Release that Witch

Roland's mood also surged with this sentence. Originally, I wanted to blame her for not taking life adventures. Looking at her relaxed smile, she swallowed her throat and then did not know what to pick up.

Finally he had to take a picture of her back. "Don't be so slammed next time."

The nightingale nodded first, then shook his head again, and the voice was so strong that he could hear it. "I don't like Anna, I can turn those drawings into reality... I can do it for you, only this." She is a little After a pause, I went on and said, "But please be assured that it is the most important thing to stay with me. I will not easily put myself in danger."

This straightforward discourse made her cheeks turn a little bit red, and although it suddenly became ambiguous when it was halfway, Roland still heard it, it was a "you".

After that, it was probably exhausting all the courage, and the nightingale broke out from his arms and broke into the fog.

It's hard to imagine that this woman, who is obviously brave enough to say these words, can hold firearms and explosives, and in the ruins, single-handedly confronts the horrible monsters one-on-one.

His heart could not help but have a burst of emotion.

"For the future security work, please continue to be served by me."

The sound of the nightingale came from behind, and when she mentioned this, her tone suddenly became much more stable, and somehow, Roland gave birth to a long-lost feeling of peace of mind.

Next is the practice hug of other witches.

But what made him feel a little uncomfortable was that the Tacitahs looked at his eyes.

Unlike the league members who are filled with laughter and laughter, they still maintain the basic order after landing. Under the leadership of the first few people, they are carrying black boxes through the pier. But when they passed by Roland, their eyes were almost like nails on him. There was a burning sensation like a real thing. The eagerness and eagerness to try could make him shudder.

Roland clearly understands the reason. It is nothing more than that Pasha and others have told the world of dreams to the goddess of witches on the front line of the snow-capped mountains. The purpose of their return is to bring some of the search results, and the other is to transport the soul instruments to the heavy snow. In the mountains, the transfer work that engulfs the worms is completed.

The problem is that if all women's burning eyes don't make him care so much, most of these gods are witches. Most of them are male appearances. After all, the source of the body limits their choices, and they are attached to the male **** warrior. It’s also a helpless move, but for Roland, the feelings are very different.

Even if they know that their souls are still women's hearts, they will instinctively feel repulsive if they are directly looked at by a group of tall and powerful "men". If the eyes are still with uncontrollable desires, their feelings will be even worse.

It was hard to wait until the end of the meeting. Roland just returned to the castle, and the nightingale shook his long legs again and appeared on his desk.

"Those things that empty shells can enter the world of dreams... is it true?"

It seems that it is not only the remnants of Tacila, but the news has also spread to other witches.

“I was initially surprised,” Roland shrugged. “As long as they interrupt consciousness within the scope of the light column, it will appear in the dream that the light beam is not so much a connection with the gods, but rather a transmission channel.”

The night licked his mouth, did not answer, his eyes were getting brighter, and his feet were on his knees. Obviously, her courage is much bigger without outsiders watching.

"No!" Roland immediately vetoed, "I know what you are thinking, turning yourself into a witch, and then entering a dream? I won't agree with you."

Unlike Anna, the nightingale is obviously easy to impulsive in acting. He has already been taught, so he noticed the other person's thoughts and he stopped her thoughts for the first time. If it is left, she may not do it.

"But me..."

"Nothing is impossible," Roland said without hesitation. "Entering a dream does not mean integrating my consciousness. It does not mean that it can last forever. It is just a quirky quirky world, and it is also eroded by unknown forces. Maybe it doesn't exist any day. And even if I dream every day, it's just a night, at other times? Are you going to live with a body that never feels alive?"

The nightingale was silent with a low head for a while. "I just heard that they can go to the place you have only seen, and it is unfair."

Roland was teased by her unreasonable tone. "The price they pay is unimaginable. The days of ignorance are even more terrible than the invisible cage. Even the dream world is just a little compensation. You don't need to envy them. And to say that "it is the most important thing to stay with..."? He imitated the other's tone and said, "I don't want a warrior with a slap in the face to squat all day." ”

The nightingale suddenly embarrassedly went over. "I, I know! I didn't say that I must be attached to the empty shell, it's all you said."

Roland smiled. "Would you like a chaotic drink?"

She immediately turned her head back again, "Yes!"

Oh, I really understand.

He took a bag of fragrant dried fish from the drawer and placed it on the table. He opened a bottle of azure new taste drink and filled the night pot with a cup. "This time thank you, I listen to Ai Gesha, if It’s not that you hit the monster, everyone may be in danger.”

The nightingale drank a drink and gave a sigh of relief. He picked up a piece of dried fish and said, "I have something to thank, and you are too far out."

"This is not to see," Roland shook his head. "If the Discovery Force of the Witch Alliance is completely annihilated, it is absolutely irreparable loss to the Winter City, so your credit is as important as Anna’s, but each has its own strengths. ,do you understand?"

After hearing these words, the nightingale couldn't help but raise his mouth, but he didn't want him to see through his own thoughts. He quickly used the action of chewing the fish to cover up the look of joy. "Oh... yes, you I said before that the dream world is being eroded by unknown forces. What is the matter? Are you in danger?"

In the face of such a blunt way of transferring topics, Roland smiled and did not debunk, and said along her question, "It’s a long story, but one thing is certain, what the world will eventually look like will not affect it. In reality, as long as I don't want to dream, the light column will not appear."

As for the unknown forces, Garcia said that the martial arts association will sooner or later organize new entrants to understand the true face of the world, no matter what she is referring to, she must have seen it before she knows it.

Roland is more concerned with the Olympic textbook that suddenly has more new content than erosion.