Assomani ran very fast, and by the way, he didn't forget to bring Roger, but the space in the whole city was limited, and the doorway was sealed, so there was no place to hide.

The pollen spread very quickly, and Steve, who was left behind, was the first to be infected, and even if he held his breath, he could be contaminated by the pollen, and his speed quickly slowed down.

Slowly stiffens until you lose consciousness and fall asleep in place.

The next moment, vines emerged from the ground and wrapped around Steve, forming a plant.

He, like many people in the city, fell into a deep slumber in the Sleepy Valley.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Aveline looked flustered.

Assoumani also regretted it a little at this time, knowing that this situation would be encountered, he would have turned against Lehard later.

Lehard's bloodline can affect the surrounding land, and having him will be much more convenient.

"Come closer."

Assomani beckoned, a flash of light on his body, and the plants around him began to grow wildly, enveloping him and Roger.

He was planning to use the wild plants to form a barrier to the surrounding pollen.

Roger looked around and found that the witch who was still floating in mid-air had disappeared at some point.

She was very close to the palace in the first place, and maybe she was the first to be affected by the pollen.

Just as the plant formed by Asumani was about to close, Roger's face showed a hint of strangeness, and then he pretended to be attracted, and broke away from the area shrouded by Asumani's spell and rushed to the house not far away.

"Idiot, where are you going?"

Aveline didn't check for a while, and was run away by Roger, anxious, but didn't dare to step forward.

"Leave him alone, this kid is very weird, hold your breath." Assoumani doesn't care about that much.

"Hold me tight!"

He hugged his female disciple, the soil under his feet was turned over by the plants, and the barrier around him wrapped the two of them before sinking into the ground.

After Roger broke through the Assoumani barrier, he ran as fast as he could to a nearby house, by which time the pollen had already spread to the surrounding area.

Ignoring the physical barrier of the house, the pollen appeared in mid-air out of thin air, and Roger's mind moved, and the temporary advent function was activated in an instant.

Then the body flashed and disappeared in place.

Pink pollen envelops the entire city, and the pollen floats in the air for a long time.

On the other side, Roger was not in a hurry to return after being teleported to the shadow hut, found some food from the storage box, enjoyed a beautiful meal, and went to bed to rest for a while.

An hour later, full of energy and well-fed, Roger's figure flashed and returned to the Sleeping Valley again.

He tensed up, but by this time the pollen in the air had disappeared, and he carefully hid his figure and quietly came outside.

There was silence all around, and the place where Assoumani had cast his spell collapsed, and it was unknown whether he and Aveline had escaped or fallen into a deep sleep.

Without anyone else, Roger naturally had a lot less to worry about, he moved quickly, quickly took a general look at the surrounding area, and then went straight to the palace entrance in the distance.

After entering the palace, the aroma is fragrant, and the corridors, halls, and reliefs and decorations everywhere are neat and tidy.

The whole palace doesn't look like it's been abandoned for decades or hundreds of years, as if there are still people living here.

Roger remembers that one place at the top of the palace bloomed like petals before the pollen was filled, and if I guessed correctly, it was the heart of the whole palace.

He soon found the entrance to the top tower in the empty palace, and went up the spiraling staircase, opening up a certain floor.

The room was full of bright roses, and among the clusters of rose petals, a figure lay quietly.

Keep your eyes closed, breathe evenly, and fold your hands over your lower abdomen.

Roger approached slowly, but the woman lying among the flowers seemed to be in a deep sleep, and did not react.

"Sleeping Beauty?"

"A princess?"

Roger looked odd.

"According to the tradition in fairy tales, as a prince, I should go up and kiss the princess at this time......"

Roger circled around the flowers twice, but he couldn't get his mouth down at all.

Fairy tales are all lies, who knows whether the woman lying here is really a princess or an unknown monster.

Roger turned on the hunter's vision and carefully looked at the woman lying in the flowers from head to toe, there were no abnormal energy fluctuations, and the vitality was vigorous, this woman seemed to have just fallen asleep.

But Sister Luo knew very well that Sleeping Valley had existed for tens or hundreds of years, and if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have turned into a dry bone long ago.

"Huh?"

Roger bent down, but found something unusual in the woman's hands, slender fingers interlaced, but between the two hands, there seemed to be something.

Just as Roger was about to reach out to check it out, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop, don't touch her!"

Roger turned around, and a figure appeared at the entrance, it was the witch who had disappeared since leaving.

"You're not a prince."

"You're not a witch either."

Roger waved the stick in his hand as he looked at the woman in the distance.

"Are you going to beat me with that stick?"

Looking at the rough wooden stick in Roger's hand, the witch said with contempt on her face.

"Or else?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"The city's weird pollen doesn't seem to be affecting you in any way."

"It's you who surprised me even more." The witch stepped forward, carefully observing Roger's every move.

"Is this woman a princess, awaken her and I can become the master of this country."

"You can't become a king, you will only be buried under her feet and become fertilizer for the roots of flowers."

"Don't lie to me, after you left, the whole city seemed to be about to rise from its slumber, but then an incomparably large flower bloomed on the top of the palace, and the pollen dispersed before the whole city was dragged into a nightmare again."

The witch's wide robe drooped, so that Roger could not guess her gesture at this time, but Roger estimated that as long as he made the slightest move, the opponent's attack would soon be in front of him.

"Sleep isn't all bad."

The witch looked at Roger, "If I told you that there were no living people in the whole country, all you saw were appearances, and they were all monsters disguised as humans. ”

"The plants that surround the city are protecting the area, putting the monsters to sleep without disturbing the outside world."

The roses around them were trembling wildly, as if to deny what the witch had said.

"And the woman next to you is the culprit."

"Then I should probably kill her."

Roger's face changed, and flames rose from his palms.

"Stop!"

The witch shouted.

There was a hint of eccentricity on Roger's face, "Don't let me kill her, and don't let me touch her." ”

"What the hell are you calculating?"

He estimated the distance between the two sides, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Or ...... You're the one who deserves to be killed?! ”