Chapter 512 May your soul be as free as a bird
Arnold Dream World
For most of the players who joined the Emerald Elders, the advanced psychic life template was really unattractive.
Although judging from the effect, this thing seems to be on par with the legendary bloodline.
In fact, from the perspective of advancement and other aspects, it has even greater potential.
But if they wanted to become stronger, why would come here?
After all, they are not all druids.
As we all know, the power of the Emerald Elder is more inclined towards Druids.
Therefore, this pain and deterrence seem very real.
The players of the surrounding network who were slower than the first observer immediately stopped observing.
NMD, contribution points will be deducted?
Slipped away, slipped away...
Elder Jade has made such a big fuss this time, and maybe when he’s in a good mood, he’ll increase the explosion rate in the limited card pool!
Isn't that a huge loss?
In this regard, online players are always sharp and intuitive.
And at this moment, a subtle feeling of weightlessness came again.
The next moment, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and a sense of stability emerged in the hearts of every online player present.
"Regional Announcement: The plane transfer has been completed, and the relevant procedures are being tested..."
"Regional Notice: The space is still in a moderate disorder state, and related services will not be developed for the time being."
"Regional Notice: The void is still in a large void storm state. Players of the network are requested to be cautious when traveling through the void."
Looking at the prompt information appearing on their retinas, the online players in Arnold's dream world slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I am familiar with the post-disaster subsidy process, I am afraid that I will not be the one to receive the subsidy...
Still, they were curious about what was going on.
And at this moment, they discovered that the only player from the Zongwang who saw the truth was studying a brand new bell that had obviously just been purchased from the Zongwang.
And he didn't hold it in his hands to look at it, but instead he lay on the ground with his eyes almost in front of the bell.
This can be said to be an extremely simple close-up observation method...
"What are you looking at?"
"Are you still sane? Do you still like girls?"
A familiar online player asked.
"I'm looking to see if there's a...world inside..."
That network player said so.
The surrounding network players all stood further away and were ready to put the Jade Elder's advanced psychic life template on the taboo blacklist.
"Look at you guys, you're like goblins eating cheese."
"Do you know what is real?"
"The truth is: we are in a bell!"
The online player raised his head, looked at the movements of the surrounding online players, and said with disdain.
He held his head high, with an air of someone proclaiming that "the earth is round".
Outside, Yi Chun suddenly turned his gaze to a tiny call that had been lingering around him...
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The multiverse is massive.
While Arnold is undergoing earth-shaking changes, other planes are still continuing on their current path.
"biu..."
It seemed like a meteor streaked across the window, and Natsume, who was sitting on the windowsill, provided a lively but short background sound for it.
The sound of his parents getting up at night could be faintly heard downstairs, and Natsume, who was already an adult, immediately restrained his movements.
She didn't want her parents to know that she was still awake, as this might trigger a new round of conflicts.
She didn't want to argue with her parents. It was always painful to argue with people who loved her.
It's just that sometimes, love is heavy and suffocating...
Natsume couldn't help but recall the past events that he had heard the tree spirits talk about in his dreams.
They say: Love is a bond and a shackle. You must be strong and brave enough to control it.
Not every soul is lucky enough to have all of this.
Thinking of those quirky guys, Natsume's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
That was during the day, and she could rarely show it.
After that brief moment of joy, something heavier and colder came over me.
Natsume raised his head slightly, but no tears fell.
However, she could no longer chase the stars and the bright moon in her dreams.
Because the instrument she used to enter her dream was burned at home.
Yes, in the eyes of parents who have come through those difficult times.
Dreams, which cannot interfere with reality, always carry deep sins that are as frivolous as the devil.
Even though it didn't have any impact on Natsume's life.
They still couldn't stand it.
Instead, they hope that Natsume will be like them , contributing his already worthless free time to the Church of the God of Greed in order to gain those tiny bits of profit.
Or you can try a traditional card game and experience the real role-playing of a Goblin with a temporary buff of reduced rationality and wisdom.
Of course, the recent “Popular Art” by the God of Fools Performance Company is also good.
But how could Natsume, who had already experienced flying lightly in the sky in his dreams, stop at those things?
No matter which world we are in, the impact and repetition of the times are always most vividly displayed among individuals, with the family as the smallest unit.
It is difficult to describe this as a sharp or incisive accusation, it is just an indescribable pain for those who are caught up in it.
It was a long-lasting pain like a toothache. It was not fatal, but it would give a person the final push into the abyss when his will was fragile.
Of course, Natsume knew that everything was not that bad.
She just felt a little tired...
Natsume lay quietly on the windowsill, looking up at the brilliant starry sky above his head.
Under the serene face, the light of will flickers.
The instinct of survival and the impulse of destruction are intertwined, gradually becoming thick and sticky under the lonely night.
At this moment, Natsume remembered what a spirit had told her in her dream.
So, Natsume, who was not very tall, curled up.
She prayed so devoutly...
Praying to the great, compassionate, unknown elder that the dream life told me...
As the night deepened, the cold and damp mist soaked Natsume's thin clothes.
Her nose was itchy and she wanted to sneeze.
But he forced himself to hold it back.
She didn't want to wake her parents...
But prayers seem to go unanswered...
Just like every life that ends badly, it does not receive the last bit of tenderness it expects.
She stood up slowly, her arms gradually stretched out like a pair of wings.
Maybe, if I turn into a bird, I will be able to fly lightly?
Natsume thought so.
And just at this moment, something pressed against her feet and pushed her back.
Natsume looked down and saw a ginger cat that looked quite impatient.
"We're moving."
Natsume heard a voice say this.
The next moment, Natsume felt his body suddenly lighten.
The orange cat below suddenly became bigger, and it flew up on Natsume!
The orange cat's real body in the distant void casually scratched its claws, and the timeline became scattered.
Her life and soul were truly free.
This is the compassion of the elders for those who want to escape their fate, and it is also their hope...
