Chapter 895 Lyon!
"Lyon!!!"
The closed eyes suddenly opened. After several breaths of heavy breaths, Emma, who was chilling all over her body, couldn't help but raise her arms, pushed away the dirty ebony board above her head with difficulty, and sat up from the coffin full of insect eyes. The vest was already penetrated by cold sweat.
What's going on? Why was Lyon pushed off the cliff by a wild beast whose face was unseen in his nightmare?
"Eh?"
It seemed that he heard the movement of the coffin lid behind him. The old man in the square head who was trying to clean the pot not far away could not help but look back, and then said unhappily:
"You have already entered the coffin, why are you still sitting up? Forgot what I said before?"
"I...I'm sorry..."
After trying hard to calm down the stimulating heartbeat, Emma, who was still in shock, quickly apologized:
"Third generation, I just had a nightmare..."
"Stop! Stop!"
After raising his hand and comparing a "STOP" position, interrupting Emma's words, the third-generation old man said with an unhappy look:
"All of you are all being tortured in the Yixuan City and lie in the [Coffin of the Sage] that will affect your soul. It would be strange if you don't have seventeen or eighteen nightmares... Look at them, aren't they all dreaming there?"
It seemed that in order to prove himself, the old man of the third generation waved his hand to the cemetery where he was dug in a mess and was filled with pits. Old coffin boards were lifted up, revealing the cleaners below.
"Wuwuwu...I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
"Please let him go, let him go!"
"This marriage cannot be divorced! Otherwise, the three of us can do it together!"
"No! No! Why is this happening!"
“…”
"See? Are you all dreaming there?"
After raising his hand and pointing at the coffin under Emma, the old man of the third generation hummed:
"Go back and lie down! You little trash who can't even beat the true gods, have been in the city of Yixuan for several weeks, and their souls have long been unable to hold on. After returning to this world, they have to lie down for at least a year or two before they can get down to the ground. If they don't keep it for three or five years, they will definitely not be able to recover.
Although it is uncomfortable to have nightmares in the [Coffin of the Sage], it is also repairing the cracks in your soul, and it even has a little effect of opening up wisdom. Do you know if you make a lot of money? ”
"Thank you, 3rd generation..."
I had heard about the third generation of directors in the long run. Facing the old man in Fang Naoke who "takes in" him and others, Emma naturally did not dare to neglect him. She quickly thanked him, and then hesitated:
"But the nightmare I just had seems a little wrong."
"What's wrong? What's wrong with dreams? There's no need to make a fuss."
"But..."
"No, but! Go and go! Go back and lie down quickly, don't make trouble for me!"
From the pot that was brushed brighter than a mirror, I picked up a wooden brush strip for shabu-shabu and pointed to a group of dead people tied to the tree next to me. The old man with square heads said impatiently:
"Did you see that old man with green hair? His hair was golden before his head became moldy. He was known as a big dramatist who had happened once in a thousand years. Every hair that fell off when writing the script was taken seriously was collected by someone.
There is also the old lady opposite. Although her chest has fallen to her knees now, she is also a dancer who is famous for her elegant figure when she is alive. A performance can gather at least tens of thousands of audiences, and those who want to see her can sail a kilometer.
The remaining ones are basically scholars from the mechanical capital Kroc. Many of the things you use now are invented by others. Any one you just take out is a hero to all mankind!
And in order to free up the coffin to repair your souls, I have picked them out of the grave! If you were not sent by that kid, I wouldn't bother with whether your souls were in trouble. Don't be ignorant of the sacredness! "I...but I just dreamed of Lyon, he..."
"Aren't you his mistress? What's wrong with dreaming of him?"
“…”
After holding on for a while, Emma couldn't help but look slightly red and said:
"It's not that kind of dream! I dreamed that Lyon was hugging a naked man and fell off a very steep cliff!"
"Ah???"
After hearing Emma's words, the old man of the third generation was shocked and then said incrediblely:
"He still has that kind of habit?"
"No..."
I found that the brain circuit of the third generation old man was a little strange. Emma, who felt that he couldn't explain it clearly, pursed her lips, tried to organize the language, and spoke again:
"Lyon and I have a close contact... Listen to me!"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
After raising his hand in advance and stopping the third generation old man who wanted to speak, Emma, who looked a little anxious, explained very quickly:
"Lyon once brought me back from the realm of death. Our souls were very close, and then some connections became faintly formed.
So I think my nightmare is probably not just a simple nightmare, but something happened to the part of the soul fragment left by Lyon in the death world. After his soul was in trouble, my soul felt the situation at that time! ”
"How is that..."
The old man from the third generation couldn't help but look solemn when he heard this, and then frowned and said:
"Then analyze what you see... Could it be that boy's soul jumped off the cliff and died in love with a naked man?"
“…”
This old man has a problem with his mind! ! !
Facing the third generation director who was constantly talking and pretending to be unable to understand, Emma, who was extremely uneasy, couldn't help but stomp her feet, and said with annoyance:
"Three generations of adults! Something might have happened to Lyon's soul! He is me... the best cleaner of our cleanup bureau in these years! And you are also his teacher! You..."
"You fart!"
The old man Fang Naoke couldn't help but get furious when he heard this, and jumped to scold him:
"You are his teacher! Your whole family is his teacher! I... fuck! Don't talk nonsense! I haven't taught him anything at all! I'm not familiar with him at all!"
"Teacher, you're a little guilty about saying this."
"?!!!!!!"
After hearing the voice that almost ruined me, the third-generation director's neck couldn't help but shrink slightly, and then he looked back with an extremely complicated expression.
A lot of rare ingredients... Oh no, a familiar figure with dark hair and dark eyes reached out from the pot and pulled the edge of the pot, poured out the water from the pot, then hugged and crawled out of the pot that had been polished by himself, and spoke with an annoying smile:
"Three..."
"Lyon!"
(This chapter ends)