Every day I feel like I have a dream.

Do you still dream in the game? Niannian, who has already woken up, still closed her eyes, and like this, she can pick up the dream she had just now again.

In the bright room, there were blue sky and white clouds outside the open window, and under the shadow inside the window was a man, a man who seemed to be smiling and waving at her.

Although I can't see this person's face clearly and cannot remember his name, I still feel the warmth in him every day.

Is this person my family? My father?

"Open your eyes when you wake up! Don't pretend to be asleep!"

Nian opened her eyes helplessly and looked at the owner of the voice.

He lay on the ground with his back against a dead tree, and Simire was leaning down to look at her, and poked her hand on her lower abdomen with the staff in her hand.

"I want to go to hell if I disturb people's dreams."

Every year I patted the staff open, raised my hands and stretched, stunned for a moment, touched my back:

"Hey, where is the wound? Have you healed me?"

"Or who else can there be?" Simire raised his eyebrows and then asked her curiously: "You dreamed just now? How could you dream?"

"What does it mean that I can dream?" Nian Nian looked dark.

"...Forget it, nothing." Simire shook his head and turned to the other side, "Zi Mo, don't be too far away from me, you will be affected by miasma."

Zimo, who tiptoed to the back of the tree, paused, turned around and touched his nose and laughed, "Aren't I afraid of disturbing you?"

Niannian heard something wrong with this, glanced at Zimo, and saw Zimo winked at her, and pointed at Simire again.

What is this person expressing? Every Nian frowned and looked at Simire:

"Did you do what you did to me when I fell asleep?"

Zi Mo oh, slapped his forehead suddenly and reached Nian Nian's side: "Girl, you're too ambiguous, you can't talk nonsense in the future."

Nian Nian was even more puzzled, and Simier spoke at this time: "I just checked your condition, afraid that you would accidentally die."

"Oh, thank you." Niannian stood up neatly, "Where is this place, what direction, and how to go?"

"You are planning to go back and find the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer?" Simire frowned.

"It's not about looking for it, it's about looking for something else." Niannian corrected it.

"If you want to find the two kinds of arrows on you, there will be no one here, absolutely no one." Simier tapped Nian's waist with his staff from the air.

"It's not about looking for this." Every Nian checked his injuries and condition, and found that his cloak had been scratched, so he simply took it off.

"Look for an altar?"

He did not answer every year, and lowered his head and rolled his cloak into a ball and stuffed it into a hole in a dead tree.

"Why are you so obsessed with that altar?"

Nian Nian touched his neck and took off the empty necklace with some pain.

"What the hell do you want?"

Simire's tone became heavier and his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

“An answer.”

Niannian finally responded to him and looked up at him quietly.

Simire opened her mouth, looked at Niannian's gaze and became a little complicated, and then turned to look at Zimo who was studying a branch aside.

"Why should I go there and have a sleep?" Zimo glanced at Simire's gaze and pointed in a direction casually.

Simire withdrew his gaze and stopped talking to Nian Nian, but in the end he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"Well, let me get a word?" Zimo raised his hand and signaled him to speak.

Seeing that the other two turned to look at him, Zimo cleared his throat and said, "Is there any way to solve the problem for those three over there?"

After hearing this, Niannian lowered her head and thought for a moment with a serious expression, then looked up at Simire.

"Did you use that kind of arrow?" Seeing Niannian nodding, Simier continued, "so it triggered the self-protection program of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer. The players or other monsters around it - those who do not have a camp - will automatically protect it, and this is unsolvable for the time being."

"But..." Niannian thought of the look she saw before going to bed, "It seemed that Sui broke free at that time?"

"Just a moment, and then he was controlled again." Zimo added.

"After all, players are living people, and they are not so easy to control. It is normal for people with stronger willpower to break free for a short time."

"But we can't expect those three people to be strong in willpower, right? For example, that Sanchi Water is simply weak!" Zimo felt that he and Niannian had to find a way.

"So, why don't you leave here just now?" Simire suggested, but just looked at Niannian.

Zimo was about to refuse, but when he saw Simire's eyes falling on Niannian, he knew that he was just asking Niannian for his opinions, so he tactfully stopped talking and waited for Niannian's answer.

"I thought you probably know a little about my personality."

Every year I just replied this, neither saying that I left nor saying that I stayed.

Simire sighed softly, took out a diamond-shaped badge from the storage ring between her fingers and handed it to Niannian:

"I can't do much, and it's even more impossible to directly conflict with it, but... you won't be affected by the fog for the time being. There is also this one that can remove the control of the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer, but the effect range is only one meter, and the person wearing the badge is one meter around."

After listening to Simire's introduction, he raised his hand and threw the badge to Zimo: "You hold it, I don't need it."

Zi Mo thought about it, and he was prepared every year. He should not be in close contact with others anymore, and probably would not be within one meter of the three people.

Putting the badge on the cuff at random, Zimo pulled out his knife and looked at Nian Nian who was ready to go.

"You must go? This time... it may be guarded, and you two may not be able to withstand it."

"And, you might actually die."

Every year stopped, looked back at Simier, and smiled sincerely:

"I know."

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Looking at the back of Niannian and Zimo, Simier felt that the fog that lingers around him could be thicker, so thick that it could cover everything.

He stood there motionless, as if thinking about something. After a while, he raised his hand and pressed it with his hand a few times through a mirror that suddenly appeared.

About ten minutes later, a projection of a human figure appeared in front of him.

The dressing style of this projection is obviously very out of place with the world: this man is wearing a white coat, casual pants under his feet, but he is wearing a pair of old-fashioned shoes under his feet.

The humanoid projector raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and asked helplessly: "Huces, no, now we should call you Simire, why are you looking for me again? What are you going to change? I said you have too many violations recently? Did you do something again just now? Even if it was you, even me, I would have to criticize you a few words."

Simire interrupted the chatter of the man in front of him and said unceremoniously: "I will change nothing this time, please help me find something."

The visitor seemed to be very familiar with Simeer. He was not angry when he was interrupted. He asked simply: "What are you looking for?"

"Check out the data of a... character." Simere paused for a moment and continued.

"Role?Player or?"

"I don't know, so I asked you to check it out." Simeer looked in the direction of disappearing every year, and didn't know if it was meaningful for him to do this.

"Don't know?" The visitor touched his chin with interest, "This is interesting, let's talk about it in detail."

"A character who seems to be a player but cannot be offline, and the character's memory seems to be a problem, and he seems to have forgotten a lot of things before entering this world."

Simire recounted the news he received from the Nine Colors Deer.

To be precise, it was the Jiusei Deer who asked him these two questions and wanted to know if there was a solution to these two questions.

The visitor's hand touching his chin paused slightly: "Music is missing? Normally, if you can't go offline, it may be that there is no entity that can carry consciousness for its transfer... You shouldn't think..."

"It is possible that she is someone who has 'dead' like me."
Chapter completed!