Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 302 Starship Captain is a Merchant (36)
Chapter 330 The Dream
An Mo knew that he was dreaming.

She also knows that dreams are false.

But this dream is too real——

She was brought back to the original world, and lived in an orphanage with cold rooms and even colder people as long as she could remember.The adults there beat and scolded them frequently, and looked at them as if they were disgusting maggots.

Later, when she reached the age, she was driven out of the orphanage. During the day, she sat on the side of the road numbly watching the constant flow of traffic and people. At night, she nestled in a small one-square-meter corner next to the garbage station, lingering on her last breath.

Because it was in a dream, An Mo felt that she had the perspective of God, and many years passed in a blink of an eye, but all of this was her real past, and no matter how fast time flowed, she could not ignore even a little bit of it. Trivial details.

Her pain, her resentment, her despair...became numb and unconscious in the end.

"Live" again, facing the hypocritical couple who wanted to adopt her, she suddenly didn't know whether to be grateful or disgusted.

I hate them for selling themselves like goods, I hate them for giving themselves hope and then cutting it off with their own hands.

But without them, I would have been living on the streets in a difficult and pitiful life, and at the same time could not escape the end of autism.

This should be called hopeless redemption.

Later, she went to film, won an award, and died suddenly.

The dream didn't stop here, as if her soul was lifted into the sky, she watched everything that followed with cold eyes.

Under the publicity of major media, netizens sympathized with her and spontaneously held a grand funeral for her. Many people came to see her off, and many girls couldn't help but shed tears.

She was forced by the dream to only look at the crying strangers. In the end, the picture was fixed on the face of a woman in her 40s, her vision gradually blurred, and the scene was changed immediately.

The consciousness clearly recognized that the surrounding layout matched a certain part in the memory. This was the secret realm of the universe where the elves were located.

This time the story is longer, starting from how "her" parents fell in love behind their backs, and then an elf who loved her mother very much was willing to cover up everything for her, so that she was born smoothly and grew up happily.

She knew her true life experience since she was born, but she is still happy. She has three relatives who love her very much, although her biological father is rare to meet.

Such happy days were not ended until the coming-of-age ceremony.

It wasn't that the tribe rejected her and her mother. Although they were exposed by the holy pillar totem, everyone was shocked, but in the end everyone decided to forgive them, perhaps because of their special identities. In short, the atmosphere was relatively relaxed.

It was the appearance of a man who broke everything. The man killed her fake father who was protecting her mother, and was going to kill her mother. He was stopped by the real father who was hiding in the dark. The clan poured all their strength into releasing a large magic circle, teleporting the man away from the secret realm.

And she was captured and taken away by the man at this moment, and she only had time to take a look at the comatose mother and the somewhat crazy father.

The dream here seems to be over, but An Mo just can't wake up no matter what.

She seemed to be thrown into the water, soaked for three days and three nights before sinking to the bottom, the bottom of the water was a pool of soft mud.

That touch made her extremely comfortable, even more comfortable than lying on a sun-baked velvet quilt, and she simply wanted to lie here forever and sleep forever.

As if aware of what the dream owner was thinking and changed accordingly, An Mo really fell asleep in the soft mud of the dream.The person in the dream had no concept of time, and she didn't know how long she had slept, until she felt dizzy from too much sleep, and she gradually woke up.

Then she found that the soft mud under her body had turned into a swamp. She tried her best to get out, but sank deeper and deeper.

The feeling of powerlessness and suffocation filled the limbs and bones, and rushed into the internal organs. Although she was consciously telling her that there was no one around, she tried to call for help, but she swallowed a big mouthful of mud as soon as she opened her mouth.

An unprecedented strong vomiting sensation made her feel cold and numb, and she suddenly woke up.

It seemed that the last picture of the dream was still in his mind. Although the man's cheeks were still blurred, An Mo could guess who that man was.

"You finally woke up and slept like a pig."

The boy's not-so-kind tone of disdain made An Mo wake up completely from his dream. This was the fireworks of the world that only existed in reality.

The blurred vision gradually became clear, her pupils were in focus, she rolled her eyes mechanically, and breathed a sigh of relief as if she had finally come back to life.

"...Is there any water?" Although she had been soaked in water in the dream, when she woke up she found that her throat was dry and smoking. She said it twice before making a sound. She didn't bother to ask anything, so she had to first Find water to drink.

She is still a little dazed now, but as her consciousness becomes more and more clear, the content of the dream just now in her memory becomes more and more blurred.

In the end, An Mo only remembered that he seemed to have had a very important dream. As for what he dreamed and who he dreamed of, he didn't know.

A bottle of water was unceremoniously thrown to her face, almost hitting her, which completely refreshed her.

With the anxiety of forgetting the dream, she slowly sat up, and looked annoyedly at the direction where the water bottle was thrown——

The culprit was a handsome young man with an appearance that matched his cool voice. His silver hair hung messily on his forehead, half covering his downcast eyes, making his nose even more pointed.

Looking down, there are two thin lips, opening and closing, saying harsh words: "It's really a waste of this opportunity, soaking in a life altar can sink to the bottom, and after coming out, it's still so short, little dwarf Even a dwarf, don't even think about getting taller in the future."

If it weren't for the annoying title at the end of the sentence, An Mo even thought he had seen Lord Gutierre when he was a child.

I have to say that at this time, Wen Shu's annoying tone and words made her feel very kind.

An Mo smiled indifferently, ignoring the other party's undisguised dislike, and while sipping water, he worked his brain to digest the large amount of information contained in the words just now.

At the same time, she also looked at the environment she was in: it was like a cave in the middle of a mountain, and the humid air was mixed with a little coolness, which made her subconsciously put on the coat that she dropped when she got up.

Rubbing the obviously well-made man's coat, An Mo laughed again. Although Wen Shu's mouth is vicious, his heart is not bad.

"Where is this...?" She cautiously asked the first question.

And Wen Shu did not live up to her expectations, and directly grasped the unspoken point: "There is no one alive in the cave around the altar of life for people to rest except me, so hurry up and say something."

　Thank you for the recommendation tickets of Dream Die Shang, Sundial Cat Lai Ye, Ping Yan, Di Wang Gong ~_~, Xiao Xiaoren, thank you.

　　So hungry, so hungry, so hungry. Why do I get hungrier the more I write about dreams?
　　


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