Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori stretched out her hand and gently pushed away the clouds around her.

After all, it was her own dream, and the illusion created by an outsider could not completely deprive the owner of the dream of control.

So she calmed down and looked around for a week with the mentality of unpacking the blind box.

The scene covered by mist dissipated.

Surrounding it is a huge rock slab with the same texture.

The center is a circle, spreading outward all the way, like a maze.The surface is simple or old, engraved with words of unknown meaning, and the surroundings are already a little mottled, and it looks like an old thing with a sense of age.

Although it looks like the old cloud that can be found in any ruins, the stone plate is surrounded by energy that is almost visible to the naked eye.

Even in the dreams of others, there is a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.

"Is this... the Dresden Stone?"

Although Shiori has never seen the real product, there is only one piece of such a shocking finished product in concept.

No wonder when they met for the first time, she felt a familiar aura about the boy.

From another point of view, Slate Essence can also be called Fusangshen.

However, it is different from ordinary utensils, Fusangshen.

After all, apart from the big bosses in Heian-kyo period, young swords like Kiyomitsu who were born in Edo did not have a long history as Fusangshen.

Divinity and godhead are not high, more similar to Huaguo's so-called first-class spirits and monsters.

The stone slab is more like a collective embodiment of the laws of the world. Even if the consciousness born from it is still young, the authority in its hands is higher.

"Ah."

The boy nodded to her, looking friendly.

However, what could Shi Ban do with her?

If the news Shizhi heard tonight is not wrong, the positions of the seven kings are complete now, even if he wants to make troubles, it is impossible to make an eighth king.

The two, exactly one person and one board, stared at each other in silence for a long time.

Is it okay to talk about something...

Must be in such a silent atmosphere, big eyes to small eyes?

Although she was indeed in a dream, the time in her sleep was limited, and she still wanted to have a good dream instead of facing this unattractive and unattractive stone.

"Do you know how the slate came about?"

"No..." is interested.

Several light spots of different colors suddenly refracted on the square stone plate, and finally converged to form the sword of Damocles, hanging high in the sky

in.

"It is formed by the convergence of people's wishes."

"In the beginning, it was nothing more than a small and insignificant wish, which gradually became intertwined, and finally formed an existence that can cover the entire world, at least the entire present world."

"Almost omnipotent wish container."

When he said this, his tone paused for a while, and he looked at Shiori expectantly, as if hoping that she would give her an evaluation.

"Sounds like some cup full of black mud."

Shiori answered honestly.

"..."

The aura around the blond-haired boy instantly languished, although his expression was still the original iceberg face, and his eyes were still indifferent, but Shiori always felt that he seemed to be quite hit.

【So, the ending is similar...】

I don't know if it was Shiori's illusion, but she seemed to see this sentence in the child's listless look.

Did she say something wrong?

"It's different. The pious wishes of human beings are endless, so the slate is also. 'I' is not a low-quality product that can be polluted maliciously."

He argued.

"so?"

"Why would they want to destroy 'me'?"

Following his words, the silver-white long sword hanging high in the void fell from the sky.

The dazzling silver light hit the stone slab fiercely, and the strong shock wave rippled and circled throughout the space.

Although it is just a fictional three-dimensional image, it is enough for people to see. This can be called a shocking scene.

The slabs shattered and scattered.

The Kagudu crater incident that happened in real life once took the lives of 70 people in Japan.

By analogy, the scene Shiori saw now suddenly became indescribably spectacular.

Well, this question is difficult to answer.

It seems that the phenomenon of falling swords should have indeed happened, but now the stone slabs should stay "between the stone slabs".

Although it was suppressed by the King of Gold, it should also be kept and collected very well.

Then, it is the "future" that once happened.

She didn't really know much about the composition on the other side of the stone slab.

He could only stand aside in embarrassment, facing the aggrieved Slate Spirit.

"Because... because of the slate, many people lost important things."

Shiorifa felt that such a young man was kind of endearing. After all, he was like Shiori Honmaru, who was a little older but still looked like a child when he entered the world.

It may be used as a utensil, after everything

Thousands, but after giving birth to consciousness, after having hands and feet, there is no experience at all.

"I don't know the other kings, but the king of Chizu is my acquaintance."

"The third king I know represents freedom and destruction."

Shiori paused slightly, and confirmed to him.

"Well. People always have the ambition to destroy everything."

"But that's not Zhou Fang's own ambition. The power he got made him have to control himself, wouldn't that mean he lost his freedom instead?"

"Having power is a good thing, but have you asked them if they want to get it?"

After all, most of the kings were unprepared, they were chosen by surprise, and became kings inexplicably, and they didn't know whether to describe it as winning a lottery ticket or being struck by lightning when they went out.

"I have something to make up for..."

"They gave up on their own, all of them."

He looked even more aggrieved, and his voice became lower with his emotions.

"I can probably guess how you compensated. Everything is going smoothly, without any obstacles, and a beautiful life will come naturally."

In short, like a dream, there is no sense of reality.

The present world is a dream, and the night dream is true.

"We've always said that dreams have everything."

But the reality is that it cannot be smooth sailing.

Just like the life experienced by Shizhi, in the eyes of others, it may indeed be smooth sailing.

He has a family that pampers himself, has unparalleled talents, has abilities that others cannot match, and can even invade the so-called realm of gods.

But things in this world are always divided between happiness and misfortune. In order to control her natural power, she also suffered a lot.

What's more, there is no way to repeat the tragedies that have happened in reality.

"However, since I met you in the political office, then you have reached a consensus with the people above."

"Tragedies that have not yet happened can be reversed."

"In theory, that's right."

"Yes, I will work hard."

Shiori reassured him helplessly.

"At least try to ensure that the slate will not be torn apart."

"Many thanks."

He seemed to be politely bowing to Shizhi, and the indifference in his eyes now looked more like ignorance and bewilderment to Shizhi.

"So now can you give me back the dream?"

Shiori, who had finished being a spiritual mentor, stretched in the space, and asked a little exhausted physically and mentally.

"Can also send

you a dream. "

He also seemed to be very grateful, and he wanted to make some reasonable compensation because he was bothering him rashly.

"The prayers contained in the stone slabs are connected with people's hearts. People who exist in the world, people who have passed away, people who are not in this world, and people who have not yet been born, they form a network that constitutes the entire world."

"Therefore - a network of slate connections, capable of constructing, no, with anyone in this world..."

"Stop talking, if you keep talking like this, I really can't help being intoxicated in my dream."

Shiori silently covered her ears in her dream, and shook her head violently.

"This is not a purely fictional illusion or dream. Please don't simply summarize everything in one sentence. This is still reality."

He said sternly.

This kid's MLM method is very powerful.

seriously.

Humans are such a species that cannot withstand temptation.

It's all a dream anyway, but in reality she is a person with absolute principles, so—

"Then... please, open a back door for me and connect my dream with Mr. Fukuzawa's dream?"

It was difficult for her, but finally she spoke firmly.

It can't be done, such sugar-coated shells are too lethal for her.

While covering her face, she crazily spit and spurned herself in her heart, and at the same time couldn't help but put forward a question to the newborn slate spirit.

For him, it is absolutely within his capabilities.

"In the dream, can I control my form at will, such as turning into a cat?"

Woooooo she didn't mean to.

Sorry for those compatriots who can resolutely reject the perfect dream world.

She seemed to have disgraced humanity.

"Yes, it's easy to do."

The Slate Spirit didn't seem to care about her request at all.

"It's better to say, just like this, is it enough?"

"Brother, please stop talking, enough, enough, really enough."

If you let her make an inch of it.

She probably does.

I hope I won't wake up after being drunk.

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