Chapter 088 The Ability of the Nightmare (End)
Sang Luo didn't know whether he was in a dream or reality.
This was a chaotic space without a clear color. The only color that could be seen was the thick white fog that surrounded him.
Sang Luo was naked, as if he had returned to his baby state. He didn't need to wear any clothes. Just being wrapped in warm air was comfortable and safe enough.
A certain invisible mist hung over him, sometimes transforming into the gentle, broad arms of a human; sometimes into the sturdy, developed exoskeleton of an arthropod; sometimes even simulating the soft, slimy tentacles of a mollusk, as it passed down in its memory...
Use them to comfort the youth.
And there is much more to it than that.
This is actually a kind of union - a deep union of souls that has nothing to do with sex/desire.
Sang Luo thought vaguely, "So, can Mr. Hart become a real nightmare?" This is completely different from what I thought.
It’s so pure and so warm. Even in the past, when I stayed in bed on weekend mornings and stretched my limbs in the quilt, it was never as comfortable as it is now.
Am I in love with a quilt spirit?
I am in his body now, being carefully cared for and treasured.
Fireworks were going off in Sang Luo's mind, but in reality, he was just like a baby still in the womb, curled up in the thick fog with his hands on his knees, a peaceful smile on his face.
His soul broke through his body and continued to rise, rising to the time when the town was born. Someone used a simple hoe to cultivate a piece of wasteland.
Sang Luo saw a lot. Through the Nightmare's perspective, he observed the daily lives of the residents of the town he protected like a god. He saw the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, as well as the laughter of the children he loved most when he was still the Nightmare and the Sleep Demon.
Sang Luo shed tears unconsciously. His spiritual picture was washed away by time, and he experienced many magnificent pictures that he had never experienced in the past twenty years of his life.
I learned about the process of the Red Pomegranate Town from a lifeless barren land to a place where people settled, and then to buildings rising from the ground, and finally to its current mysterious and classical appearance shrouded in fog.
There is nothing more romantic than this, Sang Luo thought.
Far beyond the suspension bridge effect is the shock of the passage of time, the magnificent scenes, the different stars and moons every day, and the repetitive cycle of life... these make Sang Luo sob with happiness.
He murmured, "I love you."
It seemed that apart from these words, there was no other way to express the sacred experience he had been given when he combined with the nightmare.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you."
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The young man cried with his eyes closed, murmuring persistently.
But the expression on his face looked happy and secure.
Mr. Hart, who completely awakened from the superposition state and transformed into a nightmare, also gained more humanity from spiritual communication.
The heart beating in his chest gave him a feeling of fullness and sourness. It was the love that had been ignored when his animal possessiveness took over during his previous relationship with Sang Luo.
Love surges at this moment.
Mr. Hart caressed Sang Luo's cheek lovingly and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
But Sang Luo, who was still immersed in the magnificent spiritual picture of the nightmare, was reluctant to open his eyes.
Not wanting to disturb his man, she could only gently place a kiss on the tip of his wet nose.
"I love you too," he said.
Sang Luo must have heard it, because after he finished speaking, Mr. Hart saw that the smile on his face became even sweeter and cuter.
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"Quil." Sang Luo half-closed his eyes and lazily ordered, "Help me open the window, open it wide."
Mr. Hart tilted his head and asked him, "Are you calling me?"
"I'm calling you, Quilt Spirit." Quilt, Quilt, Sang Luo called him a nickname, "Quilt, go open all the windows and let me get some oxygen. Fireworks are going off in my head right now."
"Oh." The man wrote down his new name and went to open the window obediently.
The fresh air that poured into the room made Sang Luo's drowsy brain clearer and also took away the lingering emotions that he had willingly indulged in.
Sang Luo wanted to twist Mr. Hart's ear and scold him - why didn't you tell me earlier that spiritual connection is so comfortable! What's the point of always playing those messy and dirty plots with me in my dreams! The spiritual images of you nightmares are much more wonderful than the erotic dreams you forced me to have!
Sang Luo had never felt so relaxed and comfortable in his life.
Now, he finally understood why the waitress at the Dream Tavern spoke in such a nostalgic and regretful tone when she mentioned Sandman.
Who doesn’t want to have sweet dreams every day?
Sleepyhead, worthy of being the guardian angel!
"Hey." Sang Luo rolled over in the quilt and asked curiously, "Mr. Hart, when you were still the Sleeping Demon, did you also give children beautiful dreams like the one I just had?"
Sang Luo had to admit that he had misunderstood Mr. Hart before.
The nightmare demon, at least the nightmare demon in front of him, was not evil at all, but extremely pure.
Sang Luo was very curious. It was as comfortable as a dream in a fluffy quilt. Was this also what Mr. Hart gave to his children when he was still the sleepyhead?
"No," Mr. Hart replied, "What just happened, to me, means the same thing as intercourse with you humans. I've only ever given you dreams like that."
"You were so stressed out, I tried to relax you a little—and it seems to be working."
"As for the past, the dreams I gave children were more complex. I would shuffle the images of centaurs, various cat and canine orcs, sea monsters, grasslands, forests, and lakes that I had seen before and then play them for them. Those dreams were mostly meaningless fragments, but there would always be children with creative ideas who would fill them in and create fantastical dreams that even I would admire."
Perhaps he was recalling something pleasant, as Mr. Hart's expression softened considerably.
He looked like an old father who was recalling the achievements of his child who made him proud. It was at this moment that Sang Luo realized that the words "I love you too" were true, and Mr. Hart really said them to him.
Sang Luo's intuitive feeling was that the man in front of her became more popular and down-to-earth.
but……
How come there are centaurs, orcs and monsters in this world!
How many fantasy creatures are there that I don’t know about? Sang Luo was shocked.
He really needs to make time to go to the library!
And just now, in Mr. Hart’s description, the dream materials he gave to the children, what’s the difference between this and playing cartoons!
I also want to watch anime about another world!
Sang Luo quickly got out of the quilt and threw herself onto Mr. Hart's lap, who was sitting on the bed. She raised her head and said confidently, "I want to watch cartoons, too!"
"What?" The man didn't understand what he meant.
Sang Luo turned over and lay on her back, resting her head on his legs. She gestured with her hands and explained, "It's the kind of dream you give to children, the kind with lots of creatures and beautiful natural scenery. I want it too, I want it too!"
Sang Luo originally thought that he would get a positive answer.
After all, Mr. Hart had never turned him down.
Moreover, they have already had an in-depth communication in the way of the nightmare. With a partnership like theirs that is similar to "new love", what reason does Mr. Hart have to not agree to his little wish?
result--
"No." Mr. Hart refused sternly, "Sang Luo, you are an adult, not a child."
"What does it matter? It's just a dream." Sang Luo was a little bit unbelievable when he heard the rejection.
Mr. Hart seemed to be particularly principled about this matter. He explained in a serious tone, "According to convention, only the Sandman gives children those fragmented dreams. I am now the Nightmare."
The implication is that according to the rules of their race, adults cannot show children's things.
Sang Luo was silent.
After a long pause, he said quietly, "If you insist on saying so, then in my dream, when you were still in the superposition state, you couldn't be considered a nightmare, right?"
"You let me have a wet dream and touch me, so it complies with the convention?"
"Besides, you've lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. You're so old, and I'm only twenty. To you, what am I but a child?"
Perhaps the last sentence was a bit hurtful, and now Mr. Hart fell silent.
He lowered his head and stared at Sang Luo who was glaring at him.
Sang Luo saw a hint of hesitation in Mr. Hart's eyes—he knew it! Even though he had completely transformed into a nightmare, Mr. Hart could still use his sleep demon abilities.
He quickly took advantage of the situation and said, "How about this? I won't let you suffer any loss. You play cartoons for me and I'll teach you some new knowledge. How about that?"
"New knowledge?" In a sense, the nightmare demon, who was actually even more clear-headed and stupid than Sang Luo, the male student from the sports college, repeated blankly.
"Yes, the new knowledge is the same kind of knowledge that I taught you in my dream before." Sang Luo hinted to him.
Mr. Hart's tightly pursed lips relaxed, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said decisively, "Okay!"
It was obvious that he really wanted to learn new knowledge. Sang Luo complained inwardly.
But Sang Luo did not break his promise. This was what he had planned to try last night.
He turned his face slightly, and his lips just brushed the cold metal, and Sang Luo bit the zipper head.
He mumbled, "I'll only teach you once, you better understand..."
"Click--" was the sound of the metal part being separated into two halves by the switch in the middle.
…
After having a sweet, fantastic and adventurous dream, Sang Luo opened his eyes with satisfaction.
This was the first time he had a dream that was not about his own ghost story since he came into this world.
It was exactly the same as in the cartoon. Sang Luo felt that it didn’t matter whether he went to the library or not. After all, he had seen everything he needed to know in his dreams.
"How is it? I haven't invested in children's dreams for several years." A pair of arms stretched out from behind, tightly wrapped around Sang Luo's waist, and asked him somewhat unconfidently.
"Very good, you are an undiscovered genius in the field of illustration." Sang Luo closed his eyes and started bragging.
His praise made Meng Mo very happy. He also promised that he would play the so-called "cartoon" for him every day in the following days.
What he didn't know was that the partner in his arms had already started to think differently. She was thinking about putting publishing on the agenda, enrolling him in an art class, and taking advantage of his labor to draw illustrations for him.
Today, Sang Luo still couldn't get out of the territory of his nightmare partner.
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