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[Dream Time Travel Card].

As the name says, it is necessary to realize the role of time travel in dreams.

The main premise is to fall asleep first.

But after so many things, in the secret room in this house, there is an existence that can threaten his name.

How big would Xia Qingtian be if he could fall asleep normally?

And there are really no items related to fast falling asleep in her mall inventory.

In desperation, Xia Qingtian put his eyes on the kettle next to him.

Before, Kara just wanted to stun her and Mobius with the water poured from the kettle.

Eyes lit up, Xia Qingtian immediately took the kettle and poured it into the previous cup.

Looking at the water in the glass, Xia Qingtian took a deep breath, without giving himself a chance to regret and hesitate, he sighed directly.

As soon as he drank it, Xia Qingtian didn't feel anything, but soon, he felt that the world in front of him was a little blurry, his tongue was numb, and he felt a little heavy.

Xia Qingtian hurriedly supported the table and sat on the chair: "Don't talk about it...this thing...it's pretty good..."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Qingtian collapsed on the chair and passed out.

The moment she entered the dream, Xia Qingtian seemed to be pulled into a container by a powerful suction.

The world in front of me also changed from dark to hazy, and finally I felt the light.

Xia Qingtian thought, this is probably the third-party perspective in the description.

But from this perspective...how can I not see anything?

Garbage system, can it work?

Xia Qingtian was thinking like this when he vaguely heard someone talking, and then, the whole world suddenly opened up.

The much younger Amiya lifted the cloth covering the mirror, then turned around and shouted in Basque, "Dad, can you use me to help?"

"No." The man who answered was a man with a cigarette. He had an exaggerated beard on his chin. Under his dark curly hair, he could vaguely see that the man had a fairly handsome face, but he was a little sloppy. He also revealed that With some vicissitudes.

The man carried a bundle of packed picture frames and squeezed into the door, exhorting, "Amiya, be careful with your feet."

"Okay~"

Although the man said no, Amiya went to help and walked into the house with a heavy painting box, and then the father and daughter began to clean up the whole house together.

Soon the house was bright and tidy.

"Dad, I want to go out for a walk." Amiya was full of curiosity about this place.

"Go, don't go too far." With a cigarette butt in his mouth, the man was skillfully assembling the easel and sorting out his painting materials.

Amiya went out, and the man started painting when he was busy.

Amiya is back, and the man is still painting.

Amiya went out again. The man hadn't woken up yet, but he started painting when he woke up.

Amiya is back, and the man is still painting.

...

The days were ordinary and monotonous, and even Xia Qingtian, who was sitting cross-legged in the mirror, couldn't help yawning.

Finally, on a rainy night, the father and daughter had a very unpleasant quarrel.

They were speaking a little too fast, which Xia Qingtian didn't quite understand.

But... to be honest, if she puts herself in Amiya's shoes, she won't be able to stand it.

"Go back to your room!" The man used his father's usual tricks.

"I hate you!" Amiya involuntarily roared such a sentence, and ran back to her room.

The man sits alone, sighs, smokes, and resumes painting.

The turning point of the matter appeared in the evening of the next day, when a lost traveler knocked on Amiya's door.

"I'm sorry, my car broke down and my phone has no power. Can I disturb you?" The moment the voice entered the house, Xia Qingtian, who was sitting in the mirror, was instantly refreshed.

It was Mrs Camille's voice.

Mrs. Camille was invited into the house. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder white floral dress with a bohemian-style woven belt around her waist to accentuate her good figure. A tan sunglasses hung on his little face.

Amiya poured Mrs. Camille a glass of water and helped her connect the phone charger.

Amiya was very curious about this beautiful woman she had never seen before: "Where did you come from?"

"Paris, I'm here for a trip." Camille took off her sunglasses and showed a bright smile: "You have a lot of paintings at home, they're very beautiful."

"Thank you, my dad drew them all." Amiya chatted with Camille and pouted at the man behind her.

"Can I take a look?" Camille contacted the people at the rental car shop and the repair center, and then she asked curiously after seeing that there was still time to pass.

"Whatever." Amiya shrugged and said indifferently.

Anyway, her father only cares about paintings. When all the things in the house are emptied, maybe her father is willing to look away from the damn painting for a few seconds.

Camille paced to the man's side and looked at the man's painting with admiration in her eyes.

The man drew, and Camille watched silently, until the man seemed to be troubled by the color of a certain brush.

Camille just reached out and took the man's pen, smeared a little bright yellow on his paint plate, re-adjusted a more gorgeous color, and painted it in a perfect position.

"Wow." It was only now that the man noticed that the person standing beside him was not Amiya.

He was surprised at first by Camille's stroke, and then at Camille's beauty.

"Be careful." Camille raised her hand to support the drawing board, and then said with a smile, "Sorry for disturbing you."

"It's okay, no, you are..." The man looked at Camille in a daze.

"Camille, just call me Camille." Camille stretched out her hand and said with a smile.

"Girona." The man reached out and shook Camille: "Just call me Girona."

After shaking hands, there was a moment of silence.

"Are you a resident here?" Girona took the lead in breaking the current silence a little awkwardly and asked.

"No, I came here by car to play." Camille said, "My home is in Paris, and I'm just taking advantage of the holiday to relax."

"Generally, people who travel may choose places like Barcelona or Madrid. There are not many people here." Girona said.

"I prefer to be a little more comfortable, and my personality is also at ease. Wherever I get lost, it doesn't count." Camille said with a smile.

Camille just talked to Girona about her car. Girona seemed to understand cars quite a bit. Before the people from the rental car agency and the repair center came, Camille's car was repaired.

"Wow~" Camille said after thanking her repeatedly, "I should be staying at the hotel here for the next two days, and I hope to have the opportunity to contact you again."

"Okay." Girona responded. Seeing that Camille was about to get in the car and leave, Girona seemed to summon up the courage to ask, "That, that, you are welcome to dinner tonight."

At the end, Girona did not forget to add: "Ah, what Amiya said."

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