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At this moment, Chenmian also realized what was happening and, taking advantage of Liuying's dazed state, immediately made a hasty escape.
Just then, Liu Ying realized what was happening.
She grabbed Chenmian, but Chenmian was still struggling.
To prevent it from escaping, Firefly decided to... give it a good beating.
After a full half-system time, the slumbering man lay motionless on the ground, utterly despondent.
Firefly then deactivated her transformation and looked at Sleeping Beauty somewhat shyly…
"Um... I'm sorry, I was just afraid you'd run too fast, so I hit you a little too hard. Could you please take me to that deeper part of the dream?"
It lies in a deep, silent sleep, merely lying there like a corpse.
This made Liu Ying even more embarrassed, and she hesitated before speaking:
"How about you poke me to calm me down?"
Chapter 61 Clash with the Dream Master
Just as everyone was shocked by Miss Robin's death, Huang Quan seemed to sense something.
She glanced at Walter, then silently left the Clockwork Boy statue.
Walter frowned slightly and looked at Himeko. The two were very in sync, able to understand each other with just a glance.
Himeko watched Yomi's departing figure and nodded to Valte.
Without saying much, Walter quietly followed Huang Quan.
Although the black swan was somewhat puzzled, it didn't say much.
After all, the two who left were the absolute powerhouses of their small team, and there was no need for her, a mere remembrancer, to worry about them.
After the two left, the remaining people silently sorted out their own thoughts.
After all, receiving too much information at once can overwhelm your brain.
Xing thought about it and decided to have a private talk with everyone.
Huang Quan stopped walking after reaching an empty street.
Huang Quan's calm voice rang out: "Please show yourself."
The sound wasn't loud, but for some reason it spread to every corner of the entire street.
Just a few seconds later, three figures appeared behind Huang Quan.
The leader was a Westerner in a colored suit, followed by a man and a woman, both of whom were watching Huang Quan warily.
On a high-rise building, a black and purple raven perched, staring intently at the group of people below, making no unnecessary movements, like a machine.
What exactly are you planning to do here in Pinocchio?
A deep, mellow voice came from the mouth of the leader of the Pipixi people, and one could sense the profundity and mystery in the voice's owner just by listening to it.
"I don't plan to do anything."
Huang Quan's tone remained calm. She put one hand on her hip, looked at the bustling scene in front of her, and showed no intention of turning around.
"That's not up to you." The owner of the voice stopped when he got a certain distance from Huang Quan.
"Did you know? People who come to their dreamland for the first time will subconsciously stop and make sure they are still standing on solid ground."
Then they would all look up at the sky without prior arrangement.
The other person's voice came again, but this time it seemed to be mixed with the voices of many other people.
"Whether in reality or in dreams, looking up at the sky is a human instinct."
Since the day Golden Hour was built, it has been there, watching over every night of revelry and debauchery.
As the dreamer continued his narration, many figures gradually appeared on the previously empty street, all of them surrounding the area.
“Your existence is a threat to this dream; it will be shrouded in the gloom of nothingness because of you. I must ensure that you do not make that cut.”
The dreamer's tone turned serious, as if he was ready to take action.
But Huang Quan remained quite calm.
"One cut? Not quite. To me, it was two cuts, but most people couldn't see it."
"That's not the point."
The dreamer hesitated at this point, wondering if he had spoken too indirectly and the other party had not understood him.
He then stated his purpose directly.
"For the sake of Pinocene's peace, I'm here to tell you to leave."
Then, the dreamer, with a sudden surge of confidence and seemingly lost in thought, spoke again, adding a sentence.
"The stars of the grand event cannot contain you, you empty puppet. Those who live in the shadows should not step onto the bright stage."
Huang Quan finally reacted to these words. She turned her head slightly and retorted to the Dream Master without showing any weakness.
"In terms of living in the shadows, we should be no different. At least when talking to others, you should show your true colors."
Huang Quan turned around and looked directly at the Pipisi man in front of him: "The dream master of Pinocchio."
"Haha, now there's another reason why we can't let you stay."
The person opposite him chuckled twice, then stared at Huang Quan and continued speaking:
"But whether you believe it or not, this is the real me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd surged again, completely surrounding the area.
"Not only that, every single one of them is."
The dreamer spoke with considerable confidence, as if showing off a special skill.
Huang Quan glanced at the "crowd" surrounding him, then finally fixed his gaze on the pixie-faced Westerner:
"Is this what the family meant by 'unity of purpose'?"
The dreamer seemed satisfied with her inquiry and was quite willing to provide an explanation.
"My mortal body has long since vanished; the 107336 children of the Oak lineage are now my eyes, ears, and mouth."
In times of need, I will spread joy in this beautiful dream. When necessary, I will banish sin from this paradise for me.
Huang Quan crossed his arms and pondered for a moment, then asked somewhat indifferently.
"It sounds like you're asking me to leave Pinocone."
"I'm glad you still have self-awareness, but unfortunately you don't—please."
The dreamer's tone was forceful, as if pronouncing a death sentence on someone.
At that moment, Walter stepped forward.
"The two of you... well, I think it should be the two of you? Regarding this matter, I'd like to share my personal thoughts."
Walter squeezed through the crowd and came to Huang Quan's side.
The Dream Master also cast some glances at Walter, speaking in a somewhat indifferent tone.
“Mr. Walter, I have heard of your great name, and I am willing to believe that the Star Train is on the side of justice.”
The dreamer paused for a moment, then his tone suddenly became stern.
"But this matter concerns the safety of dreams, and I will not back down an inch."
Walter was not intimidated by the dreamer; he calmly spoke:
"There is one thing I must remind you: Miss Huang Quan is now a friend of the train, and the train will vouch for her—she would never pull out that knife without a reason."
However, since you are so unforgiving, please allow me to ask—is Pinocchio truly still on the path of homogenization these days?
After saying that, Huang Quan and Walter stared at the Pipisi people in front of them.
The dreamer was silent for a moment, then his voice seemed to become even lower.
“I feel it is necessary to remind you, Mr. Walter, what consequences will it bring you, as a distinguished guest of the family, for questioning our beliefs.”
But Walter remained unmoved.
Please answer my question directly.
The atmosphere instantly turned tense, and the scene became eerily silent amidst the crowds on the street.
Just as the dreamer's thoughts were becoming increasingly dangerous, seemingly due to the Pipixi's height advantage, he saw that Huang Quan had placed one hand on the scabbard, as if ready to draw it at any moment...
"Of course, God Hippe has always been the faith of our family members. His radiance shines equally on everyone."
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Chapter 62 Is War About to Break Out?
And at the golden hour, in front of the Clockwork Boy statue.
The star found March 7th, but March 7th was there alone, grieving.
Seeing the star approach, she couldn't help but sigh:
"Since even Miss Robin is... isn't she a member of the family?"
Xing comforted her, "It's not time to be discouraged yet. We can try to find the culprit."
March 7th said with a slight headache:
"Although I feel sorry for Miss Robin's fate, I am also afraid that our train crew will follow in her footsteps."
"Besides, you've been bullied several times already. There are too many bad people here. You should listen to Uncle Yang and Ji Zi."
Xing, however, stood with his hands on his hips, a smug look on his face.
"It's okay, go ahead and bully me."
This left March 7th speechless: "You... what am I supposed to say to you?"
Then March 7th's tone became somewhat somber again.