Chapter 93: Stop Fighting

"Perhaps this is a different kind of reincarnation, an ability unique to my brother."

"The same flower blooms in different worlds. Whether it is you or me, we all know the same person."

Xu Moli made the final conclusion.

The tone is complex.

To her, this was a good thing, as it meant that her brother completely remembered her.

But looking at the witch directly opposite him, looking at the witch he personally sent to his brother, Xu Moli couldn't be happy again.

She was obviously the one who came first...

She is obviously the first...

If only she could be more decisive...

Xu Moli suddenly fell silent.

There is both guilt for what happened back then and uneasiness about the development of things now.

She was a little unsure whether to stick to her original plan and not reunite with her brother until her true form came.

Repeatedly in hesitation.

Undecided in hesitation.

In the end, Xu Moli's figure slowly dissipated in front of Krisa, and his consciousness returned to its original form and fell into long thinking.

Krisha's sudden appearance successfully interrupted the fairy's original plan.

"Strange people..."

“But he’s a really good Samaritan.”

Standing in the universe for a long time.

The witch gave this evaluation.

She is a witch with indifferent emotions, a shadow that cannot survive without the sun. She cannot understand or agree with Xu Moli's attitude of clearly caring but hesitating to see each other.

Now.

The mentor's troubles have been resolved, and the witch decided to continue to accompany her mentor.

"Buzz-", the space trembled.

Krisha took a step forward with the wand in hand, and the surrounding time and space changed. When it stabilized again, she had returned to Xu's room from the vast universe.

On the bed, Xu Xi was protected within a magic barrier and slept soundly.

The witch stared at that face for a long time.

It seems to be remembering, as if remembering.

It wasn't until the sun showed signs of rising that she took the small wooden chair and quietly disappeared into the ripples of space, returning to the room Xu Xi had chosen for her.

The witch didn't want to leave a bad impression on Xu Xi.

Not wanting Xu Xi to see him, he entered the room secretly even though he was not allowed to enter.

"I wish you well, mentor..."

The indifferent and ethereal farewell echoed and dissipated in the air.

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Dreams are silent, like a silent abyss.

Dreams are magnificent, with colorful fantasies.

After lying on the soft bed, Xu Xi's consciousness quickly sank, falling layer by layer in a blurry state until he fell into a hazy and illusory dream world.

White and boundless, like a huge skewed white cloud.

Is this really a dream?

Xu Xi hesitated. He felt that his consciousness was very clear. Rather than saying he was dreaming, it was more like a state where the Nascent Soul was out of the body and meditating to communicate with the world.

"What on earth is this..."

Just when Xu Xi was confused.

Colors quietly emerge from the vast blank world like a sea of ​​stars.

The beautiful and mysterious dream reflects the reality of the soul and reveals Xu Xi's extremely familiar figure.

It's snowing heavily.

Chill to the bone.

It's winter in Black Rock City.

White snowflakes are extremely beautiful to the rich, but when they fall on the shoulders of the poor, the lightest bit will turn into a heavy burden.

"Brother, why haven't you come back yet..."

The small figure huddled at the door of the wooden house.

He covered his mouth with his two small hands and kept breathing to himself. From time to time, he would look towards the end of the road, as if waiting for something.

Even though the tip of her nose was frozen to the point of losing consciousness.

Xu Xi was stunned: "Mo Li?"

He subconsciously reached out his hand to help the petite figure brush away the snowflakes.

But this action.

But it makes the dream change.

With the waving of the palm, the five-year-old girl grew up rapidly and transformed into a sickly thirteen or fourteen-year-old, lying alone on the bed in the cave.

His eyes were dull and filled with tears, as if he had lost all hope.

"I'm sorry, brother..."

"It was Mo Li who dragged you down..."

The fragment in front of you.

It seems to be content in the simulated world that Xu Xi doesn't know about, with Xu Moli as the main perspective.

At that time, Xu Xi was still looking for medicine outside. The sickly girl woke up alone in the cave. Facing the empty and deserted room and the weakness inside her body, she fell into deep self-blame.

I felt that I was dragging Xu Xie down.

"It's okay," Xu Xi responded softly, even though he knew that this was a dream without any feedback.

Then, the dream continued to change.

The clouds and mist surged, changing the sky and the earth.

What appeared this time was no longer the scene of Xu Moli, but the story of a gray-silver-haired witch who walked the world alone after Xu Xi died.

She walks in the corners of the world, and her stories are stored in the corners of the world.

Like a ghost.

Forgotten.

Going alone into the unknown.

"Teacher, what should I do..." The confused witch looked up at the sky. The sun was blazing, but it was not the witch's sun.

She was at a loss and didn't know where to go.

In Xu Xi's silence, Krisha in the dream began to try to share the memories she and Xu Xi had.

She once dominated the world's dragon species and cultivated a bunch of colorful dragon blood grass.

She once walked alone in the sea, watching the illusory rainbow fall, but she couldn't touch it.

She once settled in a small town for a short time, filling her own house with many daily necessities, creating the illusion that Xu Xie was still alive.

And try to do some behavior that may be praised by Xu.

"Teacher, look."

"I can also use chopsticks very well..."

"It won't fall casually like before..."

Quiet at the dinner table.

The witch's fingers were no longer clumsy, and she skillfully used chopsticks to pick up a piece of monster meat and put it into the empty bowl opposite her.

The sun shines down heartlessly.

But it didn't bring any warmth to the witch.

She can only use this kind of deception to constantly numb herself and provide herself with the motivation to move forward.

"Moli, Krisha..."

Dreams project the past.

In the real world, Xu Xi has reunited with the witch and has confidence in his sister's safety.

But faced with such a scene, his heart will still be touched.

The simulation is real.

The experience exists.

People’s stories create unique emotions.

These are unforgettable.

However, just when Xu Xi was feeling sentimental about it, the dream scene surged again, and the images of Xu Moli and Krisha appeared at the same time.

Not when I was young, not when I was simulating.

But completely.

The strong posture after two simulations.

"Huh?" Xu Xi was stunned. He saw the younger sister and the student on the screen engaging in a fierce battle, causing the stars to explode and the space to collapse.

The more they fight, the more fierce they become, and they tend to destroy the entire universe.

"Stop fighting, don't fight anymore!"

Xu Xi in the dream wanted to stop it.

But the fluctuations of the battle were too turbulent and swallowed him up.

The picture is broken.

Dizziness hits.

In the slightly dazzling morning sunlight, Xu Xi opened his eyes, his face looking slightly tired:

"Is it really a dream?"

"However, in my current state, I shouldn't have such weird dreams. Is this some kind of omen?"