Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 893

Luther dreamed of evergreen.

Evergreen teased him that he had not changed at all. He still lacked a sense of security as before. He was like a kid who had never had good things. He was afraid that his current things would be taken away.

The empty dream world is constructed, and the surrounding scenery changes little by little.

Everything seemed to go back to the night when evergreen took the poison. There were people coming and going in the snack street around. There were two bottles of open wine on the table.

Evergreen sat there, but there was no deadly poison in his hand.

He looked at Luther with a calm expression and a smile, like a kind brother next door.

"You can see me to prove that you find something wrong. You're afraid."

His uneasiness became evergreen in his dream. This feeling made Luther cry and laugh.

"Wake up, the stability you pursue is impossible to achieve. People will change and the world will change. Don't you understand this truth when you are pushed to the present?"

"What if I just want to try?"

"Then you need to be strong enough. At least you need to show that strength to everyone instead of hiding on the habitat island."

Luther smiled and drank the wine. He knew it was a dream, but he still wanted to try it.

"I don't want to make any of them sad. I feel ill. I think all the beauty on the island can be preserved all the time."

"You've seen basil. You should know that people change faster than the world, so sooner or later they will know these things and naturally they will be sad."

"The message has not been determined."

"Are you lying to yourself?" evergreen laughed.

"How long do you want to keep it from helona, forever?"

"The news hasn't been confirmed yet," Luther repeated.

Evergreen wantonly laughed at Luther's self deception.

"But... Since I realized I was in a dream, I've been thinking why my uneasiness would be like you."

Luther stood up and held the bottle in his backhand.

"I'm clearly talking to myself, but I feel very uncomfortable looking at your face."

"Now I understand. In fact, I already have the answer."

"Your appearance is to remind me that I should be as determined as I was when dealing with you. In order to protect what I want, even I can risk it."

"So it's easy to wake up."

Luther held up the wine bottle and turned the ridicule on Evergreen's face into fear in the simplest and rough way.

Before evergreen could even shout, Luther smashed the wine bottle on his forehead.

After several smashes, Luther shouted for joy.

"It was not fun to let you die by taking poison. Now I'm comfortable!"

With evergreen bleeding from these bottles, the separation of dakrai and kreseria in their dreams began to twist, and their huge repulsion made them ecstatic.

Luther woke up after he fell ill, but he didn't want to wake up. They didn't know why Luther resisted waking up. The dream was obviously monotonous and didn't let him miss it at all.

The flashing broadcast is nothing more than the scene of the lily of the Valley Conference and the scene of just coming to Qidao to start construction.

After playing back and forth for three days, dakrai and kreseria continue to guide the construction of better dreams, but they will be completely destroyed by evergreen at the last minute.

Luther is the master of the dream. Evergreen is also the projection of his consciousness. They dare not interfere casually. They can only guide and watch silently.

Several times, kreseria withdrew from her dream and saw the sackcloth lying in front of Luther's hospital bed. She couldn't help but want to forcibly wake Luther up.

However, dakley gave her a skill directly. If she didn't worry that it was in Luther's dream, kreseria would fight back

She promised not to fight back. She wasn't afraid of dakley.

Dakley thought deeper.

He saw the essence of evergreen and knew that Luther's coma for so long was not only the cause of his illness, but also the element of excessive anxiety.

Everything can only be solved by Luther himself.

Ma Yi also had a dream. She dreamed of the first time she and Luther met in the black gold market.

This is her favorite thing to remember. It is the beginning of all good memories.

Whether it's the subsequent trip, the lily of the Valley Conference, or everything on Qidao now, it all originated from a chat up in that restaurant.

She tried to figure out why she liked Luther.

Maybe it was the first time that he escaped from home was recognized?

Or maybe he had too little knowledge at that time and was easily attracted by Luther's words.

When in the end will I feel that I can't live without him?

Hemp clothes can't think of a source, and they won't think of it over time.

It's bullshit to like someone. It's too difficult to find a root cause for liking.

Probably only Luther could say with a smile that he liked her appearance and her long legs, and frankly bought her clothes that could show her figure.

She only knew that later she liked Luther because her two hearts were close on the road, the two people got along perfectly and complemented each other, and Luther would protect herself from harm all the time.

Luther came back in the wind and snow for herself, which she had figured out.

It was just an unimportant birthday. There was no need to rush and make his body like this, but he just did it.

Luther, who woke up, just wanted to cover his head with some pain. When he saw the sackcloth lying on his body, he froze.

In the quiet ward, Luther seemed to hear the heartbeat of himself and sackcloth.

Mila, who crept in by pushing the door, almost shouted when she saw Luther, who was sitting up against the head of the bed, stroking her hair in sackcloth.

She quickly reached out and covered the mouth of the wild goose behind her.

Sure enough, the fire goose wanted to cry the first time he saw Luther wake up.

"How long did I sleep?" Luther communicated with Myra in spoken English.

"Three days."

"No wonder I'm so hungry. Help me get something light."

Without saying a word, the fire goose slipped out of the ward and was busy trying to get rid of Luther.

Luther looked at the sleeping linen, smiled and asked, "hasn't she slept for a long time?"

"I've been watching over you for two days. Ah Kui wants to change shifts, but she won't let me."

Luther's breathing was a little short and his nose was sour.

"Give me a call."

"To whom?"

"Galer, Kojiro."

Myra's eyes widened as she tried to identify spoken language and confirm Luther's message.

"Keep this secret for me. Until it is fully confirmed, I hope the whole island will not know."

"Remember, let them make every effort to confirm whether that Meiyu is the one I know, which is very important to me."