Chapter 3319

You think the sleeping devil is sad for those faceless people?

No, he's usually like this. The sleeping devil has seen too many people's dreams and seen all kinds of darkness. He is like a poet or painter who represents "stories", and these artists basically follow this "tangled model".

It seems that he stares at the slide with compassionate eyes. In fact, his eyes have penetrated everything in front of him and reached the void.

He is standing there sleeping and dreaming, and the world is his dream. It always contains countless sad stories, which makes people sad.

If you ask him why he doesn't pay attention to those happy dreams? Of course, it is because tragedy always affects people's hearts more.

If death is always an optimist with a sunny smile, the sleeping devil is the melancholy who is always raining in his heart.

"Si Fu... He seems to be looking at those faceless people." Bobo took a cigarette, slowly spit it out, and the orangutan's head shook slowly from side to side: "they all say that the sleeping devil is the most human like existence in the endless family. Sure enough, does he have to sympathize with even the monster falling into hell?"

Diana and Donna nodded in agreement.

Su Ming was too lazy to speak and correct their wrong understanding. He just took several people to the sleeping devil, stretched out his hand in the suspicious eyes of the other housekeeper and shook in front of Daniel's eyes.

However, the sleeping devil still opened his eyes and looked up slightly at the front, as if he didn't see anything.

At this time, the crowd who approached him heard a faint voice from the man in black and pale in front of him.

Sleeping Devil: "zzz... Zzz..."

The face of the orangutan immediately wrinkled up. It was so embarrassing that his toes could not wait to start civil engineering. It was clearly a concept of the universe. Why did he sleep? And why do you sleep standing with your eyes open? How much do you sleep?

But on second thought, he is a sleeping devil and the master of dreams. If he doesn't sleep, which concept is embodied to sleep?

So Bobo couldn't spit out the groove of his mouth, and finally he could only turn into a sigh.

"Ah, it's very different from the endless family image I imagined." Donna looked at the sharp eared housekeeper standing behind the sleeping devil silently and pointed to the man in black. "Has he always been like this?"

"What my great master does is incomprehensible to us mortals. When we look at the characters in the story from a secular perspective, everyone will have different views. As the saying goes, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. We see the master sleeping, but maybe in the eyes of others, he is very sober."

Gods are actually a relative concept. In front of endless families, many of them are gods for human beings, and they are just mortals.

But the housekeeper bowed slightly, which was a salute to the death knell. After all, he was kind to the dream country and a common friend of the sleeping devil and death.

"Is this quantum physics?" Bobo jumped down from the death knell and looked up at the smiling sun father-in-law in the sky: "if we can't see Daniel's thought, is he asleep? In fact, he is in an unstable state?"

"Oh." Su Ming smiled, nodded to the housekeeper and touched little Fuchsia's head: "don't think so complicated. This is Daniel, not Dr. Manhattan. There's no need to talk about quantum mechanics. This is just sleeping. Look."

With that, the knell took out a phoenix feather from her pocket. It's a specialty of Hermione's hometown, but it's of no use to Su Ming. It's used as a chicken feather duster to sweep ash at home.

A little dirty feather was stuck under the sleeping devil's nostril. Su Ming quickly shook his wrist, and the fiery red soft fur went into Daniel's nose.

"Sneeze!"

So the sleeping devil woke up, and the whole dream country seemed to vibrate slightly. The rabbits trimming flowers and plants by the slide in front of the castle pricked their ears and cast their eyes here.

The eyes of the skinny man had a focal length, as if many stars were lit in the pupil, and it was a sea of stars. The black robe was as deep as the night, as if a terrible dream was coming.

But his first move was to quickly rub his nose and shed a tear:

"Oh, it's the death knell."

The pale man said this and turned to face the guests of the dream country, but the two eyebrows in the shape of "8:20" were still tangled and messy black hair like a chicken nest, as if he had just got up.

"It's me. I don't want to say much else. I want to use your library to find a story that has happened or hasn't happened yet." the death knell is not polite. After all, the second generation of sleeping devil is the most special in the infinite family. He is the successor and was originally a personal class.

A generation of sleeping demons is always high above, indifferent to the fate of mankind. He cares only about stories.

So he died. There's no reason. The story needs him to die.

Daniel, the successor, is close to human beings as a second-generation sleeping devil. Sometimes he sneaks back to the earth 0 shopping and goes back to his hometown to see his mother.

The embodiment of such a concept is not too threatening most of the time. You just need to talk straight to him, because if you are not careful, he may stand and open his eyes to sleep.

"Yes, please come in."

As soon as Daniel raised his hand, a silver vortex shaped portal appeared around them. Opposite the portal was the magnificent library he had seen several times, which was cluttered with scrolls and drafts.

Even if he went in from the main gate of the castle and walked about 200 meters to the library, he still had to use transmission, which was so capricious.

Returning here again inevitably reminds Su Ming of what happened when he came here to deal with babatos. For DC Universe, it was only half a year ago, but if you add the time spent in Marvel, it was more than 80 years ago.

At the beginning, the traces of the fire here still remain, and many books are only charred fragments. Many unwritten poems here have been destroyed. At the beginning, it seems to suggest that the end is coming and the world has no future.

But that's a thing of the past. Although there are not many new scrolls or books here, at least the collapse of the sky has stopped. It seems that everyone has pulled the multiverse 1 back from the edge of destruction.

"It hasn't changed much here. What have you been doing in the past few weeks since you came back?" Su Ming found a table and sat down. There were many unwritten stories on the table. He touched a few bottles of soda and came out to share with everyone, and then asked the sleeping devil who began to daze.

"Hmm? Oh, I didn't do anything special, that is, live..."

Daniel shivered and refocused his eyes on several people. He rubbed his eyes and picked up his bottle of soda:

"Where did we just say?"

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