[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

About Indra's magical dream, it dates back ten years ago.At that time, Indra was nine years old, and the cherry blossom terrace was a small space that was easy to draw, and there was no small building in it.

The flowers and trees piled up with snow, and there were a dozen soft cushions and pillows lying scattered on the grass, with a few small figures on them.

"Is this really something from the ancient gods?"

The talking child was a newcomer to the group and the last member. His facial features were exquisite and beautiful, and his hair color was as warm as the setting sun.

He was lying on the sofa cushion, watching the long-haired boy tinkering with the delicate jade bottle in his hand, his blue eyes as pure as the ocean were full of curiosity.

"Okay, aren't you really fooling us?" The boy in a small suit who came over with a plate of cream cakes looked at his friend suspiciously.

The boy called "Good" had long wine-red hair, and when he lowered his head, the long hair lay softly like satin behind him, very beautiful.

Hearing this, he stopped to study the runes on the small jade bottle, looked up at the person coming, his black eyes were dotted with stars.

"I didn't say it was true." Hao curled his lips: "I just think there is a breath of gods on it." Isn't it interesting to look at the runes outside, so I want to study it.

"Who knew that you all came here to ask." Hao mumbled, this thing was drawn along with the small space, and the sealing rune on it made him think it was a trick.

Well, I don't know why, but I've been very familiar with the formations and spells since I was a child.

The young boy in the suit rolled his eyes, casually forked a small cake and stuffed it into the mouth of the little boy who was watching him eagerly.

"Return to the breath of the gods, okay, just talk nonsense, there are no gods in this world." The little boy put down the tray, looked at the little boy who was chewing with his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster, and reached out to wipe off the dirty words on his face. Be careful with the cream.

"Zhong Ye, don't eat too fast."

Hao raised his eyebrows: "Although I don't know if my intuition is accurate, but Shinichi, until now, are you still maintaining your poor scientific concepts?"

Kudo Shinichi's hand that wiped Chuya's face froze.

"Brother Xinyi?"

Chuuya blinked his big blue eyes and looked up at his little brother.

"It's okay, Chuya, I'll eat yours." Kudo Shinichi silently said "Don't get angry, don't get angry" in his heart, talking to the children in a good voice.

Good: This guy probably forgot, I can read minds.

"I thought you should have figured it out a long time ago."

"No matter what you say, I still believe in science." Kudo Shinichi picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms, trying to keep his last stubbornness.

Regardless of you monsters and ghosts, I am just an ordinary person.

After getting better, he changed the little jade bottle in his hand, and sneered: "Do you think you can still be an ordinary person?"

From a certain point of view, there is indeed only Kudo Shinichi, an ordinary human being among the friends, but...

The last time the two of them met in Hawaii, Shinichi still needed help with a back spirit.The last time we met in real life, Kudo Shinichi had evolved to the point where he could carry a tennis racket and chop flying spirits. What kind of peaceful life do you expect him to live?

Just as Shinichi was about to refute back, the small jade bottle that was spinning in the good hands was thrown out unexpectedly, and just fell on the cake tray that Shinichi put down.

Then the three of them watched helplessly, the little jade bottle that had spent so much effort to untie the rune just shattered so lightly and delicately.The shards of the jade bottle disappeared almost at the same time, and all the contents were sprinkled on the black forest cake placed on the edge of the tray.

good:"……"

Shinichi: "..." Didn't you say that the runes on this bottle are difficult to unlock?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't know why, also blinked.

Indra turned out from the forest, and what he saw was the scene of the little friends staring at each other.

"You guys, what's going on?"

Indra had just put his younger brother Ashura to sleep, and was looked at with strange eyes by his father who rarely came back all day, feeling very aggrieved.Indra child wanted to go to the chat room to complain to the friends, and then found that the friends didn't seem to be online, so he simply ran into the space.

Sure enough, there are people everywhere at the usual gatherings.

Indra ran over, found a random place to sit, and rubbed the pillow by the way.

"Indra." Hao rubbed his little friend's head, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, we are just having friendly exchanges, Zhongye, don't you think so?"

Turning to look at the youngest baby present.

Nakahara Chuya was born in the world not too long ago. At this time, he was holding the small cake that Kudo Shinichi stuffed him, and met three pairs of big smiling eyes.

"What Nissan said is right~" Zhong also raised his head and said, Brother Xinyi and Brother Hao were both smiling, and they communicated friendly, which should mean happiness.

Indra looked at it suspiciously, and then at Shinichi, the two little friends were looking at each other with a strange look.

Chuuya, this is not happy.

Indra swept his gaze and saw a plate of small cakes in front of him.

In fact, I like sweets very much, but there are few at home. Indra, who can only get his wish from his little friend, stretched out his hand silently and picked up a small cake.

So, Haohe and Shinichi, who had finished fighting with their eyes, turned around and saw that Indra was digging a piece of black forest and had already eaten half of it.

"Wait Indra this can't—"

Indra raised his head and looked at his terrified little friend suspiciously, then his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

His consciousness sank into the deepest darkness. After an unknown amount of time, light and shadows fell faintly in the deep darkness. He followed the only ray of light and walked into scenes where reality and illusion could not be distinguished.

A man who looked very similar to him and his younger brother Asura, wearing similar armor, looked at each other from afar on both sides of the battlefield.

Standing on top of the stone statues of the two men, the black-haired and blond-haired teenagers were fighting to the death.

A smiling young man shed blood and tears, a battlefield where tens of thousands of people are rushing to, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a man who looks very similar to him is holding a round fan and holding a sickle, laughing wildly and wildly, behind the long-haired man thousands of green trees are whistling Coming, the black unknown object grinned ferociously, the blood moon spread, and the white-haired goddess descended.

Indra saw his father appear from time and space, told the blond and black-haired boy about the ancient past, but denied everything about him.

"Madara-!!!" "Hashirama-!!!"

"Sasuke——!!!" "Naruto——!!!"

When Indra woke up, he felt as if he had lived his whole life in a dream.

In front of him was the worried face of his friend, and the orange-haired child lay beside him, sleeping extremely restlessly.

"Indra, how are you?"

Aura gathered in the master's hand, and he checked his little partner up and down.Shinichi stared at Indra's empty face with a very anxious tone.

"...I'm fine," Indra shook his head and said, "I just had a strange dream."

"Dream?"

No fault was detected, so he frowned, subconsciously thinking that it was not a good dream.

"Is it convenient to say?"

Naturally, there was no inconvenience, and Indra quickly explained his dream to Hao and Shinichi.

After finishing speaking, Shinichi was still thinking about what was going on, but Hao almost didn't think about it: "I'm afraid this is your future."

The author has something to say: What Indra dreamed was Sansei III, compare them to calling each other's names when they fight 2333

That small bottle is actually filled with a magical wine produced by the Zixiao Palace next door for a thousand years. You can tell what it is for just by hearing the name. Its function depends on who is drinking it.

Just like Li Erfeng next door, he dreamed back to the real history hehe.

The two texts next door ask for advance receipt——

Document [-]: "[Comprehensive] Fusu Youqin"

*One of the reincarnations of Prince Changqin in those years*

In those years when the prince fluttered around with his long piano, he would occasionally reincarnate to experience the various states of the world that his friends said.

In this life, he became Fusu, the eldest son of Yingqin.

After drinking half a bowl of Mengpo soup, Changqin, who vaguely remembered her identity, decided to take the route of being sick and weak.

however……

"Ask the eldest son, how can you practice the superb swordsmanship of the eldest son?"

"Find an ancestor who uses a sword as a friend."

"Why does the eldest son love Qin so much?"

"You, lucky, born in this world, can't you cherish the same kind?"

Eldest son, you just ground your teeth, right?

——Wait for the eldest son!Xu Fu can't chop!

Follow-up document [-]: "[Comprehensive] The Legacy Sword Returns to the Tang Dynasty"

*It is the parallel time and space of Prince Yin next door, if Honghuang had never looked back*

In the ninth year of Wude, the struggle for the throne of the Tang Empire reached a fever pitch, and conflicts were on the verge of breaking out.

On the third day of June, news spread from the East Palace: the prince fell into a coma for no reason.

The crown prince of the country is the cornerstone, but the prince cannot wake up for a long time.

After three months, the East Palace changed hands, and everything was settled.

Everyone thought that the former prince must have spent his decadent life like this.Until that day, the heavenly demons from outside the territory oppressed the territory, and the court was at a loss what to do.The former prince Li Jiancheng broke a branch of palace wall willow, and turned out of the pile of rouge beauties with an unusually young face——

Huang Huang's sword spanned thousands of years, breaking through the eternal night.

The ex-prince let out a lazy laugh, and the shadow came from a world away.

——In the past, he died with a broken sword, but now his soul wakes up and returns to Tang Dynasty.Long sleep for three months, a dream for a thousand years.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: 1 interior view of Huangting;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Moyin Morning Breeze; 3 bottles of Spring and Autumn Qianye; 1 bottle of Min Ye;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!