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After asking all the questions, Sunday solemnly announced: "...He sees your faith and approves your faith, so that it can be proved that--"

"Please wait a moment."

Walter, who had been watching this scene, spoke out to stop it.

"What's the matter, Mr. Walter?" Sunday gave him a puzzled look.

"Everyone, I have another question that I hope to be answered."

Walter continued: "As far as I know, the harmonious coexistence of families has never relied on the so-called 'laws'..."

"The 'God' you two just mentioned, is it really that Hippie?"

Both the dreamer and Sunday were strangely silent.

After a moment, the dream master said in a pious voice: "Mr. Walter should know that the family members are as close as brothers. Under His light, they embrace unity and are of one mind. All double-mindedness cannot escape the face of harmony."

"Such an exquisite and complex piece of music, if it weren't for Lord God Xipe, which other god could have coordinated it so perfectly?"

“Perfect harmony?” Walter closed his eyes, his brain working rapidly: “That’s the problem. It’s not the external enemy that is secretly changing the harmony, but the dissonance that is secretly born from this movement.”

He seemed to have grasped something, and his eyes became sharper. "Long ago, there was a star god in the world. He moved his knuckles to compile the laws of the galaxy. His followers formed a choir from outer space and spread solemn and majestic hymns to the entire universe."

"Later, he fell. The path of this star god collided with Harmony, and was swallowed and assimilated by the latter. The chorus that resounded through the universe fell silent for a while, and when it sounded again, it had become a hymn of Harmony..."

"Even if the Star God perishes, it will leave behind a fate without a master. In the harmony that embraces everything...naturally, the noise of the past may quietly grow."

Hear his judgment.

The dream master's eyes gradually turned cold, "Mr. Walter... being overly sensitive is never a good thing, especially when you are alone and helpless."

Walter snorted: “It is true.”

The Dream Master no longer tried to hide and ordered Sunday, "For the sake of our great cause, Sunday, please take a rest."

The robin looked at Sunday, with a hint of disappointment and sadness in his eyes.

Her brother eventually embarked on the path of fighting against Tongxie.

Sunday closed his eyes, seeming helpless, and then suddenly looked at Walter and the robin.

Both of them showed painful expressions almost at the same time.

The robin even held its forehead with its hand, as if its will was in torment.

"I'm sorry, Robin, but you... I didn't want you to know all this, but unfortunately, it didn't go as planned."

"So this is the real reason why I can't sing? The shadow that hangs over Pinocchio is actually..."

Sunday looked at the robin, trying to convince his sister before she could completely revolt: "We have never been harmonious children. The paradise that you and I dream of should not be created by Hippie. The happiness of all can only be promised by 'one person' above all others."

"In law, men build society...In harmony, we have order."

......

The robin felt like he had entered a chaotic space. There was no sound or substance around him. He was like a ball of air, and a feeling of panic gradually rose in his heart.

Just when she was becoming more and more confused.

A familiar voice sounded beside him: "He really did hit you, how is it, are you okay?"

"Luo, Mr. Luo Ming?"

When the robin heard the sound, disbelief and surprise burst out in its emerald eyes.

"it's me."

Luo Ming's smiling voice came, and he asked again: "Are you not hurt?"

"No." The robin suppressed his surprise and asked softly, "How did you get in here? And where is this? I can't sense any breath of harmony. Have you left Pinocchio?"

"This is Sunday's consciousness space. You and Walter are imprisoned by him."

Luo Ming explained, "As for me, didn't I tell you before? I left a mark on you. I will always keep an eye on you and protect you from harm."

The sudden concern made the robin's cheeks feel a little hot.

Then she heard Luo Ming continue, "Just as I guessed, Sunday's blood relationship with you is real, and he won't really attack you. You don't need to do anything next. Just stay here to stabilize Sunday and wait quietly for it to end."

"Well...if you are really scared, I can use my memory to condense a little person to stay here with you?"

"No, no need."

The robin waved its hands repeatedly and looked around subconsciously, as if trying to find where Luo Ming's voice came from.

Unfortunately, this space of consciousness is like a chaos. There is nothing around except darkness.

"That's good. I told you that the world-famous Miss Mockingbird wouldn't be so fragile."

Luo Ming's voice was slightly teasing.

Then he asked, "Those so-called self-worth fallacies that Sunday talked about didn't change your perception of how the world works, did they?"

"Of course not," the robin replied softly.

"Very good. Actually, you just need to remember that energy is conserved."

"Pinoconi is a world-renowned dreamland. Countless people want to come here to enjoy their dreams, but only a few can come here. Their average assets reach 3.5 billion credit points."

“Guests are using their wealth to exchange for a dream of luxury and decadence, while Sunday’s ideal paradise of forgetting all pain requires people to become his puppets as payment for enjoyment.”

Luo Ming's voice paused for a moment.

Then he said, "Let's do this for now. If anything happens here, you just need to call out my name in your heart and I will appear immediately to save you."

"it is good."

As soon as the robin finished speaking, Luo Ming's faint consciousness disappeared, and the entire consciousness space turned into a dark and chaotic place again.

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