Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 324 [Death of Yehua] 11

The moment her thoughts wavered, just like all dreamers who suddenly realize the incongruity in their dreams, Yehua also naturally developed a realization that "I am dreaming."

At the farthest point of the world, vast oceans quickly began to collapse and disappear, and the void and darkness began to occupy from the boundless place until the owner of the dream woke up from the dream, and then completely swallowed up this empty world.

Many people will wake up suddenly from their dreams once they realize that they are dreaming or dream of a critical moment.

But Yehua was obviously different. She could feel that if she woke up, this dream world would completely disappear.

Because this is the world rooted in her dreams.

If it were before, Yehua might have collapsed and woken up from the dream immediately and without hesitation.

But in the past year or so, Feng Lan took her to see so many places. These places were so real, the mountains, rivers, grass and trees had emotions, and all living things had righteousness. When Ye Hua looked up, she saw the walls full of photos.

There were so many of them, covering the entire wall, all of which had been put up sporadically over the past year: pictures of Butler Lan, or rather, pictures that player had taken of her, and local specialties that the player had bought...

Yehua heard footsteps, it was that player's. She didn't want to face all this for the time being, so she grabbed the quilt and buried herself in the bed, leaving only a little of her long white hair exposed.

Sometimes, omniscience and omnipotence can also be a kind of trouble.

At least for Yehua, whose mind is still that of a four-year-old.

Feng Lan came up from downstairs, and she did not deliberately cover up her footsteps. Logically, Ye Hua, who had just returned, would be very excited and would definitely run out of bed to share with her all the interesting things she thought during the trip. But now, looking at Ye Hua with only a little bit of her head exposed, Feng Lan inexplicably felt that she was different from before.

The moment she got closer, she subconsciously tensed her body, straightened her back, and subtly adjusted her hands and feet to the most alert arc, but was then retracted by Feng Lan.

It seems that the real 'Night Flower' has woken up.

I just don't want to see myself, the situation is not that bad.

Feng Lan put the snacks and juice on the cabinet beside the bed, "You can drink it later." Then he went downstairs, considerately leaving Ye Hua time and space to think.

Only when she heard Feng Lan's footsteps receding did Ye Hua breathe a sigh of relief and quietly looked out from under the quilt with her two round eyes.

After looking at the ceiling for a while, Yehua closed her eyes again.

This is a dream, so what does she look like in reality?

A chaotic darkness appeared before Ye Hua's eyes. He was sleeping in the darkness, his huge and invisible body slightly curled up, his left hand behind his ear, his right hand around his Dantian, surrounded by the Tao and swirling with strong winds.

He looks very bored and lonely.

Yehua thought about it, and curled up in the soft and comfortable quilt again, squinting her eyes like a cat basking in the sun.

It seems that it’s no big deal if it’s just a dream.

The sunlight fell on Yehua's forehead and hair, and she looked like a small white flower.

It is the kind of small flower in the forest, with a ray of sunlight shining on its bright white petals from the gaps between countless trees.

Yehua hesitated briefly and decided to go back to sleep.

In this case, she looked into the distance, her sight traversing high towers, forests, snow-capped mountains, and countless layers, looking at the edge of the world swallowed by nothingness. It was just a pity that she couldn't play around anymore.

The tower is the junction between her dream and reality. Although only a wisp of soul left, it had been gone for too long. The energy in the dream was not enough to maintain this world, and some of it was consumed when she was half asleep and half awake.

Yehua took one last look at this vivid and beautiful world.

She 'awoke' briefly for seven minutes, came to this beautiful and beloved world, took a look at it, and then fell asleep again.

……

Yehua slept very deeply. When she woke up, she felt very tired and heavy, as if someone had opened her skull and poured a river of water into it. She was so heavy that she couldn't even get up.

"Cough cough..."

Yehua's face was red, her eyes and head hurt, and she had a slight fever. She lay in bed in a daze, feeling more uncomfortable than ever before and her body was so weak.

A slightly cool hand touched Yehua's forehead, and Yehua opened her eyes, "Butler Lan... I feel so uncomfortable... Woo woo..."

After saying a few words, Yehua stopped talking because her throat was sore and she felt uncomfortable all over. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, gushing out like two faucets.

"Stop crying, your eyes will hurt if you keep crying." Feng Lan picked up Ye Hua from the bed, wrapped her in a blanket, held her in his arms, patted her back gently, wiped the corners of Ye Hua's eyes with his fingers, and cast a green magic.

Although it doesn't have much effect, it can at least make Yehua feel a little bit cool.

Because this weakness is caused by the consumption of most of the strength, I can only wait for Yehua's body to slowly recover.

"Have some pear soup. I added sugar to it to moisten your throat."

Yehua half-closed her eyes, because her eyes were swollen and red from crying, and she couldn't open them. She put the liquid to her mouth and bit it, then drank it down in her mouth. It was sweet and moist, which made her throat feel much better, and it seemed that her head didn't hurt so much anymore. Only then did she stop crying.

Holding the cup, I drank in small sips, occasionally clearing my nose.

Feng Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Ordinary sweet soup would definitely not have this effect. This soup was added with a spirit bead obtained in the Tianxing copy. It was also a treasure created by heaven and earth. The grade was not bad, also A-grade. It was also mixed with the juice squeezed from a golden apple. It tasted good and was rich in energy, which could make up for some of Yehua's lost strength.

After drinking the sweet hot soup, Yehua finally felt much better and broke out in a sweat. Feng Lan wiped her face and put the drowsy Yehua into bed. After a while, she fell asleep again.

I quietly looked at Yehua's sleeping face for a while. It was so small, curled up in the quilt, and looked so pitiful.

"How long will it take for this situation to heal?" Feng Lan asked softly. She had some guesses about what Ye Hua had done.

After all, just now, several eye-catching red "danger" characters popped up on his panel, densely covering Feng Lan's face.

But now, her main quest is shown to be complete and she can leave the dungeon at any time.

Obviously, Yehua did something.

Although they were downstairs, Feng Lan noticed something was wrong the second Ye Hua's breathing changed and quickly went upstairs. Gao Ta had already taken a step ahead of her and pulled the curtains on the window to prevent the cold wind from blowing in and further exacerbating Ye Hua's discomfort.

The whole bed also quietly became softer, warmer and a little cooler. The already safe and clean space was immediately sterilized and cleaned, for fear that potential dust somewhere would make Yehua cough.

Feng Lan himself was brought to Ye Hua in an instant by the force of the high tower through space transformation.

Feng Lan: "...It's just the fever and physical discomfort caused by physical weakness."

Of course, after recovering from the moment of helplessness, Gaota obviously understood the reason why Yehua was weak at the moment better than Fenglan, and felt a little depressed and guilty.

Feng Lan looked at it and saw that the murals on the wall, which had always been neat and tidy, were now crooked. Even the direction of each carved brick revealed a sense of loss, and the fluorite lamps on the wall were a little dim.

Immersed in his emotions, Gaota didn't want to bother with Feng Lan.

Reluctantly, he gave her an answer.

[About two hundred years. If the restoration is poor, it may take more than three hundred years. T_T]