Chapter 895 Lyon!

"Lyon !!!"

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and after a few mouthfuls of breath, Emma, ​​who was cold, couldn't help raising her arms, and pushed the dirty ebony plate above the head, from the eyes full of insect eyes. Sitting in the coffin, the vest was already penetrated by cold sweat.

What's going on? Why did Lyon push down the cliff by a beast that can't see his face in his own nightmare?

"Huh?"

It seems that the movement of the coffin behind the coffin behind him, the old man who was working hard to brush the pot not far away, couldn't help but look back, and then looked up unhappy:

"You have already entered the coffin, why are you sitting up? Forgot what I said before?"

"I ... I'm sorry ..."

After trying to calm down the stunned heartbeat, Emma, ​​who was shocked, apologized:

"Three generations of adults, I just had a nightmare ..."

"Stop! Stop me!"

After raising his hand, he compared the posture of "STOP" and interrupted Emma's words.

"All of you are being tossed lightly on the other side of the regret city, and lying in [the coffin of the sages] that will affect the soul, it is a strange thing if you don't have seventeen or eight nightmares ... you Look at them, don't you all dream there? "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

It seems that in order to prove his words, the three generations of old men were dug into messy, and the cemetery that was potholed everywhere waved their hands. Members.

"Woohoo ... I'm wrong, I'm really wrong!"

"Please, let him go, let him go!"

"You can't leave this marriage! Otherwise, let's go together!"

"No! No! How could this be!"

"..."

"See you? Aren't you all dreaming there?"

After raising his hand towards the coffin under Emma, ​​the three generations of old men hummed:

"Hurry back and lie down! You of the small waste that you can't even fight, you stayed in the regret city for several weeks before and after. Only half -load can go to the ground, and you can't recover without raising for three or five years.

Although the nightmare is uncomfortable in [coffin of the sages], it is also to repair the cracks on your soul, and even have a little effect of opening wisdom. Do you know if you make a lot of money? "

"Thank you three generations ..."

I have heard about the three generations of directors in the mouth of the red hair. In the face of the old man of the square brain of himself and others, Emma naturally did not dare to neglect.

"But the nightmare I just did, it seemed a bit not right."

"Is there anything right? What is abnormal in the dream? Don't have a fuss."

"But……"

"No! Go! Go back and lie down, don't add chaos to me!"

From the brushed pot that was brushed than the mirror, picked up a wooden handle for shabu -shabu, and pointed to a group of dead people tied to the tree next to the tree.

"Did you see the old man of the green hair? His head was moldy before his hair was golden, and he was called a drama writer who encountered it for thousands of years, and every hair dropped when he wrote the script, and someone was a real gold collection.

There is also the old lady opposite. Although the breasts have been pulled to the knee now, when they are alive, they are also known as the elegant posture. A performance can at least gather more than 100,000 viewers. Low out one kilometer.

The rest of the tied to the remaining side is basically the scholar of the mechanical capital of Corrock. A lot of things you use now are inventing by others. Which of them is all the heroes of mankind!

In order to make the coffin to repair your soul, I poured them out of the grave bag! If you were not sent by that kid, I was too lazy to care about your souls without any problems, don't know how to lift the Olympics! "

"I ... but I dreamed Lyon just now, he ..."

"Aren't you his head? Dreaming about him is abnormal?"

"..."

The three generations of old men were granted and asked for granted. After a while, Emma couldn't help but look slightly red and authentic:

"It's not the kind of dream! I dreamed that Lyon hugged a naked man and fell off a very steep cliff!"

"ah???"

After hearing Emma's words, the three generations of old men were shocked, and then their faces were incredible:

"He still has that kind of hobby?"

"no……"

It was found that the three -generation old man's brain circuit was a bit strange. Emma, ​​who felt unclear with him, pursed his lips and tried to organize the language and then said again:

"My connection with Lyon is very close ... you listen to me!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Raising his hand in advance and stopping the three generations of old men who wanted to open up, Emma, ​​who looked a little anxious, explained very quickly:

"Lyon once carried me back from the dead world. The soul between us was very close, and then there were some connections.

So I think that my nightmare is likely not just a simple nightmare, but a part of the soul fragments that Lyon stayed in the dead world. After his soul accident, my soul felt the situation at the time! "

"Is this ..."

The three generations of old men couldn't help but look at the words, and then frowned and blocked:

"Then according to what you saw, if we analyze it... could it be that the soul of that boy committed suicide by jumping off a cliff with a naked man?"

"..."

This old man must have a problem with his brain!!!

Facing the Third-generation Director who kept talking nonsense and pretending not to understand, Emma, ​​who was extremely uneasy, stamped her feet and said with an annoyed look:

"Third-generation Master! Leon's soul may be in trouble! He is the most outstanding cleaner in my...our Cleaning Bureau in these years! And you are his teacher! You..."

"Bullshit!"

The square-headed old man couldn't help but get furious when he heard it, and jumped back and cursed:

"You are his teacher! Your whole family is his teacher! I...Fuck! Don't talk nonsense! I didn't teach him anything at all! I don't know him at all!"

"Teacher, you feel guilty for saying this."

"?!?!!!"

After hearing the voice that almost ruined his reputation, the Third-generation Director's neck couldn't help but shrink slightly, and then looked back with an extremely complicated expression.

A pile of rare materials... No, a familiar figure with black hair and black eyes reached out from the pot and pulled the edge of the pot, pouring out the water used to wash the pot, then crouched down and got out of the pot that he had polished to a shine, and said with a disgusting smile:

"Three..."

"Leon!"