Similarly, there seems to be another figure around my side.

There is no clue condition, no known information, he only knows, he can't lose.

The indicator light lit again, and a new round of games began.

Li Zhanyuan drove a bumper car to start colliding with other cars.

At the beginning, Li Lan just smiled and watched her son playing. After a while, she seemed to find that her son was looking for a car in the edge, and she reached out to the center.

"Son, go there, go there."

Li Zhanyuan turned to look at the center. He saw the girl wearing a red Hanfu appeared there again, still sitting on the bench, and stepped on his feet in front of him in front of him.

The boy turned the steering wheel and opened it to her.

The sharp tremor in his heart appeared again, and he began to tremble again, from the inner trembling, a strong impulse to tear down everything on his body, and once again emerged.

But at this moment, the girl smiled at him.

At this moment, Li Zhanyuan quietly came down, and he smiled.

"Bang!"

He hit the past.

Li Lan: "Are you fun?"

Li Zhanyuan: "It's fun."

Li Lan: "That's going back soon."

Li Zhanyuan: "Okay, mother."

The impacts again and again, the crushing again and again, in exchange for the inner tremor again, but with the increasing number of times, the inner resistance is gradually decreasing.

In this round of games, Li Lan did not take over the steering wheel.

In the next round of games, in the next round, all the boys are still on.

He yelled loudly, he smiled happily, and his face was sweaty.

Finally, Li Lan said: "Son, take a break."

"good."

Li Zhanyuan opened the steering wheel with both hands, leaving two wet handprints.

The mother and child left the bumper car and walked out.

On the way, Li Zhanyuan looked back at the back, and at the central position, that girl, still sitting there.

She didn't blame her to do what she did at all. She still looked at him like this and laughed at him. In her eyes, there were countless bright stars hidden.

Li Zhanyuan's face also filled with a smile.

Boys cannot describe this feeling in detail. This seems to be a kind of trust. The degree of trust is so high. She does not need to speak. She can understand each other as long as a simple look. Any extra explanation is useless cumbersome.

Li Lan asked: "It seems my son is really happy."

"Well, very happy."

Li Zhanyuan didn't know what kind of environment he was in, and he did not break through the memory coverage of "brain fog".

But from the perspective of dreaming, even if there are no other difficult and difficult things, it has a headache for such an opponent.

For other people, this kind of forcibly dragging into it again and over again and again, it can erode step by step until its collapse.

But in the teenager, even if the dream ghost has peeled the most suitable dream, the teenager showed that it was not numb ...

He is adapting!

Everything you mobilizes can cause his emotional out of control, and he will be overcome by him one by one. In the end, he will not be in the bottom of his heart.

He even harvested some kind of happiness from the process of overcoming extreme emotions.

However, he is not without shortcomings.

What he is hiding and what he is maintaining, he has another critical point, and only needs to break it with a small mouth. The one who greet him is a completely bottomed collapse.

But the problem is ...

Outside the playground ticket gate.

Holding the candle and lowering his head, standing there, when it wanted to go inside, the ticket inspection railings had not been opened for it.

The dream ghost slowly raised his head and revealed the face of the men and women.

This face is full of puzzlement.

It feels that it has found another idea of ​​breaking the defense of the juvenile heart, but the problem is that as a manufacturer of this dream, it was blocked outside the dream.

It cannot make any modification on this dream.

This also means that no matter how many dreams reincarnation, what teenagers have experienced here are the first version of dreams.

If the first version of the dream is really effective, even if it is only 99, then the continuous multiplication can continue to weaken it.

But if this version of the dream, for the teenager, it is 1. How many times do you take, it is no effect.

If it is really 1, then even if it is, at least it can be trapped here, but what if it is 01?

This is why the dream ghost has re -dreamed of the young man. It is worried that it will continue to enhance the youth's mood.

The most obvious manifestation is that every time you enter the dream, the time you need to cover your established cognition is getting longer and longer.

But after he pulled him out, he even walked in again.

But this is not the most exaggerated.

The dream ghost took a step back, and its figure suddenly came to the center of the bridge.

Both sides are lakes.

On the lake on the east side, a large or small turtle is moving upstream on the lake, and the extension is extended, and the end cannot be seen.

On the west side of the lake, a ghost shadow was crossing below, and countless hands were constantly exploring the water, as if bearing some kind of torture torture, trying to catch what to replace himself.

Meng Gui looked at the candle in his hand.

Originally, the candle flame was red.

Now, one -third is blue, one third is black, red is only in the middle of the middle, and it is continuing to be compressed.

This is its dream, but it has gradually lost its control.

It doesn't know why this happened, it really can't figure it out.

As a dream ghost, it should be its home, it should dominate everything here.

This is also the place where it is most afraid of it,

What kind of horror exists,

Can you forcibly intervene in your absolute home at home in this way?

Dream ghost closed his eyes.

Next moment,

It opened its eyes.

It is lying in a pond, a burning candle stands on its chest.

Around the pond, it was dark, but through the weak light of candles, you can see more than a dozen vague figures.

They all sat on the pond in a pond, and each did their movements in their hands.

Some are calculating, some are divining with turtle shells, some are throwing a tube, some are planning, and some are shaking coins ...

The idea of ​​calculating it has formed a burst of halo.

This can be regarded as an absolute luxury lineup. In this world, it is really not much to send this forces to deduct this battle.

Dreaming ghosts and them are not a group. They have always been guarded with each other.

They want to lay out to kill them by themselves, at least abolished people.

They need their blessing, get higher deduction blessings, and make their dreams go further.

Both parties, each takes what they need.

But the problem now is:

Who do you want me to kill?

No,

You really know, who is the person who wants me to kill?

No,

you,

How dare?
To be continued...