"I want to ask..." Su Mingan asked:
"——Are you, Tosolius, the World Tree, and the Outsider Civilization in a four-way conflict?"
Camp is the biggest focus.
Players have been blinded by inertial thinking and believe that the outside civilization that invades Varosha must be bad, but is it really so?
"Wow." Si Que smiled. "You asked a very crucial question."
He put down the porcelain cup in his hand. The black tea in the cup was gone, and only four sugar cubes were left that had not melted. He actually liked to add sugar cubes to his tea.
"Unfortunately the answer is no." Si Que smiled.
...Isn't that right?
Su Mingan lowered his eyes and thought. Anyway, today's information was already a lot.
"Well, tonight's tea party is over."
Si Que raised his hand and pulled the green vine hanging from the ceiling. It was like turning on a light. The sunlight outside the window dimmed and was replaced by moonlight.
The wisteria flowers swayed, the host of the tea party smiled and waved his hand, and the banana mille-feuille, rainbow macaroons, and chocolate mousse on the table disappeared one by one...
The green leaves rustled, and the purple-gold porcelain plate looked like a dancer leaving the stage, slowly walking away holding the hem of her gauze skirt.
Finally, the black tea in front of Su Mingan disappeared, and was replaced by a bag of sugar cubes.
Before he could say anything, he felt everything in front of him turn into colorful mist and fade away hazily...
Then, Si Que's voice came:
"Don't tell anyone about your dream about me."
"Otherwise, just like a broken colorful bubble... the beautiful dream will disappear."
"It's dawn. Goodbye, Mr. Lighthouse."
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The morning light shines, and the floating light sparkles with gold.
Su Mingan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and drew open the curtains with a whoosh. The sun was shining outside the window, and the system time was eight o'clock in the morning.
The golden sunlight poured down the window sill and reflected into his hazy eyes. He rubbed his eyes. This dream was not too long. He felt relaxed, as if the aftertaste of wisteria tea still lingered.
However, a dream is still a dream. When a dream ends, nothing will be left.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something at his hand, and looked down -
A bag of colorful sugar cubes, engraved with a magpie holding a feather pen, lay quietly beside his fingers. On the back was a line of small words written diagonally:
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[I look forward to the story you wrote in Luowasha. I have read the first chapter you wrote. It is good. Please update as soon as possible^^]
【--magpie】
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