I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey Chapter 27

Hills covered with irises, snow falling like ashes, huge ancient trees, and sleeping beautiful women.

Everywhere you look, it seems to have a soft light filter, with warm and soft colors.

These elements constitute a beautiful dream like a fairy tale.

“This is indeed an incomparable sweet dream…Old Wang, you really don’t lie to me.”

Lin Jie stood among the flowers and thought for a while, looked around, up and down, squatted down and smelled one of the irises, and tentatively picked it off.

The flower in the hand is spinning, the pure white petals are elegant and clean.

Whether it is from sight, smell or touch, this flower is too real.

Lucid dream?

Lin Jie would occasionally have the kind of dream that could keep him awake and even know that he was dreaming.

This kind of dream is called lucid dream or lucid dream.

In this state, the dreamer can have the thinking and memory abilities of the waking state in the dream.

Some people can even make their dreams feel as real as the real world.

However, although it sounds mysterious, this phenomenon is actually not uncommon, and it is even a skill that can be acquired through deliberate exercise.

Lin Jie is not of a physique that is prone to lucid dreams, and he remembers that the number of times he has had lucid dreams will not exceed the number of palms.

This time, as soon as I hung up the dream catcher, I entered the state of lucid dreaming.

Lin Jie suspected that it was the effect of the dream catcher.

This cobweb-like shape is actually very likely to meet the conditions of a certain psychological suggestion.

Coupled with Lao Wang’s verbal inducement.

In the end this dream was created.

Lin Jie felt that this should be the most reasonable and scientific explanation.

Of course, he is not a rationalist who likes to get to the bottom of it. The above are just some associations generated when looking around.

As a romantic who can make tea and wait for an unknown guest on a rainy day, Lin Jie is very willing to believe that this is a magical gift from Lao Wang.

Having said that, since it is his dream, then he can do whatever he wants?

Lin Jie cast his thoughtful eyes on the woman lying under the tree.

He was still very curious…why he dreamed of a woman when he didn’t dream about anything else.

Cough, it doesn’t mean you can’t dream, after all, everyone has youth.

But generally speaking, the characters in dreams should not be so clear and completely unfamiliar.

“Okay, okay, at least there is another attribute of white hair that people in Chongguo love… It can be said that I am very familiar with it.”

“In the end, it’s just a dream, anything can happen, isn’t it?”

Lin Jie slowly brushed aside the bushes, rustled, and walked under the tree.

Let him see what his “dream man” will be like.

Lin Jie walked under the tree, and when he observed closely, he found that this woman was more perfect than imagined, like a Venus with a broken arm, full of a divine and unreal beauty.

The long silver hair is spread on the flowers like silk and satin, the flawless body is undulating like a snow river, even the slender eyelashes like butterfly wings are pure white, and between the hair is a white crown of thorns.

“As expected of a dream, this is a work of art like an oil painting.”

Lin Jie breathed lightly, admiring in his heart.

He hasn’t said a word since just now, he just muttered in his heart, because he couldn’t bear to destroy such a dreamy atmosphere.

But… since it is in a dream, let him be allowed to be a little presumptuous for the time being.

Lin Jie bent down and brushed up a strand of silver hair.

He gently pinned the white iris flower that he had folded in his hand above the woman’s left ear.

In reality, Lin Jie has never done this kind of over-the-top and ambiguous action to any woman.

Especially to a strange woman who just met not long ago.

But since it is in a dream, do it if you want to.

What’s more, it is a gift presented for the admiration of beauty-although the flowers are also other people’s own flowers.

Lin Jie straightened the position of the flower. Just as he was about to stand up straight, he suddenly found that he met a pair of silver-white eyes.

“!”

He jerked back, taking two steps back.

“rustle……”

The irises were suddenly blown by the wind, swaying and growing one after another, the snow-white petals fluttered one after another, and the huge tree made a low, organ-like sound.

The whole dream turned from stillness.

The silver-haired woman with a crown of thorns was wearing a white gauze, stood up among the flowers, looked at Lin Jie who was not far away with a trace of doubt and bewilderment.

Lin Jie suddenly found that her height was a bit unexpected.

He didn’t notice it when he was lying down, but when he stood up, Lin Jie even had to raise his head to see her complete image.

This shows that his “dream man” is at least two meters tall…

As expected of a dream, anything is possible.

But it may also be that Lin Jie looked at it from the perspective of the dreamer, which led to some sensory confusion.

“Who are you?”

The condescending “dream man” suddenly looked at him and said.

The voice is soft and magnetic, with a mature and elegant feminine charm.

Lin Jie was taken aback for a moment, completely unexpected that the other party would ask this question first.

He was still going to ask this question, and see what interesting answers he would answer from the character he had pieced together from his subconscious in his dream.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the question away first…

But wouldn’t it be more interesting in this way?

——A dialogue between “the man in the dream” and “the man outside the dream”.

Lin Jie smiled, thought for a while, and replied, “Someone… who is dreaming.”

“Dreamer” reached out and touched the iris flower pinned in his hair, gently took it back, and said, “You are in a dream, of course you are a dreamer.”

Did she even know she was in a dream?

Lin Jie suddenly found it very interesting. He can have lucid dreams, so can the person he dreams of realize that he is in the dream, and then know that he is not a real person?

But unless the person he dreamed of was real, he was connected to the same dream through a tube in the back of his head.

Otherwise this kind of thing is nonsense.

Because the person in the dream is just his own subconscious mind.

“At least this answer is true, so it’s my turn to ask questions.”

Lin Jie naturally turned asking questions into a kind of equal exchange, then cleared his throat, and said, “Who are you?—Don’t call yourself a dreamer.”

Maybe it’s because in the dream, he felt that he was a bit exposing the essence of a rogue.

The “dream man” smiled, his eyes were like snow and water, and he lifted the hem of the white gauze skirt: “Baiyin, this is my name.”

Lin Jie said, “Only the name?”

“At least this answer is true.”

Bai Yin tilted his head slightly, and said, “Now it’s my turn to ask questions, isn’t it?”

Lin Jie choked, then nodded, thinking that she would “fight back”.

Baiyin lowered his eyes and said with a lonely expression: “I’ve been here for a long time, for a long time, so long that I even forgot what time is. It’s so beautiful here, but I often feel that it’s too quiet. Can you tell me, this kind of Do you feel why?”

Lin Jie thought to himself, isn’t this just loneliness?

Could it be that in his dream, he also had business to expand?