"Death God 13, bring me into her dream!”
The Death God wearing the clown mask slowly disappeared, and Qiao Ye fell in front of Zhuge Dali's door.
If one observed carefully, they would find that Qiao Ye was only asleep.
——
In Zhuge Dali's dream, Qiao Ye was floating in the air and looking down.
"This is a school? He was really hardworking to be in school even in his dreams.”
After floating and observing for a while, Qiao Ye began to think about how to probe.
Zhuge Dali would forget everything that happened in the dream after he woke up, but this did not mean that he could ask Qiao Ye directly.
It was precisely because of the invasion of Death God 13 that Zhuge Dali's resting brain had recovered more than 90%.
Qiao Ye didn't want to see if the girl would be as unrestrained and do whatever she wanted in her dreams as ordinary girls.
"Where is she now?"
Qiao Ye searched for a while and found Zhuge Dali in a classroom.
However, what was happening inside made him speechless. He stopped at the door.
"Dali, I won't let this kind of person bother you anymore.”
" Qiao Ye's " tall body stood in front of Zhuge Dali. A stickman with the word " Zhao Haitang " on his forehead was lying on the ground.
"Oh? Qiao Ye's words were a little intriguing. Could it be that…he wanted to confess?”
Zhuge Dali blinked and asked with a sweet smile.
"Yes, I…"
Puchi!
" Qiao Ye " looked at Zhuge Dali affectionately. However, before he could finish speaking, a sickle pierced through his body.
"The imposter can disappear now."
Qiao Ye kicked away " his " body.
"Eh?"
Zhuge Dali, who was about to accept Qiao Ye's confession, was stunned. What was wrong with her dream? Was there a bug?
That's right, the moment Death God 13 entered and Zhuge Dali left his deep sleep, her rational brain already knew that this was a dream.
Many people could actually know that they were dreaming in their dreams and then control them. This ability would gradually disappear with age, so Zhuge Dali did not find it strange.
With her efficient brain, she could construct a 'plot' in minutes.
However, this scene was beyond her expectations.
It was like a car. She, Zhuge Dali, was the driver. Where the car went and when the people in the car could get out were all decided by her.
However, Qiao Ye's actions made her feel as if the steering wheel had been snatched away from her.
No, it should be said that the two of them were holding the steering wheel together!
Moreover, Qiao Ye gave her the feeling that he was the real Qiao Ye!
"Qiao Ye, why are you here?"
After struggling for a moment, Zhuge Dali looked at the fake Qiao Ye and Zhao Haitang, who had turned to dust and were blown away by the wind. He stood up and walked towards Qiao Ye.
"Hiss-"
After taking two steps, Zhuge Dali felt a pain in his knee and fell forward.
" Qiao Ye will definitely hug me immediately.'
Zhuge Dali thought to himself.
Thump.
Contrary to her wishes, Qiao Ye remained motionless and let her fall to the ground.
'As expected, why isn't the steering wheel in my hands! How can I not control my dream?'
He did not feel any pain when he fell to the ground. Zhuge Dali lay on the ground and his brain was working rapidly, thinking about the reason.
"Hiss, it hurts."
Before Zhuge Dali could think further, the pain on her knee made her sit up involuntarily and cover her wound.
"You're injured. What happened?"
Qiao Ye came back to his senses and squatted down. He checked Zhuge Dali's wound and asked curiously.
God of Death 13 could bring the damage he caused in the dream to reality, and he could also bring the damage he suffered in the real world to the dream.
Obviously, the wound on Zhuge Dali's knee was likely an injury sustained in real life.
"I accidentally ran too fast and knocked into the corner of the table…"
Zhuge Dali sat on the ground and held his knees. He looked confused as he replied.
'What's going on? Is it because my injury is hurting in real life, so I'm synchronized with the dream?'
'No, I have to wake up immediately. Otherwise, the wound will become inflamed!'
"Running too fast? When?" Qiao Ye asked.
"When I came out of your room!”
Faced with Qiao Ye's endless questions in the dream, Zhuge Dali, who was trying to wake up, replied angrily.
"Then I'll help you cure it."
Qiao Ye, who received a reply, thought for a moment and reached out his hand to gently touch Zhuge Dali's knee.
Apart from being a dream killer, Death God 13 also had a healing ability that was insignificant compared to killing.
This healing ability could also be synchronized with reality, but it could only treat the simplest minor injuries and superficial wounds.
"Are you stupid? What's the use of being cured in your dream?”
Zhuge Dali looked at Qiao Ye speechlessly and said.
Just now, she felt that the person in front of her was very similar to Qiao Ye himself, but now she had eliminated that thought.
How could he be so silly?
No, she was the one who had the dream. Was Qiao Ye a fool in her heart?
"Eh?"
Feeling a cool sensation on his knees, Zhuge Dali lowered his head to take a look. He was really cured.
'Is my knee no longer hurting?'
Zhuge Dali thought to himself.
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