Chapter 089 Extra 5
1. If you have a nightmare
First of all, life will be happy.
Because it has built-in GPS navigation, no matter where you want to go, you can hold its arm and leave the direction to it with confidence.
He is also very considerate. In summer, he can be used as an air conditioner and humidifier, and in winter, he is no different from water vapor. He will also be self-conscious and will secretly help you iron your wrinkled shirts and pants without you having to tell him.
If you happen to meet a nightmare with a simple and honest personality, then congratulations, you have found a solid and reliable father for yourself in life.
As for the other side, if you want to, you can be very happy.
But please note that it is best to have some intimate contact only in reality, because in a dream, you may not be able to control your own thoughts. Once he reads it, those plays that you just thought about but did not intend to really do will arouse the interest of the nightmare demon.
It’s not up to you whether to do it or not.
Naturally, some thresholds are raised.
But if you happen to be proficient in these, you can use them as rewards and ask the nightmare to play cartoons for you.
Or if you have enough inspiration, you can discuss with him to build a scene in your dream and play a thrilling adventure.
In short, the Nightmare is definitely a fantasy creature you cannot miss!
2. Planned Pause
Sang Luo's plan of "Escape from the Red Pomegranate Town" has been suspended.
He planned to stay for a while longer - he had originally wanted to leave because he could not bear the harassment of the erotic dream. Now that he understood the reason, Sang Luo no longer had such a strong desire to leave.
After all, as the companion of the town's guardian angel, what else did he have to worry about in the Red Pomegranate Town - except when the guards came for routine inspections.
In order to ensure the legality of their identity, Sang Luo took Mr. Hart to the security office to apply for a new identity certificate.
The explanation he had prepared was that he had lost his original identification card after moving several times since arriving in the town.
Unexpectedly, the leader of the security department, whom Sang Luo guessed was a leader, turned out to be a centaur.
His square, intelligent eyes looked them both up and down, chiefly at Mr. Hart.
Before Sang Luo could even tell the excuse he had made up, the Centaur seemed to have seen through something and without even asking how they had lost their IDs, he immediately issued them new ones.
However, on Mr. Hart's parchment, the word "Sleepy" was written in the race column.
The Centaur spoke with a tone of respect and a touch of intimacy. He said, "Sir, thank you for your continued care for the townspeople. My wife is pregnant, and soon a lovely little Centaur will be born. I hope he will grow up happily under your protection."
Sang Luo looked up at Mr. Hart's expression and saw that this nightmare demon, who was still cold to everyone except himself even after taking off his hat and scarf and showing himself as a human, actually smiled and nodded.
"Well," Mr. Hart promised, "he'll have sweet dreams every night."
The two left with their newly issued identification documents.
The streets were still thick with fog. Sang Luo put a hand in Mr. Hart's pocket and asked him, "There are centaurs in Red Pomegranate Town. How come I haven't seen them before? They're so tall and so oppressive."
Mr. Hart replied, "Red Pomegranate Town is relatively close to the Dark Forest. Some centaurs who don't want to stray too far from their homes choose to settle here, but their numbers are small. I didn't expect that after several years without a newborn, we would welcome a centaur child at this time."
"How did he recognize your identity?"
"Centaurs are intelligent beings with divine qualities. Their square pupils can see a lot of things—but not completely accurately. For example, he didn't realize that I have turned into an incubus."
"It doesn't make much difference." Sang Luo said, "You can still show cartoons anyway."
"Yeah." Mr. Hart nodded.
He had not yet given the Centaur child a sweet dream, and for a moment, Mr. Hart was also very much looking forward to the arrival of the new life.
3. Bard
Sang Luo’s ghost story is published!
A few days ago, he sent Mr. Hart to an art class to learn painting, while he himself sorted out his previous manuscripts in his newly rented apartment, refined the story of Da Piaoliang and Sang Biao, and contacted a printing factory to make a hardcover book with beautiful illustrations - the illustrations came from his mind, so after mastering certain painting techniques, Mr. Hart quickly became a master of landscape painting.
And because of the birth of books, Sang Luo successfully transformed from a talk show host into a real bard.
"Why the Bard?" Mr. Hart asked him.
"You don't understand. The profession of 'bard' is more in line with the current social situation." Sang Luo said perfunctorily.
He didn't tell Mr. Hart because he felt that the name of the profession, bard, sounded more romantic than storyteller or writer.
Mr. Hart chimed in: "Well, you're always right."
He was cutting paper, planning to wrap a gift by himself - the child of the Centaur officer who had previously given them a backdoor to help them with their identity documents was about to be born.
Sang Luo and Mr. Hart plan to visit their family and give them a gift.
Sang Luo looked at her boyfriend who was carefully wrapping a gift box and found it particularly interesting - this handsome dream demon, who was about 1.9 meters tall and always maintained a melancholy temperament because of his preference, was actually very dexterous and very good at housework and handicrafts.
He prepared a very thoughtful gift for the unborn centaur, which was some very childish paintings.
And they were not leftovers from when Sang Luo published the book, but were specially prepared by Mr. Hart for the little boy.
It can be seen that as a former sleeper, Mr. Hart really loves children - he didn't even prepare any gifts for the children's parents, the host and hostess of the family they were about to visit.
This young Mr. Nightmare Demon only cares about children. He is not interested in any adults except his partner Sang Luo.
"Wait." Sang Luo suddenly stopped him, "Don't wrap it yet, I have an idea."
"Um?"
"I have a better idea!"
Sang Luo came over and told him his idea: he planned to handwrite a few fairy tales that were more in line with the magnificent colors of the other world, and put them together with Mr. Hart's cartoons as a gift for the unborn little centaur.
"What are fairy tales?" asked Mr. Hart.
"It is an imaginative, warm and kind story designed specifically for children," Sang Luo explained.
As he spoke, he dictated a version to Mr. Hart.
Mr. Hart commented on this: "Sang Luo, you are a genius. None of my cousins can give children dreams as wonderful as you."
"Hey, these aren't mine. They belong to some great predecessors," Sang Luo said. "But I don't like some of the endings. So, I'll revise them to my liking and give the manuscripts to the little centaur. If appropriate, I'll publish these fairy tales. After we visit the centaur commander and his family, we can go out for a walk. If we meet your cousins, we can give them these fairy tales."
Mr. Hart very much approved of the plan.
So Sang Luo ran excitedly to the window sill, where there was a large black walnut desk. In order to facilitate his writing, Mr. Hart specially went to a fine stationery store and spent a lot of money to customize it.
On it were the feather pens he had given to Sang Luo before, inks of various colors, some blank notebooks, and a large amount of ordinary draft paper.
On the bookshelf next to it are the completed works and their "chat records" when Mr. Hart was still mute.
This is Sang Luo's favorite corner. He likes it so much that he doesn't want to make any changes. Sang Luo plans to buy this apartment as soon as the money from selling books comes in, and use it as his home with Mr. Hart.
He wrote on a piece of pure white stationery: Deep, deep in the sea, among the corals and shells, there lives a beautiful little mermaid...
4. Dream Tavern
Sang Luo was ultimately unable to completely change his career.
Although he now calls himself a romantic bard, when his former boss, the fat owner of the Dream Tavern who treated him well, came to him crying, Sang Luo still agreed to perform in the tavern for a few days before going out to travel.
The fat boss wiped his tears and said, "Sports student, you've published a book now—even though you signed it as 'Sang Luo,' I still recognized it as your work. I'm very sad. Did you lie to me when you promised me that you'd take a break and then come back to work?"
He cried so emotionally that Sang Luo was overwhelmed.
Sang Luo quickly tore off some tissues and handed them to the fat boss. After the fat boss took it, he didn't wipe his tears, but blew his nose hard, almost blowing it on Sang Luo's face.
Sang Luo waited until he calmed down a bit before explaining, "No, boss, I just..."
"During your absence, the tavern's business has declined significantly. Moreover, the guests who supported you come to ask every day when you will be back, especially those ladies. Sang Luo, do you miss them too?"
“…”
It accurately hit Sang Luo's weak spot.
He had no choice but to agree to tell the fairy tales that had not yet been officially published in the pub before going out to travel.
After getting a satisfactory answer, the fat boss left contentedly.
Mr. Hart came over, put his arm around Sang Luo's waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and asked him, "Do you feel embarrassed?"
"No," Sang Luo replied, "I feel comforted. I'm very happy that my story is so popular."
I just don't know how those male guests who love drinking and excitement will react when they hear the love story of the little mermaid and the prince...
5. Fairy Tales
"The prince recognized that it was the person who had saved him from the shipwreck—not some princess from a neighboring country, but this lovely, pitiful little mermaid."
"He resolutely reached out his hand to the little mermaid who was about to turn into foam."
"Just like the hand that the little mermaid stretched out to him from the vast ocean on the day he was drowned and dying."
"Love triumphed over magic, and the little mermaid's body stopped disappearing."
"Her voice returned, and she wanted to tell the prince about it."
"But the prince, who already knew the truth, sealed it with a kiss."
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