Return from the second dimension

Then he saw three pillows.

A pillow with a portrait of himself was brutally cut in half and thrown to the ground mercilessly.White cotton was floating on the ground.

An oversized pillow on the bed also printed his portrait.

Fengban Dahe lay on it, his whole person trapped inside, as if he was himself in a pillow, stretching out his hands to hug her.

In the arms of Dahe Fengban, there is a small pillow.

Being hugged tightly by her, it became a twist, which was terrible.

Even if you make a stone sculpture and chop it, you can make a pillow to slash it and lie down and hug it, which is tolerable!Sun Baihe immediately made up his mind that he must restore his dignity as a teacher in Fengban Dahe's heart.

Dreamland came quietly.

Aizaka Dahe opened his eyes.

I've been dreaming every night recently, but she can't find anything unusual.

With her grasp of herself, after the inspection, she can only judge that everything is normal, and the dream is not affected by any external force-if a devil can make her dream, and she can't detect it, she would have died long ago.

The only possibility is that I miss that stinky guy too much.

In the past few days, she has been able to stay awake in her dreams, knowing that she is dreaming, and dreaming of the stinky guy every night, she is very looking forward to it.

She thought she was in a dream when she opened her eyes this time.

As a result, what I saw was a familiar scene.

It is her bedroom.

She was lying on a huge pillow enough to be a bed.I still hold a smaller pillow in my arms...not a dream, haven't you dreamed tonight?

Aizaka Dahe is a little bit regretful.

It's only midnight, so let's sleep a little longer... I thought so, but she noticed that there was movement in the room!

Living in this kind of place, even in the war fortress that she herself built, she couldn't completely let go of her vigilance.

She got up.

I accidentally saw a pillow that was broken in two. While stuffing the cotton on the floor into my abdomen, I used a needle to sew myself, and it was almost finished.

Use the upper two corners as hands.

What was printed on the pillow was the portrait of the stinky guy, who had controlled the paint with infuriating energy and printed it on.

"Are you awake?" The pillow turned his head, the stinky guy's face was facing her.

Aizaka Dahe was a bit at a loss, and was more alert, "Who are you? What are you?"

"Me? I'm your teacher." Pillow was surprised.

Aizaka Dahe: "No, you are not."

"I'm really your teacher, look at my face." The pillow pointed to the portrait of Sun Baihe above, "You don't even recognize me?"

Aisaka Dahe is speechless, I painted your face!

However, what on earth is this? I clearly didn't notice the devil's breath, and I felt like an ordinary pillow.

Wait, the one lying in my arms and underneath...

Chapter 281 Lolita and Pillow (1)

"Dahe, you have become a lot heavier." said the huge pillow under him.

Fengban Dahe jumped up quickly.

Looking at the pillow in his arms again.

She was held in her arms into a twisted pillow, "Dahe, do you want to kill as a teacher?"

Fengban Dahe quickly threw away the pillow in his arms.

Then I found that neither the huge pillow under him nor the pillow that was thrown on the ground was motionless.

Turning his head, he found that the pillow that had been stitched up appeared next to her without knowing when, it was leaning against her ear in a humble posture.

Obviously the words just now were dubbed.

Aizaka Dahe narrowed his eyes: "You are the one who is doing the ghost!"

"It's just a joke, Dahe would actually be afraid of a small pillow..." The pillow shook his head and laughed, "I didn't expect your courage to become smaller and smaller for so many years."

Fengban Dahe raised his hand with a punch.

The long pillow, but with a sensitive posture, a twist, and precision with the smallest movement, escaped the attack of the river.

Aizaka Dahe's eyes changed and he attacked again.

The two attacked and dodged. Although brilliant, they did not seem to behave like a great master. They seemed to be ordinary people who had mastered some fighting skills.

The more he hits, the eyes become wetter.

She hadn't experienced this kind of feeling for a long time. Although she was just a pillow in front of her, the moves, the movements, and the guidance that was integrated into her were all too familiar.

As if back to when he was only thirteen or fourteen.

The smelly guy feeds her tricks every day and teaches her martial arts... just in such a coquettish posture, so that he can't reach his side no matter how hard he tries, making people angry enough to want to beat him.

"Who are you?" Aiban Dahe asked again.

However, the tone this time was completely different from before. Before, it was pure unbelief, but this time it was doubtful.

Throw a pillow and say: "Dahe, I am your teacher."

"You lied. My teacher is dead. He has been dead for decades." Dahe Aiban was expressionless.

Pillow: "...You are deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor."

"If the teacher is not dead, it is absolutely impossible for me to be alone. I will definitely be dead." Feng Ban Dahe's tone didn't fluctuate, his eyes fixed on the pillow.

The pillow was silent for a while, "Sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, you are not..." Fengban Dahe only said here, and suddenly the whole ground shook.

Pillow exclaimed: "Oops, that thing is coming, Dahe go away."