Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Uh..."

In the beautiful spring water of the forest, Merlin lay naked in the icy water, beside him, the same piece of Zatana Zatara, the magician who was cocooning herself panted, obviously, these two people Just finished some strenuous "work".

This is not the first time she and Merlin have met in a dream.

But every time she and Merlin's dream story will progress to the same ending, it is embarrassing skin blind date.

The worst part is that this process cannot be controlled by two people. Dream Sand fixes it in a weird form, just like a ritual.

This is probably what the parchment says, about the sequelae of using a lot of dream sand at once.

It was a treasure from the mysterious dream world, a collection of "Sandcastle", Zatana tried to cheat with the sand of dreams, to complete her agreement with parchment, but the problem was that she The understanding is clearly not enough.

This not only embarrassed her situation, but also caused Merlin to be involved in this indescribable incident.

"why..."

Merlin rubbed his forehead, he said with a headache:

"Miss Zatana, can you explain to me what is going on? Why do I always have the same dreams for a while, and there are you in every dream, and after we meet, we always do it involuntarily These things...just like the wild beasts! To be honest, I really don’t like this..."

"It's hard to explain clearly, Merlin."

Beside him, Zatana lying in the spring water also looked desperate. She allowed her hair to spread out in the water. She closed her eyes and said:

"I made something more stupid in order to complete an agreement... It is difficult for us to escape this embarrassing situation before the power of Dream Sands dissipates, but, as I said, look away , Just be a spring dream."

"Dream sand? What is that?"

Merlin looked at his body and at Zatana, and he said:

"Also, can you make us both put on clothes, although I admit that the scenery in front of me is pleasing to the eye, but this is really embarrassing."

"You're quite shy, Mr. Merlin."

Zatana was still in a mood to joke. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The surrounding scene immediately changed. She and Merlin sat in a luxuriously decorated hall. The two had changed their clothes and sat in a The sides of the round table.

The surrounding candlelight shone with a warm glow, and the crystal candlelight above the head made this luxurious hall shine.

Zatana has been studying occult magic for a long time. Her understanding of dreams and these weird things is obviously deeper than that of Merlin. Because of this, she knows how much power the sand of dreams remains on the two.

She has accepted her fate.

"Sand of Dreams is a treasure of the dream world. It is kept by the Sandman. In order to fulfill the agreement, I used some less "righteous" methods to "take" a lot of Dream Sand from the Sandman's sand bag. Then used on you."

"Wait, Sandman?"

Merlin's fingers were beating on the table, he said:

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a young man in the name of the Sandman who fights for justice in the Los Angeles..."

"No, not him."

Zatana corrected:

"That's just an ordinary person, and it's not worth paying attention. The Sandman I said is the master of dreams, one of the seven unique creatures in the legend, their names are unknown, and their existence is difficult to understand. If you are right The study of occultism is deep enough, then you can probably understand the existence of Sandman as I... He is the third son of the endless family, the embodiment of the dreams of the spirits of all realms."

"Is it so big?"

Merlin looked at Zatana in surprise, he said:

"Then you stole his stuff? I was implicated by you?"

"Don't be afraid, Merlin."

Zatana took some weird things from her pocket and put them on the table to play with. She dialed her long black hair and said to Merlin:

"Although the Sandman is a big player, he... uh, how to say, is not a careful person."

"What happened to us may be just a small "prank" of Sandman, but since he punishes us in this way, it means that we will not be more persecuted."

"The price you have to pay is nothing more than one night a week to come to this dream world and me..."

Zatana shrugged and Miss Magician said in a sad tone:

"You don't suffer anyway, it's me who suffers, which makes me feel like a call girl, and it's free."

"I thought we were friends."

Merlin held out his finger and posed in front of Zatana, he said:

"Friends should not do these things, it will complicate our relationship... IMHO, my emotional life is already complicated enough."

"It's just a dream! Merlin."

Zatana explained seriously:

"It does not happen in reality. In fact, every time you wake up, you will soon forget it. We are still friends in the real world, and our relationship will not become strange because of a few spring dreams..."

Merlin shook his head. He didn't answer immediately. After a while, he looked at Zatana, he said:

"Is there no way to relieve this embarrassing influence? Didn't you just say that the power of Dream Sands will weaken?"

"It will weaken, but it will take time."

Zatana's fingers flipped, a black slate with a hound's head on the table jumped up, spinning in the air, Miss Magician read a weird spell, and a ray of light exploded in front of the two.

"According to the current decay rate, it may take almost 7 years before we can get rid of the influence of Dream Sands."

"7 years..."

Merlin frowned:

"That's 364 weeks, once a week, 364 times, god..."

"Stop talking about these embarrassing things!"

Miss Magician's cheeks were a little red, and she stopped Merlin's claim that she was a young girl after all.

She promised:

"In short, I'll find a way, but you'd better be prepared. The influence exerted by the existence of this level of sleep is not so easy to relieve. And more importantly, there is another point."

Zatana stood up and hooked her finger at Merlin:

"follow me."

In this world of Zatana's dream, Zatana has complete spell-casting abilities, but Merlin does not. Even the demon power exerted on him by the Sannomiya has disappeared.

This kind of undefended state made Merlin very uncomfortable, which is also an important reason why he wants to get rid of this encounter quickly.

I am used to self-preservation and falling into such a bad situation will definitely make people unacceptable and difficult to adapt.

He followed Zatana out of the shaped hall. On the balcony outside the lobby, Zatana pointed to the fog in front and said to Merlin:

"Dream Sand shaped this dream, it was driven by the Sandman to trap us here, but I doubt it was more than a prank, look there, Merlin..."

"I can't see anything."

Merlin stared at the fog in front of her, where there was only the fog, but nothing but nothing.

"No, you can see it!"

Zatana's fingers flicked gently over Merlin's eyes. The mist in the distance seemed to be opened. Merlin's eyes crossed the mist on the edge of the dream. He saw something deeper.

Light.

Dancing light.

Colorful, but chaotic, the lights are arranged in a way that is hard for ordinary people to understand, just like the countless eyes in the stars, looking directly at this little dream.

"what is that?"

Merlin looked back at Zatana. He didn't think that the light appeared naturally. The direction of the light proved that they were eroding towards the dream formed by Zatana. They were driven by certain forces.

"I do not know either."

Miss Magician was standing on the balcony, the wind of the dream blowing her long hair, blowing her clothes corner, she said to Merlin:

"But I suspect that it is something else in the dream world... I once read from the classics left by my father that the dream world is not set in stone, and the Sandman is the master here, but the Sandman also has nightmares... What was born in his nightmare was a force opposed to gentleness, a nightmare...or a dream of fear."

"No one can determine if it exists, but if it does exist."

Zatana pointed to the mist in front of her, she said:

"Then it has obviously noticed us...noticing this little dream formed by the sand of dreams. I said I made a mistake, Merlin, I mean not only the entanglement between us, but this one."

"If the nightmare erodes us, then we will become its "springboard" into the present world, it may pull a city into the nightmare, or worse, the whole world... Once the nightmare of the nightmare is out of the dream In the world, it will lose control and feed on fear, and it will grow rapidly, just like those ancient spirits."

Miss Magician said softly:

"You have also felt those spiritual powers, those chaotic lives under the sea of ​​light, they will devour everything, not because they hate everything, but because they want to do that."

Merlin did not answer. He put his hands on the balcony. He looked at the mist in front of him. He said:

"So you really caused us a lot of trouble. How long?"

"The power of Dream Sands maintains this dream, and it can resist the invasion of those nightmares, but as its power weakens, the penetration of those nightmares will become more intense until the dream sands completely lose their power, at the moment of our liberation , Those nightmares will also come over and drown us."

Zatana pursed her lips and said:

"Same time as before, 7 years... Seriously, I now think I can steal Dream Sand from Sandman, maybe not because of my luck, but Sandman needs two unlucky eggs to help him solve it trouble."

"Have you never visited him?"

Merlin asked:

"That Sandman, he dominates the dream world, he can't ignore it all, right?"

"I went to find it, but the Sandman has disappeared."

Zatana said:

"And the nightmare was part of the Sandman's power, how should he fight against himself?"

"Okay, I have one last question."

Merlin turned around and looked at Zatana seriously, he said:

"Why are you? And why am I?"

"This question...let me think about it."

Zatana stretched her hand and grabbed her hair. The movement appeared to be very cute on the eccentric Miss Magician. She blinked at Merlin and said:

"I was thinking about a way to steal the sand of dreams from Sandman almost half a year ago. He noticed that I was a normal thing. After all, in this world, there are very few talented casters who study occultism and have high talents. But why did he trap you here, I don’t know...maybe, something in your body is attracting him, and it is very important to solve the nightmare puzzle of Sandman."

"Have it?"

Merlin looked at himself and he said:

"In addition to the magic power of the Sannomiya, the super-level magic, the connection with the **** of the abyss, and the contract with the serpent, I think I am just an ordinary person."

"What a trivial thing."

Zatana groaned expressionlessly, then she looked up at the sky and she said to Merlin:

"The dream should be awake... let's continue talking next week."

The dream began to shatter.

Merlin looked at the scene that became unreal, and he said to Zatana:

"Next time you better get out of bed... It's weird to be in the spring."

"To shut up!"

Zatana's cheeks were screaming red, and she smashed something in her hand towards Merlin, right in the middle of Merlin's head.

"Merlin, your brains are all white and dirty bastards!"

"boom"

Merlin rolled around from the sofa, and then lay prostrate on the ground. He rubbed his forehead dreamily, then looked around. He was still at Mei's house, and the children had not returned.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Well, less than 10 minutes have passed since I fell asleep.

"Merlin, what were you doing just now?"

Icarus asked curiously:

"After you fell asleep, I detected an abnormal rise in hormones in your body. I don't know much about human dreams, but according to the information I saw, you should have a less serious dream? Speaking of which, you have been dreaming a lot recently."

"Ah, I know."

Merlin rubbed his forehead and stood up, he said to Icarus:

"That's a magical illness, you don't understand."

"I think I have to go back now, maybe my old friend can explain it to me, before it gets worse."

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