The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 59

When the projection of the secret realm appeared, all the saints were startled.

Because the picture in the secret realm is quite different from what they expected.

The scene in the secret realm, even the golden lotus transformed by the heart of the sage, can only be vaguely detected in the end.

In the secret place, the mountain peaks hang upside down in the sky, and the clouds are laid on the bottom of the feet. There is an extremely mysterious and weird feeling.

It's as if... this secret realm is really just a bubble-like dream.

Mo Di frowned as he watched this scene, "Dream...reminds me of that one."

"It is said that Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies. I don't know whether it was Zhuang Sheng who dreamed of butterflies, or the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Sheng. But when it comes to the three thousand ways of dreaming, there is only... that one."

Mo Di is a veteran sage with a long life and has seen more people and things.

Therefore, when he said this, the Hundred Flowers Saint and the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor both pricked up their ears.

The Hundred Flowers Saint was even more curious, "Who is that person?"

Mo Di glanced at her and smiled slightly, "She is also a woman, but she has already reached a different level from ours. That's why everyone calls her...Dream Lord."

"Dream... Lord?"

The Hundred Flowers Saint silently recited the name, and couldn't help feeling fascinated.

Mo Di glanced at the Hundred Flowers Saint and sighed secretly.

If that person was still there, perhaps Baihua's journey would not be so stumbling.

One walks the path of dreams and the other walks the path of illusion. There must be a certain connection between truth and falsehood.

After this conversation, everyone was silent and focused on the image projected by Jinlian.

in secret.

Song Lanyi frowned, and the power of yin and yang turned into a strangling blade, completely chopping up the monster in front of him.

She looked at the butterflies overflowing from Youman's body, which melted into her body little by little, uncontrollably, and before Yaoman died, she showed a look of relief.

She catches a butterfly, but the butterfly passes through her hand again as if it didn't exist.

"This thing...what the hell is it?"

Song Lanyi rubbed her brows, a little helpless.

Could it be that all secret realms are so strange?

She looked up at the temple in front of her, and stepped into it again.

In the temple, there is also a clay sculpture.

The moment I saw the clay sculpture, the scene in front of me changed again.

A cold finger touched Song Lanyi's brow.

The girl's cold and indifferent face appeared in front of Song Lanyi, and she said softly, "Come here and find me."

In the dark, Song Lanyi seemed to see many butterflies flooding into her mind, but she couldn't control all of them.

She looked at the girl who could resist her action with just one finger, and a feeling of unwillingness suddenly surged in her heart.

In this secret realm, she first passively endured an illusion, and experienced the pain of losing her father again.

Then they came to the temple, or killed people, or were forced to inherit these strange butterflies.

But... why, why should she follow the rhythm of the person behind her, step by step?

Song Lanyi's mood, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly exploded, and his eyes were no longer peaceful, but instead a hint of hostility suddenly rose.

Her eyebrows twitched, and the big bronzing book between her eyebrows jumped into her hands.

She closed her eyes and searched for the poems she needed in her mind.

In fact, Song Lanyi had already discovered that something was wrong with him in the secret realm.

Under the influence of the butterfly, her originally peaceful state of mind gradually approached the girl, becoming cold, ruthless and even bloodthirsty.

At this time, she doesn't need the poems to fight against the enemy, because... she can't even fight.

What she really needs is a poem with a clear heart.

Within a few breaths, Song Lanyi had already made a decision.

"Who abandons me, shall not keep the day of yesterday."

"Those who mess with my mind will be so troubled today."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, the girl's expression changed involuntarily.

She no longer looked cold and indifferent before, but looked at Song Lanyi with a slightly profound gaze.

The girl couldn't help muttering, "Nine is the extreme number, and the fruit of the ninth life will be transformed into the tenth life..."

Song Lanyi doesn't care about Dao Fruit, Consummation, or Ninth World at this moment.

A surge of pride rose out of nowhere in her heart.

Regardless of whether she has a previous life or not, it is all in the past, "the one who abandons me", that is the one who cannot stay, and the evil fate that needs to be cut off.

Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or in this life, whether it was Song Hanhai or the father in the previous life, whether it was true or false, or false or true, in the final analysis, they were all "disturbing my mind".

From the idealistic point of view that Song Lanyi is willing to believe, she has seen and experienced it, so what is the difference between all of this, even if it is fake, and the real thing?

Her mind became clearer and clearer. The shadow that had been lingering in her heart for many days seemed to be melted away by the scorching sun at this moment.

She looked at the girl's surprised eyes, her thoughts flowed through her mind, and she laughed loudly, truly blending into the verse.

"The long wind sends the autumn geese for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy the tall buildings."

"Penglai's article has a strong bone, and Xiaoxie Qingfa in the middle."

Li Bai's figure floated out of the bronzing book at some point, he looked at Song Lanyi with a smile in his eyes, stroked the top of her hair with a smile, and said word by word, "Ju Huai Yi is prosperous and thinks about flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon."

After the words fell, in the dark night of the secret realm, a gleam of light suddenly appeared, clear and shallow.

The people in the secret realm couldn't help but look up at the only light source.

Not far from the temple, a human race and a demon race were confronting each other. However, when the bright moon rose, they were the first to notice this vision.

Zhu Xulin took a piece of grass in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at Mingyue. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, "This Mingyue is the result of talent. Our human race has strong people, and they are nearby! Brothers, support me!"

Zhou Xi glanced at Zhu Xulin, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

No matter how many times she watched it, she still couldn't accept Zhu Xulin's appearance as a bum.

Your Majesty is so wise and mighty, why is the only son of his wife such a guy?

On the other side, Yaoman couldn't help raising his vigilance when he saw this.

Just at this moment, there was a faint sound in the distance.

"When the water is cut off with a knife, the water will flow more, and raising a glass will make you worry even more."

"Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spread out boats."

Poetry, success!
Song Lanyi only felt as if she was lying on the inside of a ship above the Milky Way. Under the gentle yet warm light of the bright moon, the Milky Way on her body turned into flowing water and flowed into her mind together.

The bun tied up behind her was scattered out of nowhere, and her long hair hung down to her waist, giving her a sense of rambunctious celebrity.

In front of her eyes, the girl's figure was gradually disintegrating, and she sighed lowly.

She obviously looks like a child, but when she speaks, there is a slightly hoarse magnetic voice.

"Why bother? Transformed by the Dao Fruit of the Ninth World, you and I... are not different from each other."

　It's just a little prelude, guess which life the dream master is?
　　I like a sentence very much: a big dream in the world, the world is cool in autumn.

　　The ancient Greek philosopher, Epictetus, once said that we are not on the stage of our choice, and we are not performing on the script of our choice.

　　When the counselor was chatting with me, he also said that life is actually very painful, because when you appeared in this world, you came crying, and when you left in the end, you walked away amidst the cries of others of.

　　So I feel that life is like a dream, don't pursue too much, just go through it and it will be fine.This is the way of thinking that I recognized when I was 20 years old and a freshman. I wrote it here today. I hope that after many years, when I look through the notes here, I can feel a smile.

　　I am so young that some readers may not think they can lift a pen to write such content.In fact, I also have these concerns.

　　Therefore, these things can be regarded as the records of my growing up.

　　ps: Don’t think I’m long-winded

　　
　
(End of this chapter)