Chapter 287

Strange ceiling.

Lorraine Hill opened his eyes and looked at the gauze curtain hanging from the top. The soft quilt and mattress were warm. The lavender fragrance came from the square pillow. The moonlight came in through the transparent window, and the walls were cold. The sandalwood tables and chairs were placed in the room. There were some exquisite oil paintings on the walls. A copper censer is placed not far from the bed, emitting wisps of heat and a faint soothing fragrance. Only the hollowed out copper pattern reveals a little light. It seems that this is an alchemy.

Where am I now? Feeling a little strange, Lorraine hill held up her hands, sat up, turned her head and looked around, remembering the memory before she fell asleep.

At that time, I should have been at the winter festival party. I don't know why, when I saw those flying villains, I felt a strong nausea and nausea, and then my consciousness gradually became dizzy and fuzzy.

I was sitting next to flossia. Did she send me back?

After shaking her head and waking up a little bit, Lorraine Hill probably guessed the follow-up process, that is to say, this is the place where she lives. No wonder it's so luxurious.

She slowly got out of bed and looked at the world outside the window. The branches and trees covered with a little snow were full of sight. It seemed that she was in the forest. The place with the most trees in ermenas was Chengzhai college.

Pulling the plug and gently pushing the window open, Loran Hill's eyes flashed a trace of green, and the breeze was blowing through her fingers, which surrounded the forest. She closed her eyes and felt the surrounding situation.

The forest in the moonlight is cold and quiet. The small building made of white stone bricks is hidden in the middle of the mountain. Through the tall trees blocking the view, you can see the lake in the distance. Yesterday's huge stone pillars have long disappeared, and the lake is as quiet as a mirror. A large castle stands by the lake. Its shape is beautiful, not bulky. Occasionally, green moss can be seen in the cracks of bricks and stones. There are a few lights in the castle, revealing a bit of warmth in the dark.

Taking back her cool fingers, Lorraine Hill closed the window and door again. Since she was picked up by Floria, she would sleep here tonight. She is not the kind of person who chooses the bed, and she doesn't want to disturb people so late. She says that if she wants to go back, it's better to save some trouble.

With a light purple pillow, the girl with silver hair goes to sleep slowly, with a soft and dreamy face.

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The next morning.

Lorraine hill, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up very early today, but she didn't get up immediately because it was cold outside the quilt.

The girl lying in bed is thinking about what happened last night. During this period of time, she has learned something about the so-called "chaotic phantom".

Mana is a kind of special material or energy, which can only be mobilized and condensed by the existence of soul or consciousness. This is also why there is mana in the world of Ivar, but there is no phenomenon of goods becoming essence. Even though plants are weak in consciousness, they still have some, which is why a small number of extraordinary plants are born. Otherwise, like stones, no matter how long they soak in mana, they will not become extraordinary.

From this, we can infer that although it seems that "chaos mirage" has no wisdom, it should also be a living existence and has its own consciousness. The ancients also burned some creatures that were eroded by the chaotic phantom, and their dust still had the ability of erosion and infection. If we say that "chaos mirage" is a whole, it should have died long after it was broken into such a small particle.

But as a kind of existence that can disturb and mobilize mana, it is obviously conscious, that is, living. Since they are alive, they are still immortal after being divided into innumerable small pieces, that is to say, they are innumerable small individuals (particles) from the beginning. So attached to a large individual, it makes the latter appear chaotic and distorted.

At the beginning, there were not many "chaotic phantoms", but gradually proliferated and spread after constant erosion and infection.

If you think about this process carefully, you will gradually turn big and rational souls into small and chaotic individuals like yourself, just like a virus.

Most of the existing "chaotic mirages" were transformed from that year, that is to say.

These "chaotic phantoms" are actually the remains of the human soul.

Or, to be precise, it's the soul remnant of the past.

So, where did the first "chaotic mirage" come from?

They come through the whirlpool, across the boundaries of space and time《 Inscriptions excavated from the remains of the ancient giant Wang Ting

The Dragon falls from the starry sky to the earth, whines and dies. Its wings are rotten and broken. The twisted maggots climb out of the corpses and spread to the world《 Ancient inscriptions of the east continent

"Chaos mirage" has no wisdom, or much sense. They basically do not use stratagem, nor do they have complex thinking, so in the calamities of a thousand years ago, they can put out the tide sweeping the world.

They instinctively pursue the pure soul, or the power of the world, eager to devour it. But after swallowing up the "chaotic phantom", it seems that it will become smarter and more rational《 The fifth large scale investigation on chaos disaster

I dare to guess that these initial "chaotic phantoms" may be created or produced by a very deep race that once walked in the transcendental field《 The great sage Bernard jiunanna summed up in the postwar Conference

Thinking and sorting out the memories and thoughts in my mind, the door of the room opened.

Golden spiral hair on the white elegant skirt, its corner has a light green decoration and patterns, with its step into, a burst of fresh fragrance of flowers slowly hit, blue as the lake's eye pupil into Rochelle's field of vision.

"You wake up, Rochelle." Flossia's voice came, blinked, and lifted the girl up.

"Are you better?"

"All right." Rochelle's clear voice sounded, and she turned to look at the landsworth lady.

"Did you bring me back, flossia?"

"Yes, you suddenly fainted, which startled me. You examined it carefully with magic, but you couldn't find out the reason. Later, you slowly calmed down with the white rose of concentration." Flossia touched rosier's forehead, felt it, found the temperature was normal, and then put her hand down.

"Thank you, Floria."

Roxie is also scared. This time, the situation is too sudden. Fortunately, she is surrounded by flossia. If she doesn't know anyone, she will be in danger. It seems that the cultivation of angel sequence must speed up.

Then rosier got up to wash up, and several maids were waiting on her, followed by the breakfast prepared by the chef, which made her feel as if she had gone back to the old days of the chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, the morning sun has been slanting into the forest, through the layers of shade, to the ground buds plated with a layer of light gold, sparse morning fog brings fresh air. Lorraine Hill walked down the white stone steps and waved goodbye to flossia standing in front of the door.

"Are you free tonight, flossia?"

"Of course there are." Flossia looks at the silver haired girl in the morning light and is curious. She suddenly asks this question.

"I'll come to you that evening." When he said this, Lorraine Hill felt like he was back when he was a child, looking for a little friend to go out and play games secretly.

"Of course, it's very welcome," replied Floria with a smile.

After leaving the forest shrouded in the morning fog, Lorraine Hill's silver hair gradually turned into pure black, and green wings appeared behind him, flying towards the sky. Above the unknown altitude, the blue wind began to circle, and the wisps of breeze gathered in all directions, and then began to blow to the whole campus.

Whether it's snow covered towers in the north, turbulent rivers in the south, crowded towns in the west, vibrant lakeside forests in the East, or noisy school buildings in the center.

Thousands of meters above the sky, countless information began to converge and feedback in the consciousness, such as streamer reflected in the green eyes.