The scorching and poisonous sunlight fell from the ceiling, the skylight met the fallen leaves, passed through the gaps between the dense green leaves, and fell mottledly on Qin Yuelou's hands that were shielding his eyes, and also fell on his pure white slim-fitting chef's uniform.

above.

"It's a bit hot." Qin Yuelou said, unbuttoning three or two double-breasted buttons on the front of his chest, revealing the outline of his strong chest muscles.

A nine-striped and nine-clawed red dragon swam on the white clothes behind her, and in her ears came the harsh chirping of cicadas beating leaves through the forest.

"I see~" "I see." "I see!"...

There are ups and downs one after another, but after you sing, we will appear on the stage, and the noisy cicadas can be heard endlessly.

Noisy, really too noisy.

But Qin Yuelou didn't feel irritated by this. Instead, he quietly listened to their sweet songs that bloomed with life.

They may have been dormant in the soil for three years, seven years, or more likely fifteen years. The factor of prime numbers can prevent them from competing with other cicadas.

But when they climb from the soil to the tree trunk and shed their skin, their lives only last a few months.

Within these few months, they will rapidly decline, and before they decline, they must pass on their genetic factors within a limited period of time.

This is the instinct of life.

Therefore, in addition to the elegant poetic and noisy summer music, "cicada chirping" also has other connotations.

To cicadas, they are annoying spirits pumping out "deep communication" messages at full power around the clock.

In this ocean of sounds that gathered together of courting calls, Qin Yuelou's six ears were filled with complicated "in-depth communication" and the cicada's heartbeat with related contents.

It's just that in this huge and vast ocean, there is still a human voice that does not belong to this ocean.

Human words are like a small boat that can be destroyed by any wave.

Qin Yuelou followed the source of the sound and went deep into the dense forest. The tall green trees were densely covered with cicadas of various colors.

The cicadas did not feel panicked by the arrival of the cook, nor did they care at all. They just sang their mating songs to themselves.

It seems that there are invisible steps in front of him. Every step Qin Yue Tower takes, he will climb higher and higher, and finally stop in the middle of an ancient tree.

It was a white cicada that was completely different from other cicadas.

It doesn't have the texture of jade, but the whole body is pure white and clean, as if it was carved from fallen snow.

The frightened white cicada made an even sharper sound.

"Help me, help me, help me, can you understand me?" The chirping of the white cicada conveyed this meaning to Qin Yuelou.

Qin Yuelou reached out and took the white cicada off the tree trunk, then gently placed it in his palm.

"Help, help." Bai Chan still shouted like this.

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." Qin Yuelou raised his hand, holding Bai Chan in line with his gaze.

"I don't know what happened. I suddenly turned into a cicada. Can you help me?"

"Are you a boy or a girl? Do you know the gender of your body now?"

"Little girl, I don't know, what does this have to do with me turning into a cicada?"

"Girl, the only cicada that can sing is the male cicada..."

So let me put it in other words, in your personality, the male part is higher than the female part. In other words, are you... more inclined to marry a couple and marry a female?

Where is Lang?"

"You! You! How do you know!" Bai Chan's voice was filled with panic and embarrassment.

"It's just a little interpretation of dreams. It's not a fault to like women, just like there are men who like the same sex."

"Dream? What does it mean?" Bai Chan was confused with a little fear.

"Don't you understand? The cicadas chirping around you are formed from your memories and opinions about the people around you. In other words, those sounds are gossips about you.

And I mean, here is your dream,

I just accidentally fell into your dream when I was sleeping."

Qin Yuelou said to Bai Chan.

"Dream? How is it possible? How could I dream that I turned into a cicada?"

"Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies. Did Zhuang Sheng dream of butterflies, or did the butterflies dream of Zhuang Sheng? No one knows. If you want to become a human again, you still need to wake up."

"No, how should I wake up, Master?" Bai Chan asked Qin Yuelou hopefully, hoping that Qin Yuelou could help her.

"There is no concept of time in a dream. What you experience in a dream may only be a moment in the outside world, or it may last a whole night. However, in a dream, your sense of time will be stretched. In other words, someone in the outside world has taken your time.

If you wake up, you may have been screaming here for decades, or even hundreds of thousands of years. Although you may not remember it when you wake up, there will always be some residual dreams, but you have to experience it now."

"Ah? Master... Master, can you please let me wake up quickly?" Bai Chan asked uncomfortably.

Qin Yuelou paused for a moment before speaking to Bai Chan unhurriedly.

"You must first remember that this is a dream. Unless you have corresponding spells or supernatural powers, your death in the dream will not be reflected in reality."

"What do you mean? Master?" Bai Chan asked Qin Yuelou, and she noticed a trace of something bad.

"It will hurt a little bit." Qin Yuelou smiled, which reassured Bai Chan.

Just as Bai Chan was about to ask, Qin Yuelou's fingers suddenly tightened. Several limbs leaking out from between the fingers were twitching crazily and struggling violently. The slight hard touch coming from the fingers was just due to

The outer shell of the white cicada, but more importantly the softness of the abdomen and the suppressed swaying of the cicada wings.

In the dream, the false white cicada's vitality is suddenly passing away.

Thick red liquid, like plasma, overflowed from between the fingers and palms. The five fingers were opened, and what appeared was a white cicada body covered in blood.

The cicada's wings were embarrassingly broken and bent several times. The pinched and deformed white cicada's body could not tell whether it was the carapace or the cicada's flesh and blood. The abdomen and legs stopped twitching, and several limbs fell off.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the blink of an eye, the cicada corpse fell from Qin Yuelou's palm to the roots of the dream tree.

It fell on the exposed roots, bounced off with a snap, and finally fell to the ground.

There was no more sound.

The cicadas all around also stopped chirping, and then fell from the tree trunks one after another, as if they had lost their vitality.

The cicada corpses fell like raindrops, and each cicada corpse seemed to pull down a little curtain, tearing the originally complete dream apart, tearing it apart, and falling into pieces.

This is the collapse of dreams and the fall of dreams.

When most of the dreamland of the white cicada girl fell, another dreamland was revealed.

This is a vast land, but there is no life.

In the center of the land, there is a candy house that makes every child’s eyes light up when they see it. Qin Yuelou sat outside the candy house,

Before the dream world collapsed, Qin Yue Tower waved, and then the dreamland of white cicadas was reduced to golden cicadas one by one, and was placed in a simple sea bowl.

The golden cicada is not a golden cicada. It also has a more widely known name, which is the cicada. It is a cicada that has not developed into an adult state.

Each golden cicada seems to have been fried in boiling oil, exuding the aroma of oil, and there is also a shiny reflection on the golden cicada's body.

After sprinkling a little salt to enhance the flavor and some other powders, Qin Yuelou picked up a fried golden cicada and put it in his mouth.

The flesh and blood tissue has long lost moisture, and the hard carapace has become brittle. When chewing, there is no fragrance left on the lips and teeth, but the powder is evenly stained on the outer shell of the fried golden cicada.

One has red stew flavor, one has barbecue flavor, one has cucumber flavor, and one has lime flavor.

After each mouthful, suck the remaining powder from your fingertips.

Not long after, the bowl of fried food was finished by Qin Yuelou.

The Great Dream Master's ability was modified by the cook Qin Yuelou to become his own dream world. In theory, this dream realm is unchanged. In other words, Qin Yuelou can enter at will, but in contrast, Qin Yuelou can enter it at will.

Yuelou himself will no longer have those weird dreams.

Therefore, he fills and expands his own big dream world by making other people's dreams into food and supplements.

This process is called dream eating.

But if you eat dreams, you need to eliminate the dreamer, otherwise it will put the dreamer into a long sleep.

As Qin Yuelou's eating dream came to an end, a little chirping of cicadas came from the woods.

Then, in the slum, Qin Yuelou opened his eyes.

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Then, in Shengjing City, a certain lady opened her eyes.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely. The pain left in the dream from being pinched by five fingers was still very clear. However, when she went deep into her memory, she felt that it was like a dream with flying flowers, without roots and traces.

But that seemingly handsome face still lingered in his mind, and Yuchi Hui could not help but feel fearful of that handsome face.

But despite the fear, Yu Chihui still had a deep yearning for that handsome face.

"Is this a person from the immortal way? Or is it an evil way? Although the method of waking me up is terrible, but... he did wake me up from the cicada dream." Yuchi Hui wiped cold sweat and thought in his mind.

"Um, miss, what's wrong?" The personal maid lying next to her asked Yuchi Hui in a daze, using a thin quilt to cover her eyes.

"It's okay, you can continue to sleep." Yuchi Hui patted the fifteen-year-old maid's forehead, and then gently stroked her forehead with loving eyes.

"But you know that I am good at sharpening mirrors, but you don't criticize me with cold words or point fingers... What a strange person. I have to look for him tomorrow." Yu Chihui made a secret decision in his heart.
To be continued...