Chapter 2651

The story told by angel is completely a re creation after the known results are pushed back to find a relatively reasonable logical chain. If you really want to pick out defects, there must be some, because people's thinking is multilinear, and it is relatively difficult to find order in time.

However, if we do not consider these deep-seated problems, angel's inference can be established simply from the outside and inside.

Moreover, the final effect is better than Angel thought.

Cecia not only believed in angel, but also made up some of her own brain, telling the secret of Margaret and the wise man... And cecia's brain repair is likely to be true.

In fact, this also supports angel's guess that the wise master must know about Margaret and Augustine. Even, it helped them meet in the dark.

Even dodo's inspiration - "wise men are not stupid" also points to the wise man.

Therefore, it is basically certain that the wise man must know the existence of the wall and that it is a secret place left by Augustine. But it's a little hard to say whether the wise man has gone in.

Angel was inclined to the wise and never went in, because the refining of the key may not be difficult for the wise, but the alchemical omen is not very good.

However, even if the wise man really went in, angel didn't care. He seems to be exploring the wall of the world, but in fact, his real goal is the wall of the nightmare world.

But now the problem goes back to the origin. Even if it knows that the wise man is the key, it knows a lot of secrets, but how to make him speak is still an unsolved problem.

After a moment of fruitless thinking, angel looked at sisia again.

Although cecia always said not to flaunt her name, just now cecia also made it clear that the identity of a wise man was equal to that of her at that time. That is to say, sisia was definitely not a little person at that time. Its special status, even the dominant level, should be treated with care, otherwise sisia would not have been able to get in touch with Margaret so easily.

The wise man has been helping sisia pay attention to the movements of external worshippers for so many years. From this point, it can be seen that he has never been slow to sisia.

Therefore, if you really want the wise to speak, you need not only to find the wood spirit, but also sisia to become the help.

Thinking of this, angel said, "miss cecia, do you want to know the final outcome of your two best friends?"

Cecia subconsciously replied, "of course I want to know."

Her only two close human friends are naturally very concerned.

"Why do you ask me this question? Do you still know?"

"Of course I don't know." Angel: "however, since miss cecia wants to know their final outcome, she is actually on the same path with us. Because now the only one who knows all the truth is the wise man."

Cecia frowned: "so? Do you still want me to ask the wise master for you? Or, in my name, let the wise master speak?"

Cecia shook her head. "Even if I promised, the wise man couldn't tell you."

"Do you think I haven't asked the wise man about them all these years? Every time the wise man comes, I ask, but it never gives me any answer. Therefore, it's no use asking me."

Angel: "it's reasonable to say that your two best friends are not so special although their identities are very special. But the wise master doesn't answer your questions about them at all. Isn't there a clue?"

After Angel finished, the air suddenly sank into a coagulation.

After a long time, sisia spoke softly.

"Why don't I understand what you say?" Sisia sat on the throne with her eyes hidden in the shadow of her hair. The mood revealed between light and shadow was full of helplessness.

"But what can I do? My consciousness can't even leave this platform. All my news to the outside world can only be transmitted by the wise man... Ten thousand years, long and lonely days, the only thing I can do is to think in a good direction."

Cecia curled up her feet and buried her head in her knees, her voice low and depressed.

Angel can probably guess the unspeakable words hidden in sisia's words.

In the past, sisia and the wise master may sit and sit together, but after the box, sisia's status not only plummeted, but also she could do nothing and knew nothing about the outside world.

Only the wise master can help her get information from the outside world.

Therefore, even if sisia knew that the wise master must know the whereabouts of Margaret and Augustine, she couldn't answer strongly. The end of tearing your face is likely to disappear even the last channel to connect with the outside world.

Therefore, sisia can do only one thing: pray silently in the dark and hope that things will develop in a good direction.

Feeling the gloomy mood from sisia, angel suddenly understood sisia. Ten thousand years is only a number for angel, but it is a real experience for Western Asia.

She once said that Margaret was a caged bird, but now she is not a caged bird? Moreover, she may be in a worse situation than Margaret. This box is both her body and a cage, which has trapped her for thousands of years.

Angell often used to make complaints about West Asia's intelligence quotient. Actually, now, for thousands of years, West Asia can still maintain a normal person's thinking. It's quite difficult.

Think of this, angel's voice also unconsciously softened: "you can't do it, just because you're limited to the moving range, there's no way to solve this for the time being. But now we're here, we can do it for you."

Cecia looked up at angel and smiled: "what can you do? You may not even find the wood spirit. How can you let the wise master speak?"

Angel said solemnly, "I can't guarantee others, but I can definitely do it."

"Just you? Why?"

Angel replied solemnly, "of course it's because I'm a genius."

Cecia rolled her eyes and was too lazy to take this nutritious nonsense.

Angel continued, "do you think it's an accident that I can get yuanhuo and find worshippers? I can let you meet Bobota, and it's in your box. Aren't you surprised? Few people can understand the alchemy drawing of the secret key, but I understand it and refine it. Is it also a coincidence?"

"I said I could do it, I would do it."

Angel's words were not so sonorous or loud, but just plain and straightforward. But sisia somehow felt angel's deep confidence.

This self-confidence is neither absurd nor groundless. It is more like an alternative power, derived from the power in angel's heart.

This is an indescribable feeling, but it has a strange touch on Western Asia.

A young man under the age of 20 is burning with bright self-confidence like the scorching sun.

The "youth spirit" that has not been seen for a long time, like a burning fire wind, swept into the perennial lonely and cold heart of Western Asia.

She was silent for a moment, turned her head and said, "who do you think you are?"

"I don't think who I am, but why can't I do it?" Angel asked, his eyes still as bright as ever.

Sisia was silent for a longer time. After a long time, she said, "what are you going to do?"

Although cecia didn't say anything, angel understood that she was barely "conspiracy".

"I hope Miss cecia can tell me in detail about everything dominated by wise men."

Cecia: "yes, but what I say can only be based on the unrestricted content of the oath."

Angel: I understand that

Cecia: and then? What are you going to do after telling you about it

Angel touched his chin and said in innocent words, "well... I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it then."

Cecia was speechless for a while: "..." she really met a ghost before she lit up with the so-called scorching sun. See, cold water is poured directly on the head. It's freezing.

Angel: "don't look at me with such a mourning expression. I really didn't think well. At least, I have to catch Mu Ling first and then think about the later things slowly."

Sisia snorted coldly, "I'll see how long you can find Mu Ling."

Angel was confident: "soon."

Cecia didn't take it up and continued, "are you going to listen to the wise man now?"

Angel: "this can wait until you see Bobota. But before you see Bobota, I have a question for you."

Cecia didn't care at this time. She waved, "ask."

"If I let you meet the wise master, can you find the answer from him?"

Cecia wondered, "what do you mean? Are you going to let the wise master come to me?"

Angel smiled with deep meaning: "this question will be understood when you go to see Bobota."

"Do you still have miss cecia? If so, it's time to see Bobota. He's probably been waiting for a long time. Although it's normal to wait for your ancestor as a younger generation, do you want to leave a bad impression on Bobota for the first time after ten thousand years?"

Sisia was still a little timid and hesitant, but after listening to angel's words, she couldn't help glancing at him: "ancestor is a witch eye ghost! I'm not much older than you according to my age before melting the box!"

"When I was an ordinary person, I was no smaller than when I became a formal wizard now. Let me think about it, I was just a little..."

"Shut up!"

Angel: it's hard for me to shut up according to your logic

Cecia clenched her teeth and clenched her fist. The deformed voice floated out of her teeth: "I don't want to argue with you now. Tell me, how should I see Bobota? Where is he now?"

The sunshine of angel's smile is bright:

"In a dream."

……

When sisia stepped on the dream bridge, her ears seemed to echo angel's words: Bobota, he is in a dream~

Sisia repressed her mood and looked at the long lost dream bridge with a frown: "this is indeed a dream bridge, but it seems a little different from the past. Do you really meet in a dream? Angel or the wizard of dreams?"

If it's really a dream, it's not a good thing.

Dream wizards were not famous ten thousand years ago, but they are famous for creating all kinds of traps to trap others in their dreams.

Many of them are stories of witches who seduce the enemy by creating their intimate lovers in their dreams.

Sisia doesn't want to see the so-called "Bobota", a false person created by angel in his dream.

Cecia wanted to quit dream bridge now, but after thinking again and again, she finally held back.

Since the melting of the box, the soul can no longer perceive. Since then, cecia has never dreamed, or even slept. The so-called dormancy in her mouth is just to close her eyes and empty her mind and imagine herself in a world of nothingness to kill time... Although she opens her eyes, it is actually nothingness.

Therefore, when she fell into a dream again and saw the dream bridge that had been violated for a long time, sisia hesitated.

"Even if it's a dream, let me see what you can do..."

Sisia thought of this, no longer hesitated, walked forward step by step until her figure disappeared into the dream door with faint light

……

Sisia had been in the wilderness of dreams for ten minutes.

In other words, I stayed in a very simple cramped room in the wilderness of dreams for ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, she just repeatedly touched her body, as well as the touch of various materials such as walls, tables and floors.

This real touch has never been felt by sisia since the box was melted.

"Am I dreaming?" Sisia's palms were one and rubbed each other. The soft touch seemed to go back ten thousand years ago.

"Yes, I am dreaming! This is the dream created by angel!" Cecia reacted quickly.

But later, the doubt in sisia's heart was even worse: can the dream wizard ten thousand years later have made the dream to this extent? This degree can no longer be described as "realistic". Instead, it is like that it is true.

What the hell happened?

After ten minutes, cecia finally moved. She was going to ask angel.

Since angel is the wizard of dreams, he must be here. Maybe he's still looking at himself in the dark.

Thinking of this, cecia pushed open the door of the narrow room.

Outside the room is a corridor.

The corridor is very bright. Instead of candle lighting, the sunlight outside the window shines in, bringing natural and comfortable brightness.

Sisia walked to the window step by step. When the sun shone on her, she suddenly met her unexpectedly in opposition to the warmth of many years.

Looking at the garden outside the window and the shadow of buildings bathed in sunshine in the distance... Even if cecia knew that these were "fake", she just felt that she wanted to cry inexplicably.

Crying is also a long lost feeling. My nose is sour and my eyes are wet... The original feeling of crying will be so obvious. When she was alive, she had never experienced this emotion in detail.

Cecia stood in front of the window for a long time. She wanted to jump out of the window and embrace the long lost blue sky outside.

But she held back.

"Angel must be looking at himself. He can't do it. He can't do it. He will be laughed at. He will be laughed at. He must be calm, calm down." Cecia kept repeating this sentence in her heart.

Finally, under the influence of self-esteem, cecia restrained her desire - the impulse to jump out of the window, but left the window and walked deep into the corridor.

She could even see the brown wooden door opened at the end of the road and the red drapery at the edge of the door frame.

With curtains? Should it be the hall?

So, angel should be there?

With these doubts, sisia went on. Soon she came to the gate at the end of the corridor.

However, when sisia passed through the gate, she didn't see angel, but a familiar figure.