He died.

Xiao Shui wiped her eyes, "Waaah, Master is a fortune teller, the merman is really dead."

Xiao Mu sensed something was wrong. "Where did Aruo go? Why is Xiaoyu wearing her clothes and being so intimate with the merman?"

Xiao Shui gave an irrelevant answer: "We clearly killed the sea monster, but the merman still died."

Xiao Mu rolled her eyes. "Master, can you control this lovesick little elf? He's dead and still loves her."

Lin Xi said calmly, "Everything in a dream is an illusion, so there's no need to worry about it so much."

Everything shown in a dream is a distorted memory; the truth can only be known by the dreamer.

Lin Xi stepped forward, about to make a move.

Rumble!!

The entire space shook violently, the villagers gradually disappeared, and Xiaoyu and the merman also vanished.

Lin Xi quickly stepped back and grabbed Fu Jingyao's wrist.

The little elves imitated her, holding hands and walking together.

A dazzling light flashed, and everyone returned to their starting point.

The sea breeze caressed my face, peaceful and beautiful.

Xiao Mu observed carefully, "Master, this place is very familiar."

“Of course we’re familiar with it, because we’ve been here before,” Lin Xi said, enunciating each word clearly. “The place we came from on the cruise ship.”

On the distant beach, a girl pounces on a crevice in the rocks to catch fish, excitedly holding up the small fish she has just caught.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, showing some fear.

Who are you? Where are you from?

The exact same expression, the exact same dialogue.

Little Wooden Skin felt a chill run down his spine, recalling a story he had read: "We returned to the point in time when the dream began, and were trapped in an infinite loop."