer."

That evening?

Feng Zhu thought for a while, oh, it seems to be the day when Giorno confessed.

"Even in a dream, I want to hear this answer," Giorno murmured softly, with hot breath on his face, Feng Zhu suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Tell me about it, will you?"

"..."

Thank you for the invitation, it's time to send out the good person card.

"Of course, if it was my dream, it should say that I want to hear the answer."

Seal candle: ...

Although he is often not human, Giorno is a real dog.

Feng Zhu wondered if it was intentional.

But Giorno's eyes were calm, and this was a dream, Feng Zhu was really not sure.

He pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Of course I like you."

Son, accept Dad's love for you.

Giorno seemed to see through someone's bluffing, and he didn't force him, he grabbed Feng Zhu's hand with a chuckle, and kissed the delicate skin inside his wrist, his lips moved slightly, revealing some sharp canine teeth underneath, Gently rub the blue veins on your wrist.

Under the pale pink lips, you can faintly see the white teeth and the tender red tip of the tongue.

Sexy and seductive.

Feng Zhu's throat tightened, and he withdrew his hand silently.

grass!The relationship between father and son is about to change.

The sky outside is gradually getting brighter, and the surrounding environment is also becoming blurred, as if it is about to collapse.

Giorno murmured regretfully: "It's dawn."

Feng Zhu heaved a sigh of relief, he could finally leave, then he remembered the purpose of entering the dream, and said hastily:

"Giorno, don't go to Bai Lan's base in the near future, it's not the time yet."

Giorno tilted his head, pretending not to understand, just about to ask something, Feng Zhu immediately patched it up: "I'm dead, this is a dream, I'm entrusting you with a dream, do you understand?"

Giorno: ...

The surrounding collapse began to accelerate, and Feng Zhu faintly felt the growing repulsive force, ready to leave at any time.

"Seal the candle." Giorno suddenly called out.

Feng Zhu subconsciously turned his head to look at him, suddenly there was a push on the back of his neck, he lowered his head without checking, and the soft touch of his lips disappeared in an instant.

Giorno's eyes were full of slyness, and his smile was as evil as his father: "Thank you for your hospitality."

Before Feng Zhu could react, he was immediately kicked out by the repelling force of the dream.

The light cluster in the dream disappeared, Feng Zhu stood in place and stared at Liu Dao Mu with big eyes.

Feng Da's instructor taunted eccentrically: "So someone said he hates the Mafia just for fun?"

"Kufufufu, don't involve me in your emotional disputes." Liu Daoku refused to accept it, "I thought you couldn't get out, but I didn't expect the mafia to be nothing more than that."

"I'll go! Sure enough, you are the son of a bitch who betrayed me!" Feng Zhu almost jumped up on the spot. He had some doubts from the middle of the dream, but he was a little timid and didn't dare to point it out. .

It's really a set of one.

Liu Daoku stopped laughing, but he would not admit his mistake at all: "This has nothing to do with me. Whoever left behind the peach blossom debt will be settled. If you provoke it, you will bear the consequences."

He paused, and looked at Feng Zhu with a half-smile: "Or, are you actually a scumbag?"

"Go away, what is this, I have nothing to do with him."

"kufufufu."

"It's true, hey, he confessed, but I haven't accepted it yet, and I don't have to accept it..."

Liudao Mu looked at him with a strange look. If he insisted on describing it, he had the expression of "what are you daydreaming about?" According to the level of that dream, it would not be surprising for Giorno to leave the candle on the spot.

Forget it, these two strengths don't seem to be weak, so it's up to him to entangle them, he's not interested in it.

Taking Feng Zhu directly back to his body, Liu Dao Mu opened his eyes, and it was another happy day as an undercover agent.

Pengel base.

Giorno also woke up from the dream and sat on the bed thinking.

A few minutes later, he emailed the hit squad to cancel the mission.

A few minutes later, the email was also sent.

【why? 】

The content is simple, it should be sent by Risut.

[I have received information that the Mirufiore family base has already set up traps, and they also have substitute limiters.You go to support Varian in the north first, they can't hold on anymore. 】

It took a long time before the email was replied.

【understood】

On the side of the assassination team, a group of people gathered around the captain to read the email on the screen, feeling aggrieved.

The irritable old brother Jiaqiu was the first to explode: "The mission has changed? This kid really treats us as subordinates? He is not our boss!"

Bessie timidly said: "But now he is paying us!"

"The money was given by Pandora, that guy must have expected to die, and actually gave Giorno our salary in advance!" Holmaggio guessed.

"Never mind him, just give him the money."

"No, only people like Pandora can command us, and I don't recognize this new kid."

Jiaqiu suddenly had a plan, grabbed the laptop and tapped, but Risut didn't bother to talk to him, let them go, anyway, Giorno is not the boss they admit.

【Hey, kid, don't be too complacent, we're not working for you!Want to order us, who do you think you are? ! 】

"Hmph, so this guy can recognize his identity, not any cat or dog can drive us." Jiaqiu sneered and sent an email.

The others didn't care about his provocation. The only boss they identified was Pandora. Now that she was dead, Giorno was only the one who kept their wages, so they reluctantly helped him do things.

Two minutes later, the computer suddenly showed that an email had been received, and everyone opened it curiously, stunned, and Qiqi scolded Giorno for his shamelessness.

[Your lady boss. 】

The author has something to say: ps interview with Giorno about his real psychological feelings in the dream

Giorno: dark cool jpg

Feng Zhu: Although I often don’t behave like a human being, you are a real dog