I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

The reason is unknown, but when Eric heard the name that came out of his mouth involuntarily, it seemed that there was agitation from the depths of his soul.

It's not the kind of shock that belongs to pure shock, but the touch in an instant, I don't know how to describe it.

……no.

I can't describe it at all.

It's really quite strange, awkward as hell!

Due to the short time, the teenager who realized that he was in the "dream" had a rough feeling, and was choked firmly.

What's going on with this psychological activity of feeling sad, sad and mixed with a little guilt and regret? !

In the absence of memory as a foreshadowing, Eric's heart twitched, he was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt inexplicably upset.

He (thought he) wasn't the type to particularly like brats.

The brat who stood in front of him brightly, but didn't even look back, had already aroused the extreme dissatisfaction of the dreamer before he showed his true face.

At this critical moment, Eric's rebellious psychology that would flash from time to time appeared unwillingly.

"Whoever you are, show me your face first!"

I don't bother to care about past life entanglements... Well, there is a high probability that it is another bad relationship created by the previous "he".

His eyes fell down, and he made a gesture to reach out directly to pick up the kid who ignored him without saying a word.

That's right - in the dream, he finally got rid of the disadvantage of being short... the slightly under-height, he can look down on the kid as he likes, and his movements are naturally replaced by "carrying".

However, just as the kid in front of him was pulled up by the collar, the man's hand was hanging in the air, and the fingertips protruding from the sleeve trembled slightly.

There was a slight pain like an electric shock in his hand.

The pain was nothing serious, but his fingers loosened subconsciously.

"Snapped!"

It was just that the little ghost whose feet were slightly off the ground wobbled for a while, and then firmly stuck to the ground again.

Eric: "?"

There was still numbness in the place where it was touched, and the electric current seemed to go straight from the fingertips into the depths of the flesh and blood, quite trying to wreak havoc—reminding him of something.

The man, whose head was still not very clear-headed, was surprised, and glanced at his fingers that seemed to be a little bit burnt.

He is not angry.

He was dissatisfied before, but now that he was really hit by bad luck, he is not angry at all.

"I can't pick you up like this? Is it because I did something against the habit of 'my'."

Eric thought, this dream is still interesting, it seems to want to imply to him that everything must follow the rules here, at least before he "wakes up".

Judging from the previous situation, as long as he walked along the track set in the dream, he would definitely see what he wanted to see.

Thinking about it this way, doing nothing and waiting for what you want to come to your door is the most trouble-free and smartest behavior.

How could anyone but fools and weirdos...

——No, that would be too biased.

Faced with this way of advancing that "sending to the front is equivalent to being led by the nose", there is another kind of human arrogance that is stronger and harder than the ice that has been frozen for thousands of years.

Coincidentally, Eric is the kind of person who knows how to walk more easily, but will never forget to walk on this road.

"If you tell me not to do it, I won't do it? Huh."

Isn't it just a "dream", even if the invisible consciousness that is the leader in the "dream" is himself in another time and space, he has nothing to worry about.

Therefore, most of the silver-haired men who had been talking to themselves up to now snorted very lightly, showing an undeniable sternness on their faces.

He started again, and brought up the boy who was still motionless in front of him.

Sure enough, during this rather rude process, he almost guessed that some kind of "rule" of the ontology tried to straighten the track, and tried to stop it again.

This time, even though the electric sparks splashed everywhere and penetrated firmly into the flesh with severe pain, Eric did not let go.

Without even trembling his eyelids, he threw the kid up without changing his expression, let him adjust his direction in mid-air, and then casually caught it.

Facts have proved that this is much more convenient. Eric can see the face of the kid in his hand as long as he lowers his eyes.

"you--"

"........."

unexpected.

Obviously the kid didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but the man who occupied both indifference and strength still choked.

...this brat.

At the first glance, he rarely realized what a soft thing he had grabbed, and almost humiliated the second conditioned reflex to let go.

Being able to accurately grasp the imp's back collar shows that the man's eyesight and reaction are indeed outstanding.

Although the little ghost is short, the white hair that seems to have not been trimmed much is very long, soft like sheep's wool, and the tail of the hair is slightly curly and unkempt.

God knows that Eric relied on his frighteningly strong perseverance to resist the "loving love" in his heart that didn't seem to belong to him and made him get goosebumps all over the place. Think of the cruel behavior of the little sheep.

The man's golden eyes are like a collection of all the blazing rays of light, and those who are firmly locked by his eyes will all have the illusion that they have become prey shrouded in the shadow of the king of beasts.

However, it's not that tense yet.

Eric stared at the sheep kid at most habitually, and then felt a little unaccustomed to looking down at people since he hadn't seriously looked down for a long time——

then.

And because of a temporary discovery, the kid who was in adversity (he thought so) not only didn't cry out of fear, but didn't show any emotion on his face.

What is the eyes that regard people as nothing?

That's it.

When Eric took a second glance, he realized that, strangely enough, the kid's expressionless face was three points more indifferent than his deliberately cold face.

He is not afraid.

He even stared straight ahead, his eyes collided with the man's, and he didn't seem to be forced to retreat.

Everything is nothingness.

External things are reflected in the eyes that should be as deep as amber, but simply reflect their original appearance, and will never be refracted or twisted, let alone change their color.

If an ordinary person, with the heart of frightening children, suddenly met such an unnatural gaze, he might be shocked and bewildered at the moment they looked at each other.

Whether it is good or bad, Eric is not an ordinary person.

"Little devil, your eyes are really annoying."

When he was seen like this, the strong emotions that could not be suppressed instantly overwhelmed the inexplicable numbness, and he spoke bluntly without thinking at all that he should protect the fragile heart of the children.

For a mature man, this seems childish.However, it is not entirely unreasonable.

Because Eric really didn't like that look.

"Extreme Disgust" to be precise.

There's nothing I can do about it, even if it rises to the point of loathing just once.Of course Eric could tell clearly that what annoyed him at the first glance and nauseated him at the next look was only limited to the kid's eyes, not this person alone.

Who would like such a pale and empty "mirror" that is empty and completely covered by the reflection of the picture?

Eric's anger came a little more hastily, and was ignited almost instantly.

What made him angry, and what made him so restless, it is difficult to find out now.

all in all.

He carried out the tenet of doing what comes to mind without hesitation, and the little ghost who didn't know his name until now jerked his body, but he didn't fall to the ground.

"Humph."

The man who was extremely upset changed his posture to mention him, but his tone was still rather displeased: "Can't even talk?"

"..."

The little ghost didn't speak, as if he was using practical actions to show that he didn't know how to do it.

Eric didn't bother to care whether he knew it or not.

"I get angry when I see you like this, and if you don't open your mouth, I'll throw you off the city wall."

"..."

"Very good, you're not afraid of heights, are you? Then shave off your messy hair, and poke me up."

"..."

Eric: "...good. Good tempered."

It's hard to say whether he was so angry with the "unyielding" brat, or he was so angry that he was so angry that he grinded his teeth. It doesn't matter, anyway, the difference is not big.

The annoying little devil was thrown by him and hung on his shoulders, while he himself walked on the city wall with long strides on the long legs he had lost and regained.

Subject to certain restrictions, Eric actually didn't know where he wanted to go, but felt that he couldn't stand still and just wanted to move forward.

The city wall was built along the outline of the city, and because it covers a small area, its length can't be counted as long.

Walking at a man's walking speed, it takes less than an hour to complete a circle.

Eric walked on the slightly uneven wall bricks, probably holding his breath, and his speed was faster than usual.

The scenery outside the wall kept flashing from the corner of his eye, and he didn't pay attention to it at first.

It should be said that if I didn't hear a strange voice sounding close at hand, I wouldn't stop until the end.

"why."

"……Um?"

stopped.

Eric was a little surprised, he thought this kid couldn't speak, but after holding it in for so long, he came up with a strange question - "Why?"

Although it was a bit late, there was a sound anyway, proving that the kid didn't change his words for what he said. Eric decided that the adults had a lot to do, so please forgive him.

"Why, why, no one can understand." He said, "Before I say this, kid, what's your name?"

When asked a question, the kid didn't speak.

Eric was impatient, and said that if he pretended to be stupid like this again, he would really beat someone up, but he still resolutely kept silent, as if he didn't hear a word.

It's just... pissed off.

Eric was very angry, and he didn't want to deal with the stinky brat at the moment, so he found a place to throw him away.

But he didn't want to, when he raised his leg and was about to leave again, a second voice appeared indistinctly.

"happiness……"

"What did you say?"

Did he say a word, or was the following voice swallowed by the wind that suddenly increased in momentum?

Could not hear.

Moreover, what is even more confusing is the behavior of the kid afterwards.

He still didn't speak, and only moved a few times unexpectedly: he stretched out his slender arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, as if he didn't want to let go for a moment.

The white, fluffy mass was just buried on the man's chest.

"...Hey! What's the matter!!!"

Eric was startled.

I thought that the little devil took some wrong medicine, and suddenly made such a move, it was really numb to the bone——

The little ghost refused to let go, and his arms, which were not much stronger than the dough, tightened even more.

People who don't know the situation may think how good their relationship is, how attached the kid is to him, how...

Again.

Inexplicable complex emotions.

The corners of Eric's brows were throbbing, so he could only say: "I'm just talking, and I didn't really throw you down...Okay, okay, let's not throw you down!"

He felt very uncomfortable all over, and he couldn't think too much at the moment, he just planned to tear off the plaster that stuck to his body immediately.

However, when the palm fell for the third time and touched the white hair of the kid in front of him.

The sound of breathing stagnated silently.

I don't know when, the white hair was dyed red, like falling plums floating on the snow.

Bit by bit, bit by bit.

The blood snaked along his outstretched index finger into several messy bright red tracks, dripping down silently.