Demon Lord 3

I nodded. Xing Zhengqi had been calling me "Auntie" before, and it had been a little awkward for me, so I asked her to call me "Jie." After all, I couldn't stand it if she kept calling me "Auntie." We looked about the same age, so how could she be called "Old Auntie"? But then I thought, since his father called me "Jie," it wasn't wrong for him to call me "Auntie." But I still couldn't stand that relationship and generational distinction, so I asked her to change it and just call me Jie. Since we were in the team, we were like colleagues in the same unit. There were no generational titles, just workplace honorifics. There are many rooms here, and we both walked around them one by one, and finally found the so-called library. The original host had a lot of memories of this library. He also said that it seemed that every time he traveled through time in his dreams, it was related to the library. He didn't look carefully at other rooms, and he might have just passed by in a hurry, but he seemed to be attracted by the books in the library every time. This time we must take a look. When we went in, I found that this place was ancient and quaint, especially the books that seemed to be very old the further we walked inside. I opened one and took a look. Although I don’t recognize those characters, modern Chinese characters do not exist in their world, and ancient characters should not be these. I remember seeing it before Some classical collections of writings, these characters are imagined by the people in that world. After carefully looking at these characters, although I don’t recognize any of them, I can clearly understand what they mean in my dream. It’s like when we read an article written in traditional Chinese characters, we can understand the content, but we still can’t understand the individual characters. This reflects our previous style. When I saw this, I actually understood it roughly. The book was about turning the last page and coming to my world on the previous page, which told an interesting story. The story seemed to be a childhood sweetheart love story. I asked curiously why there was this? Xing Zhengqi said: "According to the investigation report, the man seems to have never married or had children. In his dreams, he has always had the best relationship with his childhood sweetheart. The book we opened today is the one that the man has always kept. In particular, this is the page that the man has protected with his life. The reason is that this section is some small stories between him and his childhood sweetheart. However, I heard that this matter did not go to the end. For his own inner satisfaction, the man actually made up a love story for himself. The love stories we can see here are all made up by him. In fact, the childhood sweetheart had been with him for a long time. "The relationship wasn't good, and they didn't make it to the end. He said that because he wanted to satisfy his inner self." At this point, I was slightly stunned. It was because of two things. The first was that he could actually research the information and conduct thorough investigations, which showed that he was quite persistent in these areas. He was also very intelligent. The second thing that puzzled me was that this person was also a dreamer. Perhaps the dreams he created could build a skyscraper. If he wasn't a dreamer in the first place, perhaps he became one by accident. He could create dreams for himself, but not for others. In dreams, he might be a god, but outside of dreams, he was nothing. In this situation, perhaps a small impulse within him, perhaps because of something he hadn't completed, could cause him to become furious. Then, in his dream, he'd want to complete all the unfinished business, especially the childhood sweetheart. Because he wasn't with his childhood sweetheart, this man developed different emotions within him. He had the impression that he and his childhood sweetheart should have been together, and in his mind, they were always together. But outwardly, things were different. This impression, etched in his mind, became like a page in his book. Xing Zhengqi also said, "Is that guy mentally ill? This is getting increasingly bizarre. I didn't realize that fantasy could reach this level. That's a fantasy disorder, or perhaps a serious problem within his fantasy." I've also noticed, especially with this particular page in his mind, that he seems to have some kind of fantasy blockage. Perhaps he's forced to fantasize. Each time he fantasizes, it brings him physical and mental pleasure, but it also becomes something that inhibits him.