Boundary Convention

That day, the sky was cloudy suddenly.

When the people of New Milan were still obsessed with chaos, destruction, and venting their long-suppressed freedom, the trial came unexpectedly.

First of all, on the other side of the sea, a wave from the Gulf of Liguria and the Adriatic Sea swept towards New Milan from afar, but receded on the shore and hit the ten-meter-high breakwater of New Milan. There was a hollow cry, and then disappeared without a trace.

The public ignored the warning, and no one looked out to sea.

And by the time Dyson's Cove and rock plate came to New Milan Shoal, it was too late, and they noticed with horror that the sun was shaded, or that they had lost it. At noon, the burning flames of New Milan also became brighter, and the blood shed by the people also seemed dazzling.

And next, the people of this city are about to be judged for what they did.

This is Judgment Day.

"And I saw the dead, both old and young, standing before the throne. The books were opened, and another book was opened, which was the book of life, and the dead were judged according to what was written in these books."

This is a tavern that reopened today. Ingleff was sitting at the bar, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and muttering something in his mouth.

The wilderness glanced at him, but didn't speak. At this moment, there was only incomparable hatred for chaos in his heart, and his position began to tilt. He understood that chaos should be ended, but it must not be ended in this way.

"So the sea handed over the dead in it, and death and the underworld also handed over the dead in it, and they will all be judged as they should be..."

"Stop talking about it, I don't want to hear it"

"Does that sound like poetry to you?"

Ingleff smiled at the moor.

"Poetry should be beautiful, not judged"

"Then you are a little narrow-minded. Any carrier and story may be a comedy or a tragedy, it may be beautiful, or it may be inhuman."

"That's why reality is so chaotic."

"Hmm... maybe you're right."

Ingleff shrugged, poured the transparent liquid in the cup into his throat in one breath, then let out a long sigh of relief against his cheeks, and continued.

"This is how Revelation describes Judgment Day."

"Judge who?"

"Don't you think that the current scene seems to be trying to judge everyone, or that this is their judgment."

Ingleff said, turning his eyes to look at the other people in the tavern.

Most of these people didn't sit at the bar and drink like they did. Most of them are kneeling in front of the TV with their hands clasped together. A very small number of people sitting like them also bowed their heads in silence, as if they were confessing something, maybe they were repenting for what they did a few days ago. Or... simply begging for a good bed.

Dyson Bay had only approached New Milan for a day, and those lawless thugs immediately restrained themselves. When Lanna's crazy behavior was being spread rapidly by various media, all the people really felt the fear, and they realized that the so-called war was just an action or an order of a big man.

The other party didn't even say anything, and they started worshiping each other as gods. Maybe it's because in this bad age, there are so many gods, so they are used to blind obedience.

"Heh, it's only been a day..."

Ingleff shook his head.

I don't know what Zwingli will think when he sees the situation like this. He obviously tried to reverse the chaos here 24 hours a day, but the man on Dyson Bay did it without even touching New Milan. Things he can't do.

Wasteland and Ingolf came here not only because they wanted to relax, but also because of safety considerations. Because they don't know who is controlling Dyson Bay now, and what purpose the controller came here for. So they can no longer use crowded places as bases as before, but set the location in a more hidden place. It is best to have narrow passages, complex terrain, and a place suitable for escape, such as the tavern they are in.

It's just that judging from the current situation... this tavern may not be safe anymore. No, it would be better to say that there is no safe place in New Milan anymore.

These thugs who put down their weapons are so blindly obedient. If someone really wants to find Wasteland and Ingolf, they will be willing to disclose and provide information, or even help.

"It's not safe here anymore."

"really."

"According to my experience, you should still consider hiding on Baishan Mountain at this time. There will be less traffic there, and if something happens, there will be more means of escape."

"But we haven't investigated the professor's birth report yet."

"Have you never watched a spy movie? You can complete the mission only if you are alive..."

Before Ingolf finished speaking, suddenly, the door of the tavern was opened.

Looking around, I saw a young woman in light clothes rushing in hastily. Sweating profusely, her eyes twinkling, she looked around the crowded tavern. For a moment, Huang Yuan met her eyes, and then she walked towards the bar quickly.

Arara originally thought she was going to do something, and was about to make a move. Unexpectedly, she just got under the bar, curled up under the seats of Wasteland and Ingolf, trembling.

The wasteland was about to say something, but heard Ingolf whispering to him viciously.

"Don't look down."

So he immediately raised his head that had just been lowered, and glanced at Ingolf. He saw that Ingolf was holding an empty wine glass without looking sideways. Then he put the glass in front of the bar and signaled the boss to add more wine. .

"Later, no matter what happens, don't make a sound unless I call you."

"I reject."

The boss took out a half bottle of vodka from the wine cellar, slowly poured the liquid from the bottle into the glass, but was stunned by another sound of opening the door suddenly, and almost spilled the wine on the table superior.

Looking around again, I saw a strange person standing at the door of the tavern.

He was wearing a set of armor like an exoskeleton, carrying a gun on his back, and every step he took was a standard goose step, accompanied by the sound of pattering, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground. Then he twisted his head stiffly and looked around at everything in the tavern. Before he could make a sound, the people praying on the ground stretched out their hands and pointed to the wasteland and Ingolf, as if they knew what this man was looking for something the same. Wilderness squinted subconsciously to look under the bar, and the girl began to fold her hands together to pray, but it was obviously useless.

The man with the gun was walking towards the bar step by step. The loud footsteps were blocked by the crowd and failed to produce an echo in the confined space, but they were passed along the ground.

When he walked in front of the two, Ingleff lowered his head and pointed down at him.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

This is not a human voice, but more like a synthetic sound made by a machine.

Then he bent down and dragged out the girl who was hiding under the bar. Immediately, a burst of horrified screams swept the entire tavern. The man with the gun pulled the girl's hair and dragged her out of the tavern, and as the door closed, the tavern suddenly returned to tranquility.

The praying person continued to pray, and the sitting two continued to sit.

It took a long time for Huangyuan to recover from the horrific screams.

"what is that?"

"I don't know, but it looks like I used my Viking technology... and optimized some of the defects I deliberately kept, so that it will be more stable and mechanical..." Ingolf raised the cup and put it down again, "Considering that I can use my technology and optimize my strength, then it's either the person who controls Dyson Bay or the person who controls GST...but it shouldn't be the latter."

"Why do you say that?"

"The girl he took away is a GST scientist. I've seen it before." As if thinking of the girl curled up under the table again, Ingolf asked the wasteland with interest, "Didn't you say you want Reject my offer? Why..."

"I wasn't trying to save that girl."

Wilderness replied truthfully.

The last person was also caught.

Lanna got the news from the scouts she sent out.

"Well, a little slower."

She sat on the swivel chair, a kind of uncontrollable excitement kept gushing from her heart.

On the day Dyson Bay arrived in New Milan, she immediately ordered the troops to arrest those on her list, including but not limited to, GST scientific researchers, senior management personnel, coalition government officials who cooperated with GST, and whether they were In name, he is still a member of the supervisory committee with actual duties.

Most of these people were immediately arrested and brought to justice, and a small number escaped for various reasons, or did not escape the pursuit by chance. So Lanna had to send scouts to catch those caught fish. And now, after a day's work, most of those in need have been captured -- except for one.

"As the Lord has commanded you, destroy all Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Himothites, and Jebusites, men, women, and children."

Even in this day and age, organized killing remains a controversial practice. But for Lanna now, this level of controversy is nothing more than the sound of mosquitoes flying past her ears. The convention gave her the right and confidence above morality and order.

If they wanted to occupy Canaan for a long time, they had to kill all the Canaanites.

Lanna hid in a figurine of unknown age. All her secrets were hidden in the figurine, and its owner should have come from the Phoenix galaxy. She dragged her mutilated body, moved slowly, and then found the room she wanted to reach in the tangled corridor. In this room, Lanna watched these captured people condescendingly. They were crowded in the room below like livestock and could not move, like ghosts writhing in the abyss. These people are educated people who have read books, so they know very well what is coming next, and they struggle in vain to escape their fate, but they can't even find the door.

Lanna was separated from them by a thin and special glass.

At this time, Lanna seems to be a schizophrenic demon, she hides in the dark, even God can only see the majestic and strange face of the figurine.

In order to wait for this moment, she has not drank or eaten for a long time, and even sleeping is only a short few minutes in a trance.

The people below saw her behind the glass above, and shouted at her, as if they were talking about something.

However, in order to ensure that they will not be disturbed by any unpleasant sounds while watching them evaporate, the sound insulation here is perfect, and the glass in front of them keeps out all the noise.

Lanna snapped her fingers, and suddenly a soothing melody began to play in the room, which was Bach's "St. Matthew Passion", which is one of Lanna's favorite pieces.

It's not that Lanna is completely ignorant of what the people below are yelling about. This kind of thing can be known after a little thought, not to mention that she can read lips. It's just that she is really not interested in it, and she doesn't believe that there can be any long speeches that can move her.

She looked at the talking dead people and let out a long sigh.

Unfortunately, one is missing.

Jacob...or Mo Hesheng ran away. Although at the beginning she felt that it would be difficult to catch the old fox with such an imprecise plan, she had to admit that she was actually a bit lucky. It is a pity that he cannot be destroyed here together.

She stepped forward, pressed the button on the wall without psychological pressure, then turned and left. After a flash of fire, there was nothing left in the room, and Lanna didn't look back, just feeling relieved. It was really strange, she was clearly looking forward to what was happening now, but she was unwilling to take a second look at those embers.

In any case, now she needs to do other things.

For example, give these ashes a crime, like treason or something.

The elimination of GST scientists is for future control of GST, and the elimination of members of the Supervisory Committee is to deter other local governments with a high degree of autonomy. Both make sense, and strike while the iron is hot.

Therefore, she expected to execute Mo Shixin and Mo You a week later. In this way, there would probably be no one in this world who dared to resist her, except Mo Hesheng and Gradini who knew the truth. Just in case, Lanna still needs to carry out some small-scale purges, such as scattered scientific workers and teachers. These people who are likely to do bad things are the targets that need to be cleaned up.

Thinking of this, Lanna walked out of the room. At this moment, she suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling in her chest, as if the machinery in her body had been disturbed. It was no accident that she had survived the accident, everything had been planned, but the shipwreck had left her without a part of being human, like her lungs. The water pressure of the North Sea squeezed her lungs, so like Mo Hesheng, she was a cyborg monster.

"These are your plans too?"

She stopped, not knowing what to say.

A black gel-like object appeared in the corridor, as if summoned by her words.

Lanna knew it, the messenger of the Covenant, and they often met in the early contact with the Covenant, and this group of shapeless creatures who called themselves Rake also used his strange ability to trigger the failure of the life-support machinery in her body from time to time. , as a threat.

But now, she can't think of what she has to do, after all, she is already the agent of the contract.

"Is there any dissatisfaction with my behavior in the convention?"

"No."

Lake said in a magnetic voice, and immediately let go of the interference with Lanna's mechanical lung.

"I'm just here to pass on the news, and there are some other things I want you to accommodate."

"oh?"

"Extremely good news."

Although Lake tried to maintain a calm tone, Lanna was keenly aware of the dissatisfaction in it.

"The convention is very satisfied with your actions. You have proved your loyalty. Therefore, after you have dealt with the affairs at hand, you and the people you choose will go to the place we established on the back of the moon through the transition gate before the convention arrives. Temporary refuge, after clearing the resistance forces on this planet, you can return here and be anointed by us."

"It's really gratifying, it's my honor." Lanna smiled, "Then what do you want me to accommodate?"

"You haven't forgotten your daughter, have you?"

"What's the meaning?"

"The convention is not intended to protect your daughter."

"This is simply ridiculous. The treaty promises to protect all our personnel and give them the status and power to rule over others in the new world."

"Mo Xiao doesn't belong to your side."

Lanna is not in a good mood right now.

To be precise, the conversation just now spoiled her mood.

Mo Xiao... Lanna actually prefers to call her by her original name——Esther. This means 'a star' and 'good luck'. This name is chosen in the hope that she will be lucky enough to be rescued by Mo Shixin as planned, and it is also a symbol of her in Lanna's heart.

Lanna has never forgotten her daughter, but now, maybe they have completely stood on the opposite side of each other. For someone like Mo Xiao, it is very difficult to change her mind. But judging from her actions, Lanna felt that she had not been educated by Mo Shixin to be a person without her own opinions. But... this may be a bad thing instead.

Lana walked to the most central room in Dyson Bay. She saw her daughter through the one-way glass. This was the first time they met, but Mo Xiao didn't know it. Looking at the facial features and demeanor of the girl in front of her, it turns out that the genetic bond cannot be deceived, but Lanna thinks it might be more appropriate not to recognize each other now.

But at this time, Lanna didn't want the gel-like object next to her to take up too much of her time, and she wanted to know the other party's purpose as soon as possible.

"What does the contract want me to do?"

"It's not the convention, it's me."

"You? An emissary?" Lanna's tone was somewhat disdainful, but it didn't anger Lake.

"Yes, while it's brutal, you're not connected to the other members of the convention, you're inferior."

"So I want to thank you for your infidelity to the convention?"

Lanna turned her head and stopped looking out the window. In fact, she didn't care whether the envoy named Lake had betrayed the agreement, because it wouldn't affect her.

"Yes, otherwise your daughter will be burned by you like those people, and you have no room to refuse." Lake's voice still did not fluctuate. He walked to the window and saw Mo in New Milan. worry.

"What is your purpose? My conviction will not be shaken by any emotion."

"You are shaken now, just because you are human."

The glass is one-way, and you can't see anything from the outside, but Lanna can be sure that her daughter is in a sea of ​​flames at this time, and she raised her head to look at herself.

Lake didn't seem to reveal anything more, he just said that it persuaded Mo Xiao to meet Lanna - using Mo Shixin as a bait. It didn't want Mo Xiao to be wiped out during the Convention's attack, and hoped that Lanna could protect Mo Xiao. There was only one way to make the Convention confirm that Mo Xiao was on her side. The hidden danger that the convention is worried about is the tragedy in Iceland that year. If Mo Xiao knew the truth through some channels, would she stand by her biological mother?

Lana didn't want to give up on Mo Xiao. In a sense, Mo Xiao was her only relationship, even though they hadn't been together for even a day.

Perhaps, brainwashing is a good choice, although there is a certain probability that she will become a fool, but... at least she can survive. As for the recognition of mother and daughter, it can be done at any time, or even never.

"I'm going to interrogate Mo Shixin, and I'll take Mo You along," Lanna whispered.

"You are indeed a devil, I'm curious, do you have no mercy for your former disciple?"

"She, like those people, is an abandoned child."

The interrogation room here is similar to the other interrogation rooms of the supervisory committee. They were all designed by the young man named Inglef, and the only concept of the design is to bring the ultimate stress and mental anxiety to the interrogated to the greatest extent. .

As for Mo Shixin, she had been in this room for two hours in advance, and now, no matter how capable she was, her mental defenses should have been weakened. Through the thin layer of frosted glass, one can clearly see the black frame on Mo Shixin's eyelids. Her eyes widened and she glared at this side. At first glance, it was creepy.

"Your mother is like a beast, her willpower is really different from ordinary people." Lanna said outside the window.

"What are you going to do to my mother?" Mo You asked from the side.

"You will know later."

In such a tormenting room, it is obvious that closing your eyes is the more correct choice, but Mo Shixin insisted on facing the disgusting colors and lights of the room, and kept awake all the time.

"Does she feel that doing so will keep her from being disadvantaged during the interrogation? Or is her arrogance not allowing her to do so?"

Lanna stepped forward and lightly held the microphone. The sound from the speaker spread out in the small room immediately, and then released layers of echoes, like some kind of condescending magnetic sound.

"Name, age, occupation."

"Call someone from the supervisory committee to come out, I don't want to waste time talking to robots."

"Name, age, occupation."

"Call someone from the supervisory committee to come out! When did GST have such an ugly robot, something completely different."

Mo Shixin still maintains her usual arrogance. After being arrested, she lost contact with the outside world. She didn't know what happened outside during her arrest. She even thought that it was the coalition government that interrogated her. people.

"I think you may not understand the current situation. We are interrogating you, and you have no right to resist."

While speaking, Lanna adjusted the instrument, and a mechanical arm stretched out from the room, and a chilling long needle was mounted on the mechanical arm. The needle swam around Mo Shixin's side, and then stopped next to her cheek, the threat was self-evident.

Mo Shixin squinted at the needle, unmoved at all.

"Interrogation? Hehe, the supervisory committee, the GST or the coalition government? No one dares to kill me."

"Indeed, although you were convicted and fled back then, it was more like you ran away out of anger. We didn't follow the proper process for your trial."

"Are you not a robot?" Mo Shixin frowned, she keenly noticed that the interrogator seemed to be using some kind of words,

"Robots don't use this kind of questioning. Who are you and why are you hiding in there?"

"You are right. Whether it is the GST, the supervisory committee or even the coalition government, in a sense, you really dare not kill you. You set up an underground bank privately in 2068 and gave loans to the above three organizations every year. At the same time Buy off the bank management of the coalition government, so that they dare not lend to other countries, so that these organizations can only be forced to come to you to borrow money, and the interest rate is horribly high. You are the biggest creditor on the planet, if you kill I'm afraid the coalition government will be short of funding next year."

"How do you know this?"

"Because of this, you dare to hijack the ship of the death row, and then turn it into your own library. You even enter Dyson Bay at any time, and enter the gatherings of various underground dignitaries, because you know that those big consortiums will not tear you apart, after all You control the mining of energy, and you have mastered countless black materials about them." Lanna smiled maliciously, "Look at you, you are beautiful and smart, and you are the first dictator who was born as a scientific researcher on this planet. So you feel that no one dares to kill you."

"So, why don't you let me go quickly."

"You don't seem to have figured out where you stand."

As Lanna spoke, she manipulated the probe and gently inserted it into Mo Shixin's cheek. Mo Shixin shuddered, but she had already prepared, so the doubt and fear only existed for a moment in the form of a slight expression on her face, and then disappeared.

Several other mechanical arms stretched out from the wall to fix Mo Shixin's head, and then Lanna pressed a button beside her. Mo Shixin felt a sharp pain in his cheek, which was unbearable even if he was prepared. She began to struggle desperately on the chair, but her head was kept in place by the mechanical arm.

"Look, doesn't she look like a... like a chicken?"

Lan Na covered the microphone and asked Mo You who was beside her.

Yes, chickens have not evolved the ability to turn their eyes, so no matter how the chicken's body twists, the head always remains in one position, just like the current Mo Shixin.

Mo You didn't say anything, but looked solemnly at the woman in front of her struggling on the chair, twitching, without saying a word.

"What did you do?" She asked after a long time, "It's not an ordinary torture method to make a crazy woman feel so uncomfortable."

"The world's first pain, you know?"

"Trigeminal nerve?"

"That's right, this is electrocution to imitate trigeminal neuralgia. After all, trigeminal neuralgia is essentially neuralgia caused by abnormal discharge of the trigeminal nerve. It is not very difficult to imitate, but I have fine-tuned the amplitude and rhythm of the current. Make sure she's awake and able to feel pain uninterrupted."

When Lanna said this, she seemed to be about to laugh.

"You see, she is still a person who is afraid of pain."

After all, she pressed the button on the console again, and the probe ended its discharge, and then put it back.

It's just that Mo Shixin was still struggling on the chair, and it took a while to get over it, but he was already sweating profusely, and because of the excessive pain, his self-sustainability was obviously severely damaged. Saliva dripped down uncontrollably, in a panic.

"Do you understand a little bit? I can spend a year here leisurely with you, but how long can you last? You should think about whether you want to happily advance the process with me."

Mo Shixin felt that her pupils were about to burst out, she managed to maintain her sanity, and gasped heavily for a moment. After dealing with the supervisory committee for so long, she has never seen such a talented person in the supervisory committee. Have they finally made up their minds to break the pot? Or...is there someone else behind the wall?

"Name, age, occupation."

Lana repeated the question again.

"Mo... Mo Shixin, 40 years old, former CEO of GST."

This time Mo Shixin answered honestly, of course, more for the purpose of testing.

"Very good, I will ask you a question next, you just need to answer, yes and no."

"Quickly ask."

"During Coalition appointments, you took huge bribes, yes or no."

In fact, this so-called bribe was donated by major consortiums to create artificial horizons.

"yes."

"You once opened an underground bank privately and lent money at an interest rate much higher than the market."

"yes."

"You like to gamble and lost a total of 20 million US dollars in the casino for a month."

"yes."

"Your daughter, Mo You, was involved in the crime of intentional injury and cruel means, but she was not punished. You must know that the rules of GST are different from those outside. There is no legal protection for minors here."

"yes."

Mo Shixin felt very strange about these questions. The people in the supervisory committee knew about these things and acquiesced. Why did he ask again? Just for a procedure? Or is it recording, trying to make a handle on her?

"It's so stupid. As long as I'm still alive, no matter how many handles I have, it's the same. Because I also have handles in my hands... No, it can even be said to be a killer move. As long as she still has the method of communicating with aliens and the horizon Weapons are useless." Mo Shixin thought to herself, but she didn't want to have such meaningless conversations with the other party anymore.

"Call the people from the supervisory committee, I have black information on all of them, call those perverts and lunatics to come and talk to me!"

"Don't worry, what do you think about the tragedy in Iceland?"

"Natural and man-made disasters."

"What are natural disasters and what are man-made disasters?"

"A natural disaster is a sudden drop in temperature, and a man-made disaster is a security department."

"Mo Shixin, you're still putting on a show even now. What happened back then was that the supervisory committee let you go. Do you really think you didn't show your flaws?"

"What does that bastard Zwingli want? Do you want to retract the confession! Don't forget who made it easier for him to join the group, and don't forget that if I retract the confession, people from the supervisory committee will have to accompany me I'm dead! Let me go! I want a new pair of pants!"

Mo Shixin yelled hysterically. Even though she tried her best to endure it, the torture just now made her incontinent. At this moment, she was like a vexatious child.

On the other side of the speaker, there was a long sigh.

"So you still don't want to confess the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

"There is no mastermind behind the scenes." Mo Shixin said decisively, "I did it all, and you guys have nothing to do with me."

Then, the current sound from the speaker disappeared.

A small crack suddenly appeared in the glass in front of her eyes, and then the whole thing shattered.

Mo Shixin's pupils enlarged infinitely at the moment the glass shattered, as if a black hole was about to suck the image of the lens into it...

When she came back to her senses again, she found that she was lying on a couch, and there was a person she was very familiar with and missed standing beside the bed.

"Old...teacher..."

Mo Shixin exclaimed, she couldn't believe that Lanna was standing beside her bed, she would never forget that appearance for the rest of her life, even though she was in such a comfortable environment, Mo Shixin's consciousness was still vague.

"You have worked very hard." Lanna responded with a very gentle tone, "But this is enough, leave the rest to me."

Mo Shixin stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, then nodded.

"Where is this, am I already dead?..."

"Are you still loyal to your ideal?"

Lana stroked Mo Shixin's hair like a mother, and the latter's expression was no longer the grim and painful expression before. She closed her eyes slowly, lay there peacefully without moving, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if this place is her resting place.

"Now, our dream is finally about to come true..." Lanna said in a gentle voice, like the whisper of a devil, but also a call from heaven, "Go and create this new paradise for scientists..."

"Illusion? What did you do to her?"

A voice broke the silence in the room, Mo You stood in the corner and asked suddenly.

She has been watching all this quietly, but her thoughts are still in the picture of Mo Shixin's suffering just now——

At this moment, Lanna walked out of the puppet, and while unplugging all the communication devices on her body, she exhaled heavily.

"It's still a bit stuffy inside." Although he can no longer be regarded as a complete human being, his behavior and demeanor are still the same as before.

"That's the end of the pain, let's get you back to reality," Lanna said, temporarily relieving Mo Shixin from the torture.

"You are... teacher? This is impossible... how could this be..."

Mo Shixin woke up from the hallucination just now, and saw that the person who tortured her turned out to be Lanna...Why? She didn't understand, the lack of intelligence and the fault of logic made it impossible for her to understand what happened.

There was another possibility, but... no, it wouldn't be like this, she didn't believe it was. Even if this is the final truth, she will never believe it.

Mo You had never seen Mo Shixin so flustered or...as if something was out of control.

"Is it... no, it can't be like this..."

Mo Shixin's voice was very weak, but he kept muttering repeated words in a low voice.

"It's the best option for her."

Lanna's voice echoed in the room again, and she once again manipulated the mechanical arm to insert the probe into Mo Shixin's vein.

"What is that? What did you inject her with?" Mo You asked hastily.

"Liquid mineral ice."

"You're crazy, you pervert, injecting that stuff...she's going to die!"

"No, this is not death." Lanna said again in such a peaceful and gentle tone, "Her soul will be frozen and live in her dream forever."

Lan Na looked down at Mo Shixin and smiled.

"Ah!" Following the injection of liquid mineral ice, Mo Shixin's body instantly stiffened, her head tilted up unconsciously, her mouth and eyes grew wide, and after a few seconds, a large amount of secretions came from all parts of her body Gushing out, at this time she had lost all sanity.

"Come on, tell me, everything we do is Dad's dream."

"Everything we do is a father's dream."

“This is our dream too”

"This is ours too..."

"Enough! You vicious villain, I don't want to see her like this." Mo You couldn't stand it anymore, she stepped forward to stop Lanna

"It's going to be the best dream she's ever had, isn't it?"

Mo You looked helplessly at Mo Shixin in front of her. This once mighty woman was lying on the seat, drooling like a fool. She even lost her self-control as an adult, and could not stop talking in her sleep.

"Isn't everything about you a dream, my child," Lanna smiled coldly.