Chapter 1052: Chapter 108: Is Your Mind Filled with Nothing but Lewd Thoughts?_2
Until a pair of fair arms pulled him into the embrace, offering a gentle hug.
“You’re back?”
The lodious voice arrived, with silver long hair, purple eyes, and that distinctive aura of the battlefield goddess, making Luo En montarily dazed.
Sister Ya…
Luo En murmured softly, watching the female War God automatically disarming and disrobing in front of him, his gaze slowly becoming sowhat dazed.
He hadn’t returned to his forr holand, his once ho, for a long ti.
However, as the Goddess of Wisdom proactively lay on the verdant grass and shyly closed her eyes, a strange sense of discord lingered in Luo En’s heart.
Didn’t she like being on top?
In an instant, Luo En’s spirit tightened, his initially dazed thoughts suddenly beca clear.
No, wrong! It’s a dream!
An illogical dream!
Though dreams are chaotic and disordered, since they reflect from reality, they must follow unique patterns.
In impression, the Goddess of Wisdom on War God Mountain was never soone with a gentle, water-like, passive personality.
Luo En outwardly responded without any noticeable changes, but internally he beca alert, quietly scattering his Divine Will in silk-like threads towards the surroundings.
Monts later, he indeed searched within his own ntal ocean for a silhouette quietly spying on him from the shadows.
Vivian?
Luo En’s heart stirred, recalling this good student’s self-declaration.
——A mixed blood with Dream Demon lineage.
In Celtic folklore, Dream Demons are unique elves, also known as Night Demons.
Legend states, they are extrely adept at manipulating dreams, using illusion techniques, appearing in n’s dreams while they sleep, seducing human desires, thereby drawing nourishnt from n’s spirits and thoughts through the joy of human souls.
And in later generations’ film and television works, they have another common na—Enchanting Demon!
Actually using the thod of conjuring spring dreams to weaken my vigilance, intending to breach my psychological defenses.
Despicable!
Luo En cursed secretly, thinking of the mischievous disciple secretly enjoying the show within his spiritual world, his heart imdiately stirred with overwhelming malice.
Want to play, huh?
I’ll play with you to your heart’s content!
Suddenly, Vivian in the darkness discovered, the once chaotic ntal ocean, transford into a solid ntal imagery world.
Her silhouette also consequently lost its cover, exposed in a patch of wilderness.
Looking at the figure holding a lantern by the river, purple hair cascading down, face concealed by a veil, Vivian couldn’t help feeling puzzled.
Who is this?
“Master, so you were here!”
Amidst the surprising cry, her newly acquainted ntor rlin ca rushing.
Master?
Vivian touched her own face, excitent flashing in her eyes.
So, the psychological defense is breached?
So soon? Turns out it’s strong outside but weak inside.
Then, what’s filling your mind, let see!
Vivian discreetly integrated into the role, embraced her disciple, preparing to interact and perceive through spiritual resonance the stories belonging to this ntal imagery world, belonging to the two.
However, once her right hand touched the soul consciousness in front, Vivian seed to be struck by lightning, a scorching fla swept across her body, almost dispersing her rationality.
This is…
Vivian showed a horrified expression, involuntarily wanting to turn around and flee.
But her shoulder sunk, and she was directly knocked to the ground.
“Relax, no one will disturb us.”
A light-hearted voice carried a hint of teasing, a certain disciple skillfully stripped off her master’s exterior armor and began to physically embody the daily role of the jockey defying the master.
Suddenly, the storyline and images previously perceived through touch translated into various forms onto another actor.
The soul-stirring stimuli had Vivian drooling on the ground, missing the tears.
Are the relationships within the sect always this stimulating?
Forget it, endure it.
Endure past this scene, and it will be better.
Vivian consoled herself, striving to maintain rationality within the drama.
After an unknown amount of friendly exchanges between ntor and disciple, the story eventually culminated with a certain master letting out a high-pitched cry, rolling her eyes, and fainting away.
Once Vivian recovered from the ntal blank state, she suddenly found, the scene before her had changed.
She wore an elegant white long gown, holding a book, situated within a massive library.
At that mont, the role she embodied was called Muse, seemingly a goddess managing books and spreading knowledge.
Around her, there were eight sisters just like her, born from her own soul, collectively participating in the drama.
Looking at the ancient bookshelves before her, the nine Vivians licked their lips excitedly.
Chosen the right place this ti, let see what’s in the books.
Just as Vivian wished to reach out and take a book, her body uncontrollably moved towards behind the bookshelf.
There, the owner of this dream laid down the book in hand, skillfully stripped off the toga robe, and fought with the nine Muses.
Instantly, nine different sensations swept into Vivian’s brain, making the Lake Fairy’s brain seem to have turned into a muddled slurry.
With nine high-pitched lants, the nine female actors transford into starry purple lights, retreating from the scene before.
After an unknown period, Vivian finally gathered a shred of rationality, struggling to rise and examine her surroundings.
What t her eyes was a bronze chariot speeding along.
And she lay reclining in the chariot covered with animal skins, her scattered golden hair flowing over her shoulders, her lily-white arms pressing downwards on the “Fierce Horse,” bizarrely scripted lines involuntarily ca from her mouth:
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