vI'm a cornerstone, I'm here to kidnap the robin

But this was not what surprised Saturday. What really made her hard to accept was the groomsmen's suit worn by her brother.

A red firework hung in front of his straight suit, making the already handsome Sunday look even more gorgeous. But even so, the best man's attire silently indicated the fact that he was willing to play the supporting role at this moment.

Of course, if it were just that, it would be fine. But what she couldn't accept was why... she was not wearing a wedding dress, but the same groomsmen's suit as on Sunday!

"Bugs? That was before the Harmonious Music Festival. Are you still asleep?"

Hearing Saturday's question, Sunday looked a little confused, and even his expression became a little weird.

"After resolving the issue of Liumeng Reef, the Harmonious Music Ceremony went smoothly. However, at the closing ceremony of the Harmonious Music Ceremony, Robin publicly proposed to my righteous love. You, someone else, got there first, Saturday."

I proposed to Mr. Jeramy?

No, that was done by the robin?

That's not right. Isn't the robin the me? Why does my brother act so self-assured? And what about this groomsmen suit I'm wearing...

"I know you're not convinced. You refused to be Robin's bridesmaid and insisted on being Righteous' best man. But even if you're angry, you can't be absent on purpose... Time is almost up, and Righteous will be sad if he doesn't see you soon."

Saturday, who had lost his memory, had not yet understood what was happening when Sunday pushed him by the shoulders towards the brightly lit auditorium in the distance.

When they stepped into the spacious auditorium, they found that there were not many people in it. Although Robin was the most dazzling star of Pinocchio, there were not many people who could be called his friends.

Rather, Mr. Jeramy has more friends here.

The nameless guest who was devouring the cakes, the rememberer from the Flowing Light Memory Courtyard, the masked fool from the tavern, two colleagues from the company, and...

Saturday cast his eyes towards the last row of the auditorium, where sat a figure that looked out of place.

Her long purple hair was like a waterfall, and her ethereal eyes were quietly gazing at everyone present. The Void Walker's fingertips habitually rested on the scabbard at her waist, tapping rhythmically.

Noticing Saturday's gaze, Huang Quan gave her a meaningful look.

It was just a simple glance, but it seemed to contain an extremely huge amount of information, making Saturday subconsciously cover his forehead.

Did I...did I...forget something important?

His fingertips subconsciously pinched a petal that decorated the auditorium. The touch of the slightly wet petals was so real that the chill spread through his fingertips to his whole body.

Her memory was fragmented, and Saturday only remembered that when Mr. Jeramy set out to face the endless swarm of insects, he privately went to find the Void Walker.

She knew nothing about what happened afterwards.

"Miss Saturday, what's wrong with you?"

A gentle voice brought Saturday back from her trance, and a familiar hand rested on her shoulder.

There was a hard texture under the white gloves, like some smooth shell.

Even without looking back, Saturday could roughly determine the identity of the person behind him.

"Jerami... Mr. Jeremy, I'm fine... No, actually, there's one thing. Can I ask you a question?"

Without turning around, Saturday looked down at the slightly wet petals on his fingertips, his voice stumbling, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Without even waiting for the person behind him to respond, Saturday continued talking on his own.

"At the closing ceremony of the Harmony Festival, why did Mr. Jeramy agree to the robin? You should know that I am the one who..."

He didn't continue speaking, but Saturday was sure that the person behind him could understand what he meant.

"Well, there are many reasons. After all, I understand Miss Mockingbird's feelings. Moreover, in such an occasion where everyone is paying attention, I have to save her face."

The voice behind me seemed a little embarrassed. After all, this reason sounded a bit hasty.

"Oh, I see. Thank you."

As if he had gotten the answer he wanted, Saturday breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and seemed to be planning to give the other person a hug, and the person behind him also obediently opened his arms.

The next moment, blood flowers bloomed, like gorgeous Lycoris radiata.

The petals pinched in Saturday's fingertips turned into sharp blades at that moment, easily cutting the throat of the person behind him.

Covering the blood line on his throat, the man lying on the ground looked at Saturday who suddenly attacked in disbelief, his eyes full of confusion.

"Do you know why I can see through it?"

Seeing the guy covering his throat, Saturday silently let go of the blood-stained petals in his hand and let them float away with gravity.

"Mr. Jeramy is not someone who compromises easily, otherwise I would have succeeded by half-heartedly. If I can't do it, a robin certainly can't do it. Besides... I am a robin."

Saturday sighed softly, turned around and looked at Sunday, who had been standing beside him without him noticing.

"Brother, this dream is so clumsy. It can't even reproduce the most basic logic. Mr. Jeramy's favorite person is Saturday. There is no way he would marry a robin because of so-called pressure."

Volume 116: Mockingbird: Did I kill my husband to prove my truth?

"Brother, this dream is so clumsy."

Release the petals pinched by fingertips, the originally moist dew has been replaced by bright red blood, the splashing blood dyed Saturday's cool groomsmen's suit with a touch of fierceness,

After hardening his heart a little and getting rid of the impostor in Taiyi's dream in a lightning-fast manner, Saturday turned around and looked at his brother who had been standing beside him without him noticing, with a hint of anger between his brows.

It's not that she couldn't understand Sunday's behavior. She had even realized that her brother would find an opportunity to set a trap for her.

After all, she knew what Sunday was planning, and Sunday also knew that she knew what she was planning. If she wanted to strike first, she had to find a time when she was not yet fully alert and create a dream that she could not refuse.

But no matter what, taking advantage of my feelings for Mr. Jeramy was really too much.

Even if the other person is your brother, you cannot forgive him easily.

However, when Saturday looked at Sunday with a slightly angry look, he found that his brother's eyes were even more excited than his own.

"elder brother?"

"Saturday, you...this...you..."

He pointed at the figure lying on the ground that was constantly turning into memory and dissipating, and then pointed at Saturday who was glaring at him not far away. Sunday looked a little incoherent, and his expression became quite interesting.

He really didn't expect that his sister had such a decisive side.

If this side of him had been revealed half a month ago, Zhou Ri would have felt relieved and not worried at all that his sister would be seduced away by some wild boy.

If this side had been reflected a week ago, Sunday would have been happy, at least his sister wouldn't suffer a loss in the fight for Jeremy.

but now……

He took another look at the figure that had completely turned into a dream bubble and disappeared, leaving no trace except for the blood beads on the petals. Even Sunday took a long time to react and realize what had happened.

My righteous ones!

What happened in the week after I received the séance of Constantina at the Wanlai Theater?

Why did my pure, innocent, gentle and lovely sister even learn how to murder her own husband!

Yes, just like the Saturday in the dream is the real Saturday, Huang Quan is still Huang Quan, and the one who was just ruthlessly killed by Miss Singer was really Jeremy's consciousness.

Jeremy never expected that Miss Singer would be so swift and decisive. He was not on guard against Saturday and he didn't even have time to struggle before he received a fatal wound.

Now Sunday is filled with regret, so much regret.

I regretted why I cut corners and did not reproduce the immortality of the righteous in this dream.

Originally, he just wanted to maintain the dream that covered the entire Asdena galaxy, and he wanted to save as much borrowed power as possible. On Sunday, he just created a body in the dream that looked exactly like Jeremy, and then pulled his consciousness into it.

Jeremy in the dream is no different from the real person except for his fighting ability. Even his actions are controlled by Jeremy's own consciousness.

As for Jeramy's own power... he is using it to do something more important.

In addition to saving energy, Sunday also had some selfish motives in making this design.

Jeremy has no fighting ability. Even if his sister can't help but kill him in the dream, he will probably not be able to resist. At that time, he just needs to cut off the connection between the dream and himself.

Whether advancing or retreating, Sunday felt that his arrangement was perfect until he saw his sister take out Jeramy with a clean blow.

Soul with three faces, please listen to my question. Have I fallen into someone's illusion without knowing it? My sister killed her husband in front of me to prove her faith. Why would I have such a dream?

Compared to the regret on Sunday, Saturday seemed even more panicked.

She knew very well that if it was just a dream that she had arranged and it was destroyed, her brother would definitely not lose his composure like this. That meant...

"Brother, could it be that what happened just now was actually..."

Looking at his brother with a complicated expression, Saturday asked the question nervously.

"Yes, although the power has not been restored to the dream, it is still my righteous man."

After getting a definite answer from his brother, Saturday's heart finally settled.

Looking at his own white palms, the blood drops that had just been stained had clearly disappeared with the dissipation of the dream bubble, but Saturday seemed to still be able to see the remaining bloodstains on them.

Did I just... kill... Mr. Jeramy?

"It's fake... It's fake. Isn't this dream about a wedding with a robin? I'm still here. How could Mr. Jeremy agree to such a joke?"

Although he had already determined that he had a high probability of not being able to perform, Saturday still wanted to make a final struggle.

It's true that I've been playing a little too much recently, and it's a sign of schizophrenia, but Saturday can be sure that I and Robin are still the same person... right?

But no matter what, at least the robin should still be on his side. How could he defect to his brother's side without knowing it?

Even if the other party offered to marry Mr. Jeremy in a dream, I would definitely refuse...right?

Thinking of this, Saturday, who had originally intended to comfort himself, became more and more guilty.

"Wake up, Saturday... No, wake up, robin. In this dream, there is no second you. From the beginning to the end, this imaginary wedding was prepared for you alone."

Sunday walked to the curtain of the auditorium, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pulled open the bright curtain.

Behind the curtain, there was no "robin" in a wedding dress, only a white wedding dress that looked very different from her long blue-purple hair.

As Sunday said, the so-called "Wedding of the Mockingbirds" itself does not exist. In this dream, there is only one universal singer, and that is her.

As for the best man at the beginning, it was just a prank thought up by two like-minded guys. They planned to wait until the singer was desperate and then show her the wedding dress to give her a shock. Unexpectedly, it turned into a shock for three people.

Looking at the wedding dress carefully prepared by her brother, Zhou Liu's heart finally died.

However, this is not the end. What happened next on Sunday really put the final nail in the coffin of Saturday, which was basically the end of the story.

"Besides, did you just say in front of Jeremy...that you are Mockingbird."

Looking at his sister in front of him with a strange look, Sunday secretly shook his head in his heart.

Sure enough, sometimes being too confident is not a good thing. It is easy to ruin yourself when you are just one step away from your long-planned goal.

Thinking back to not long ago, I was also in this confident and sure-of-winning state of mind. Fortunately, Jeremy gave me some pointers... He is indeed my righteous man.

After being stabbed in the back by his beloved brother, Saturday was completely stunned. He didn't know if it was because dreams were more likely to reflect the mood of the person involved, but from Sunday's perspective, his sister's white groomsmen's suit even had a tendency to turn gray.

"Huh... No matter what, brother, your plan is too dangerous. I won't let Mr. Jeramy continue to act like you."

There was really no way to continue the in-depth discussion on this topic, so Saturday chose to bring the conversation between the two back to the differences in their current path.

Although this evasive approach was shameful, it was indeed effective. The serious-minded Sunday was indeed attracted by this topic, and his originally weird look became much more serious.

However, Sunday seems to have given up on talking any more on this topic.

After all, things have come to this point, Taiyi's dream has been launched, no matter how beautiful the words are, the fact that silence is not as powerful as before.

"Since you've made up your mind, come meet me at the Pinocchio Theatre. Bring your [Wanlai Theatre], or bring any other companions along. My righteous men and I have decided to overcome all obstacles on this journey. We are not intimidated by numbers; only the ironclad truth can dispel our delusions."

With his right hand gently stroking his chest, he felt his heart beating faster due to excitement and the surging power in his body, and Sunday smiled knowingly.

No wonder my righteous people always like to act like this when they are in trouble. Listening to your own heart can indeed make your will stronger.

"See you outside of dreams, my sister. I hope that by then, you will have made your own choice."

Leaving behind a word that was not sure whether it was encouragement or a declaration of war, Sunday's figure turned into a dream bubble and disappeared in the auditorium decorated with flowers.

With the departure of the Lord of Dreams, the auditorium, which was decorated exceptionally gorgeously, gradually dimmed and sank into darkness.

In the darkness of the dream that was about to collapse, Saturday, who no longer needed to pretend to be tough, relaxed somewhat weakly and squatted silently, hugging his knees.

"You messed up. Because of your anger and outspokenness, you revealed a secret that should never have been spoken so hastily."

In the darkness, the sound of heels hitting the ground was particularly clear.

Huang Quan looked at the listless singer in front of him, who had completely lost her previous commanding demeanor, and explained the facts in brief words.

"Jerami will reflect on his past interactions with you, piecing together a complete picture of you through a lens of care and suspicion, blending Saturday and Mockingbird into one. And after that, who will he see you as?"

The Void Walker's voice was calm, but every syllable was like a sharp knife, piercing Saturday's heart mercilessly.

After planning for so long and arranging so many things, whether it was the descent of the spirit in the Wanlai Theater or knowing that his brother had decided to launch the Taiyi Dream but still watching his actions, it was all for one thing in the final analysis.

No matter how perfect the [Taiyi Dream] is, the false illusion cannot create a real paradise after all. His own [Wanlai Theater] is the only one that can truly accommodate Mr. Jeramy's existence.

But now, everything was messed up by myself.