Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

It's fun to kiss

Entering someone else's dream is not an easy task.

Even Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, cannot control or change other people's dreams at will, but can only transmit some information through dreams.

To give a simple example, every time she enters her son's dream, she has to wear a hawthorn roll dress as Carlos imagined in her dream. Last time, it seemed to be egg roll shorts, and the last time she had egg tarts. Bras and seaweed slip dresses…

Disgusting!

This led to the fact that she really, really didn't want to be in Carlos's dreams unless absolutely necessary.

For this reason, Carlos knew that in Warren's dream, it was almost impossible to do him any substantial harm.

But the good news is that when ordinary people build dreams, they usually don’t realize that they are the masters of their own dreams. They often don’t actively think and build their own dreams like Carlos, but the brain unconsciously Some fragmented thoughts are often neither logical nor scattered.

Because of this, in dreams, ordinary people don't know how to resist and change unless they encounter a great crisis and arouse a strong instinctive reaction.

If you don't know how to resist and change, there is a tiny loophole you can exploit.

Carlos felt that he could frighten Warren a little bit because of his identity as a god. It is best to keep it at the level of a little nightmare of "scaring him, but not hurting him" for three or four days in a row, so that Neither will encounter a counterattack, but also take revenge.

'If you bite me, I will only let you sleep badly for three or four days. I am really a tolerant and magnanimous god. '

Carlos is quite satisfied with his plan.

He then happily transformed into Cerberus (the three-headed hellhound) and set off to frighten Warren.

Cerberus, the watchdog of hell, has three heads, a snake's tail, blood-red eyes, and a mouth full of fangs on each of the three heads.

In Carlos's view, it was a very scary monster.

When he was very young, Aphrodite took him to the underworld for a visit. Because Carlos has been addicted to sweets all year round, he always had a sweet and greasy smell on his body.

But Cerberus is a dog that loves to eat honey cakes. At that time, many people would keep a piece of honey cakes by their side before they died, just to come to Hades and bribe the guard dog.

When it saw the sweet Carlos on his body, it seemed to have seen a huge piece of honey cake, and walked towards itself, ignoring the ugly expression of the beauty god, and immediately rushed towards it, drooling and growling...

Carlos was terrified. While crying, he used his supernatural power efficiently and successfully made the guard dog give birth to a litter of puppies after many days.

From then on, one person and one dog hated each other, leaving a huge psychological shadow on each other, and regarded each other as a nightmare.

To judge others by himself, Carlos felt that he would be very successful by becoming like Cerberus to frighten people.

He transformed into a good figure, waved his snake-shaped tail, shook his three heads, opened his bloody mouth, and opened the door to Warren's dream world with a wicked smile.

The moment the door opened, Carlos was in a trance for a moment, thinking he was back at X Academy.

Because, in Warren's dream, every plant and tree is the original scene of X Academy.

'Dreams more or less reflect people's inner world...'

Carlos thought secretly: "So, in Warren's heart, he actually likes X Academy so much?" '

As he thought about it, he skillfully began to look for Warren in the academy. The three heads of the three-headed hellhound looked back and forth.It is obviously a ferocious beast, but probably the soul inside is different, and there is no ferocious feeling at all, but a bit of innocence.

He skillfully entered the teaching building, searched every classroom, ran around the playground, and even searched the roof of the building, but he still couldn't find anyone!

'It's so strange, how could someone not have himself in his dream? '

Carlos thought curiously, and wanted to find Warren more and more.

He was so excited that he seemed to be playing an interesting game of hide-and-seek. He forgot all about revenge, and seriously started looking for Warren in various places.

But he still couldn't find it. Carlos was not very happy, and unconsciously wandered into the bedroom that belonged to him. After opening the bedroom door, he found that Warren was standing in his room.

"Warren, what are you doing in my room?"

Carlos forgot the image of his three-headed hell dog, and blurted out the question in surprise.

"How can there be a dog?"

Warren turned around, a look of surprise flashed across his handsome face.

Carlos was taken aback, and immediately remembered his intentions.

He imitated Cerberus' hunting appearance, kicking his hind legs on the ground, waving his snake-like tail, and roaring at the same time with three heads, making a fierce posture, as if he was about to pounce.

Warren suddenly laughed: "Carlos, what are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, Carlos suddenly realized that the ferocious three-headed dog he had worked so hard to transform, like ice and snow seeing the sun, melted quickly.

Because it was in Warren's dream, he couldn't resist the will of the real owner of the dream at all, and with a stupid face, he changed back into a human form: "How do you know it's me?"

"Hey, is this dream so real?" Warren said to himself with a smile.

Then, he replied seriously: "Because I like you, no matter what you become, I will know you."

Carlos was even more surprised: "You know you're dreaming?"

Warren looked at him with strange eyes, but said in a softer tone, "Yes, because there are always many, many people around you, but in dreams, there will only be the two of us."

Carlos was a little bit understanding, but also a little bit ignorant.

Warren approached him slowly and whispered again, "I like you, Carlos."

Carlos understood this time.

He couldn't help laughing happily, and said proudly and narcissistically, "Of course, who wouldn't like me!"

The scene suddenly changed, and Carlos was instantly transferred from his bedroom to the school gate.

If it is in the real world, it will definitely be a very strange thing.

But in the dream, he knew that this must be Warren thinking of something else. The dreams of ordinary people are always like this, illogical and intermittent.

"Carlos, stand a little to the left." Warren's voice suddenly sounded from beside his ear.

Carlos subconsciously stood a little obediently to the left, but after standing, he realized that something was wrong. He fell into a dream to scare people, why didn't he succeed in scaring people, and why did he cooperate inexplicably?

However, the next moment.

Warren fell from the sky, as fast as lightning, and kissed Carlos' lips fiercely again.

The plot develops too fast, like a tornado.

Carlos was caught off guard and staggered when he was hit. He let out a groan and glared at Warren: "What are you doing!"

"Practice," Warren replied.

Stretching his huge snow-white wings, he stopped in mid-air with a confused expression on his face: "Is this strength still not enough? Then I'll try again..."

For the next few hours, Carlos was horrified to find that Warren began to change scenes in his dream.

This also led to him starting to appear in various scenes of X Academy. He was still in the cafeteria one second, and appeared on the playground the next second. Immediately afterwards, he appeared in classrooms, corridors, trees, and by the lake...

This is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that every time he switches to a new scene, when he just stands firm, there will be an angel, waving big wings, descending from the sky, unstoppable, full of momentum, choosing various angles, to hit (kiss) he.

Once, twice, three times...

What kind of hatred and resentment! ?

'The last time I bit my mouth, I have to bite it so many times in my dream! '

Carlos was furious, but because he was in a dream, he couldn't resist for a while, so he could only be smashed by the "violent impact" in this sudden attack.

After the scene changed again, he just lay down on the ground shamelessly and couldn't get up. Looking at Warren who flew in front of him again, he shed two lines of heroic tears without love, and shouted with a wooden face: "What the hell are you trying to do? !!!!"

Warren gently patted his head with the tips of his wings, explained patiently and urged: "I want to kiss you! Get up! Let's practice more, so we won't break our mouth!"

It turned out that day by day, day by night, day by day, by day by day, by day and by night, after playing romance and causing a 'bleeding accident' instead, Warren naturally thought about it in his dreams.

And dreams are usually vague and unreal, but this time Carlos dreamed of dying, which instantly increased the reality of the dream. The Warren in the dream is not as rational, intelligent, or as real as the Warren in reality. If he doesn't know how to think, he is completely obsessed. At the moment when he realizes that the dream is more real than before, what he wants to do the most is to try to redeem the regret of that day and practice kissing skills hard.

Carlos naturally couldn't think of such a complicated thing.

However, when Warren said, 'I just want to kiss you, to practice', he just felt blood surge in his chest, and he almost spat blood all over the bastard's face, practice you big-headed ghost !

He glared at Warren with hatred: "Then won't you kiss well? Why do you have to rush down from the sky so hard?"

"That's right!" Warren in the dream finally realized.

With super high mobility, he immediately pressed Carlos to the ground, bent down, lowered his head, and kissed him firmly and warmly with his lips. After kissing for a long time, he forced him to open his mouth and stick his tongue in... …

Because it was in a dream, there was no need to think about other issues at all, this kiss seemed to be endlessly long.

Carlos felt that if it wasn't in a dream, his mouth must have been swollen from his back and forth messing around, and it took him a while to recover from the shock, and he was attracted by the kiss again.

With a little novelty and interest, he responded cautiously, so the kiss became more and more uncontrollable.

"If you don't get hit and bleed...kissing seems to be quite interesting."

He hugged Warren's waist intimately, his green eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he thought without integrity: "Anyway, I can't wake up now, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... Anyway, it's boring, I can come to this dream twice more." Come on, find Warren and kiss."

Around five or six in the morning, Warren woke up from a dream.

He lay on the bed in a daze for a while, quietly recalling the sweet kiss with Carlos in his dream, and couldn't help sighing regretfully: "It turned out to be a dream!"