Chapter 42 (2/2)

The nightmare world is an unstable plane. It was only included in the infinite plane sign of desolation two hundred years ago. So far, there is no stable channel to connect the witch world. At present, the entry method of the nightmare world can only enter through the randomly opened space holes when it approaches the witch world periodically.

So far, all those who have entered the nightmare world have entered by chance. So far, only ten fingers have entered the nightmare world and returned to the witch world intact. We can see the horror of the nightmare world.

Those who have successfully returned to the witch world have a vague evaluation of the nightmare world. They often talk about the nightmare world with deep fear and clearly visible greed. Their evaluation of the nightmare world is almost similar to Imagination --

”Project reality, shine into illusion, and generate reality.”

Greya hasn't been to the nightmare world, but she knows how much Sanders has the shadow of the nightmare world. The evaluation of the nightmare world reminded her of what angel had just described.

It's exactly the same as pat manor, but there are a group of strange creatures living in it.

Is this the ”projected reality” of the nightmare world?

Greya thought of this and connected sanders and angel again. If the place angel went to when testing his talent was really a nightmare, then Sanders was suddenly so radical, there was an explanation.

Although greya has roughly figured out the key points, now how she wants to deal with it has become a difficult point.

One side is the most distinguished gold card holder of Barbie restaurant, and the other is the famous magic master in southern regions.

”That great being” has left the southern region for hundreds of years. Relying on prestige and awe will eventually come to an end.

In exchange for the silence of greya, Sanders continued to rage. Under the condition of violent shaking, even the candles of the chandelier were thrown down. If it were not for the control of Tang weasel and greasy bird, the fire had begun to spread. But in just a few minutes, several gorgeous carpets began to burn.

Finally, greya sighed, waved her hand, and told the greasy bird to open the prohibition of the banquet living room.

After swinging at both ends of the Libra for a long time, she chose Sanders. Sometimes, reality always forces people to bow their heads. No matter how beautiful the future is, it is just illusory.

As the curtain of the hall was lifted, dada dada --

A man in black, full of noble demeanor, came in with a determined and steady pace. No one can believe that such an elegant middle-aged was the initiator of the previous storm.

Angel was also secretly watching the visitor. The short gray green roll came out from the edge of the black felt hat. The face with slight traces of years was still handsome. On the bridge of the tall nose was a piece of golden single-sided glasses, a black tuxedo with Phnom Penh white silk gloves and a black pole.

Every move of the comer is incomparably elegant. Its own aura is like an aristocrat inherited for thousands of years. It is alienated but exquisite. It makes people feel that they can only be respected from the bottom of their heart. Even if they are a little closer, they feel it is a kind of blasphemy.

Every step of Sanders affects the hearts of everyone present.

What the hell is he doing here? Confirm what? All mortals looked at the calm man with doubt and a trace of fear.

Finally, Sanders stopped in front of angel.

Good afternoon, boy.

The two looked at each other, and angel was at a loss. Especially just after a shaking, he was leaning on the table with his legs soft. He hadn't worn his clothes since he took off. The cold wind came from outside the curtain, and the cold wind in the hall made him tremble.

The naked boy and the noble Sanders looked at each other in such an embarrassing scene.

Caroline wondered, ”is Sanders here for angel?” Why else? She was about to test angel when Sanders did it.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in helolin's heart. This sense of crisis did not come from the threat to life safety, but a crisis when she was about to lose some chance, or a sense of regret.

The Moro, who was standing next to angel, suddenly threw away his hand and suddenly stepped back a few steps away from angel. He didn't dare to get close to Sanders. Even if he just took a sneak look, Moro felt creepy all over.

When she saw Sanders stop in front of angel, greya flashed across her eyes: ”it's for him.”

The scene was silent for a moment.