Long Live Summons!

Mr. Junyu was ashamed and angry and yelled out loud.

Wait for him to calm down.

I found myself standing in the doorway of Tianluo Palace somehow, just as I followed along, as if I hadn't taken a step. He felt the same way as the Oriental lord dressed as the middle-aged literary man. At this time, the two faces each other and no one understands what happened. Didn't you just go in and meet His Majesty in the Palace of Heaven? How did this happen when you broke your dream into a mirage?

The guard on duty standing at the doorstep of Tianluo Palace stood idly in his position, as if he had not seen anyone in front of him.

The most vigilant and loyal ‘General' held the sword in his hand.

Same thing doesn't move.

At this moment, a palace lady came out of the inside, and both Mr. Junyu and Lord Oriental recognized her, who was the courteous and admirable woman who had previously met in front of His Majesty's Palace.

The little maid walked like a lotus to Mr. Chun Yu and Lord of Oriental Palace, a slight gift, like a ringing bell: “Your Majesty is invited. ”

Didn't I already say something? I told a story to be sarcastic. How could it be like this?

Was everything before just a dream?

The Oriental Palace moved slightly in the heart, and before the little maiden left, she asked: "Have you fed His Majesty? ”

The little maid smiled and did not answer directly. She stopped and returned to give a small gift to the lord of the Oriental Palace before taking a quick small step to leave. When their eyes disappeared and they looked back at her, they discovered with horror that they had, sometime, stood before His Majesty's palace.

There was a little maid walking out of there... just the little maid who preached the meal.

I saw Lord Dongfang and Mr. Junyu.

She seemed surprised.

But the divine color quickly recovered as it had been in the beginning, slightly gracious, blessed and continued to pass on the meal.

Both Mr. Chunyu and Lord Oriental feel like fallen dreams. I can't figure it out. What the hell is going on here? Didn't that just happen?

Is that...

The two listened to the voice behind them and turned back immediately.

At first glance, the two people who had never been moved by the landslide finally couldn't help but change their colours, because there was another Master Jun Yu and another Oriental lord standing there, and no one judged him enough to say: “Mr. Jun Yu, when I saw this scene, I really felt that the maids at home were going to learn to improve. What is upbringing? What is temperament? What is etiquette? What is spirituality? I think this is the only place in the world where such a bright show can happen! ”

“Gentlemen, come a thousand miles just to discuss my maid?” His Majesty's voice and questioning sounded once again.

“Of course it cannot be just for this reason… My husband is also a man of good dreams, come a thousand miles and have the heart to talk to His Majesty about the vagaries and uncertainties of ‘dreams’, and ask His Majesty not to be stingy!” That's what another Mr. Junyu said.

From the perspective of others, Mr. Junyu sees clearly.

When you say that.

That ‘self' face has indefensible pride and provocation. This discovery surprised Mr. Junyu because he had never discovered that his attitude was so arrogant, his eyes so arrogant and arrogant. He might not feel excessive if it hadn't happened before, but now he's completely speechless, except with a cold sweat.

That's right, it's silent on itself.

Such arrogance and arrogance were exposed too early in front of His Majesty inside.

Immediately afterwards, everything that had happened, the story, the dialogue, then the amazing words of the self-proclaimed god of dreams, the power of the whole field, playing around time, flowering and falling, summoning meteors, falling into thin air... Mr. Junyu discovered that he should and should not have leaked the blossom, all leaked, the kind of demonstration that he appeared to be very frivolous, now he looks like a fool, his thick face like Mr. Junyu such old goods, also at this moment, his face is full of blush, he has no face, he can't help but find a sew into it.

“Your Majesty, what do you think?” The Lord of the Orient sees another himself asking His Majesty this question.

“A good dream, compared to that story just now!” His Majesty still replies as he did before, but the irony now seems even more abundant.

“What did you say?” Mr. Chun Yu saw the other himself angry, he clearly saw his angry shame, embarrassed and afraid, he could not wait to leave immediately and never set foot in the Temple of Heaven.

“In the words of some shitty bastard, you're a psychopath! Talking to you is a waste of lips and tongues. I'm going to rest.” His Majesty still talks like before. This time, without waiting for His Majesty to finish the latter sentence, Mr. Junyu used the fastest speed of his life to escape from the Tianluo Palace. He feels that he is really a psychopath. He is not going anywhere in the world. He leans towards this Tianluo Palace, knowing that His Majesty is the best dreamer in the world, but rather breaks his dreams by himself.

If the shame just now is that the great acacia tree wakes up and finds itself in the nest of ants' kind of 'crazy people say dream’.

Now, feel like an ant in an ant nest.

Dreaming about the absurdity of other people's dreams.

Dreaming, not even human, is just a little ant that enters someone else's dreams...

The journey did not know how many miles had escaped until the Lord of the Oriental Hall cried out, comforted him not to be discouraged, and Mr. Junyu stopped. He closed his eyes painfully, and all he had to do was open his eyes, as if he could see that arrogant self, raising his hands proudly in front of the palace of the Palace of Heaven, and shouting out the ridiculous image of 'I am God, I am the god of dreams, I can do anything'.

Don't talk about the god of dreams, not even a single person.

In front of His Majesty, for thousands of years, he had painstakingly repaired himself, thinking that he was omnipotent, but only a small ant who had broken into other people's dreams, rather than his own strength, spreading his teeth and dancing claws, and claiming to be God...

Mr. Chunyu laughed heavenly and two lines of old tears rolled down.

Until today.

He only saw himself for the first time.

Turns out, I've always lived in dreams before, never really saw myself, never saw the world!

“Mr. Chun Yu, this battle is a defeat. Failure is normal, and I have always expected it.” Lord Oriental said with comfort: “If that man is really so easy to deal with, then many people hiding in the dark would have done it long ago. Not only we, but even the one in the palace, are not sure to break dreams! Everyone knows that the only safe entrance to the ruins of the gods lies beneath that mirage, but who can get through it safely? ”

“Unwilling, unwilling, thousands of years of work, small as ants!” Mr. Junyu gripped his fist painfully.

“It's not easy to break dreams. It's not a success, but it's a good try. At least we're all gone, isn't it? How many more people, even in the great realm of heaven, can retreat in that mirage?” Lord Oriental pacified patiently, Mr. Junyu was invincible, failed to break dreams, he already had psychological preparation, failed once does not matter, it is important that Mr. Junyu has the gift of breaking dreams, if he can continue to enter the country, there will be a successful dream breaking day!

“Really... Really?” Mr. Chun Yu's heart broke a little and opened his eyes with the intention of continuing to seek more comfort.

But when he saw it, he lost his voice and shouted.

Because he found out.

When I returned to the doorway of the Tianluo Palace, the guard still stood up like a gun and stood in front of me with a blind eye.

Inside there was a little maiden, who came out of the house in a light step and greeted her with courtesy. Her voice was as clear as a bell: “Your Majesty has invited you. ”

This time, even Lord Oriental frowned. Unlike Mr. Jun Yu, who was trembling in fear, he took a deep breath and was ready to continue asking the previous question: “Did you pass the meal on to His Majesty? ”

Without waiting for him to ask, she stopped and returned to give her a gift: "The little maid has already fed His Majesty! ”

Lord Dongfang's gaze was like being pecked by an eagle at first, but then saluted.

Restore the gentlemanhood of a previously saturated celebrity.

Then again, Mr. Junyu trembled, and Lord Oriental's eyes turned to regret, shaking his head slightly.

Before the scene changed again, before returning to the hall, there was still a small lady who had passed on the meal and stepped out... Mr. Junyu danced with his whole hand to try to get out of what he wanted, and then he roared wildly, his voice was shocked and scared, and his mourning continued. But all of this cannot stop what has happened from being restored, conversed, telling stories, blaming, claiming to be God, demonstrating… everything is happening repeatedly. Mr. Chunyu was afraid to kneel on the ground and looked at it like he was suffocating, his eyes bulging, like a hanging prisoner strangled alive.

In contrast, the main wind of the Oriental Palace looks at all of this lightly.

After His Majesty said 'good to go'.

He also gave a gift to the palace: "Please leave the Emperor alone and the Orient will return to speak to His Majesty. ”

In the palace, there seemed to be a hidden sigh, like the wind, more like nothing had happened. The Lord of the Orient thought slightly, and remembered, it seemed that the first time in the scene, His Majesty said, 'I think, I made myself clear enough!’ After that, there was this sigh.

Did His Majesty know at that time that he would speak the name of the Undoubted Emperor?

The Lord of Oriental Palace, with this doubt in his heart, reappeared in front of the Palace Gate of Tianluo.

Mr. Chun Yu screamed like a madman, rose up like a meteor, crossed the sky... Lord Oriental slightly shook his head, he gave a slight gift to the gate, took steps, steadily took a step, two steps, big step to the square outside, and at this moment, Mr. Chun Yu, who had just turned into a meteor disappeared, reappeared in the palace door, paralyzed, waved at the little angel woman who walked out of the palace door and screamed: “No, don't come over, please, don't come over, let me go, let me go, I will never dare to pass the sky tower again, I will never come over, please, let me go..."

Lord Dongfang shook his head gently.

Thousands of years of work.

In exchange for this madman whose fears have even crumbled...

“It was chosen to guard the ruins of the gods! Interesting!” Lord Oriental carried his hands and walked out beautifully. All the way forward, his footsteps didn't stop, muttering to himself: “That's why we need to destroy this whole tower, and that's why it makes more sense to destroy everything here! ”

Oriental Palace Master stands on the street and looks at the vibrant city of Maroon.

He smiled.

And he said, "Life is like a dream. Life is like a dream. Why didn't you allow me to have it? Since I don't have dreams, then I'll ruin all my dreams so it's fair! ”

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)