The puppet didn't understand: "Why? ”

"You're made of wood." "It's like this pile of wood in a fire, throw you into it, and you will immediately burn." ”

"Burning?" The puppet didn't look convinced, and his expression didn't look like a disguise, as he had taken the initiative to put his wooden hand into the fire.

Van Lingshu didn't know what to say for a while.

The flames crept up on the puppet's hand, and he seemed to be unaware of it - yes, how could the puppet hurt?

Out of some unspeakable kindness, Van Lingshu pulled his hand out and poured a little cold water on his sparkling fingers.

The spark quietly went out, and the puppet looked at her even more confusedly.

He pointed to the ashes in the fire and said, "If you catch fire, you will end up in such a pile of ashes. ”

A handful of hairs on the puppet's coconut shell head curled.

"I'm afraid." She put another bowl of porridge, anyway, the puppet won't drink porridge, don't care about him, eat it herself, "It's the first time I've seen such a clever mechanism like yours, and those birds on the head, the city lord is really powerful." ”

The puppet stared at her, the hot mist wafting up from the bowl and blurring her face, a picture of warmth on a cold night.

Although the puppets have no idea what 'warmth' is.

He tilted his head, the handful of hair on his head played, hanging from the coconut shell, staring at her as he ate.

Soon Van Lingshu couldn't stand such stares, when would he be able to leave?

"I'm going to help the city lord create dreams, can you give me some information in some places, such as what kind of dreams he likes, I'm afraid that if he can't control it well, he will have nightmares." She had to test somewhat.

If he's not happy, he can leave right away.

"You can't do it." The puppet said slowly.

Being looked down upon, Van Lingshu couldn't help but pout; "I haven't tried, how do you know I can't, I have the ability to make people dream."

Of course, this is fooling people.

"It's not hard to dream." The puppet looked up and smiled at her - strictly speaking, he couldn't tell the joy or sorrow on his face, it was just a coconut shell, but in the light of the jumping fire, the light was dim and dim, and there was no end to the darkness in the distance, and the smile became strange.

Fan Lingshu was stunned, and before she could ask, the puppet had already muttered, "Actually, Lord Tan Jiu probably wants to dream of that woman again." ”

"Who?" She asked keenly.

The puppet didn't answer, pulled the hair on his head, stood up and glared at her: "For the sake of you bringing a little warmth here, you run, or your head will be hung on the city wall." ”

Van Lingshu: "......"

The puppet head walked away without looking back.

Fan Lingshu froze in place for a moment, quickly recalling the puppet's words just now.

It's not hard to dream...... The smile after this sentence was creepy, could it be that the city lord of Jackdaw City was not a human?

In the dead of night, something seemed to peep into the darkness in all directions, the cold wind blew into the bone marrow little by little, and the wind whistling in the distance was like countless souls struggling and roaring.

She shuddered, not daring to think deeply.

As for the woman that the puppet said Tan Jiu wanted to dream of, she had no clue.

But with these clues, she can diverge.

Dreamland, Woman......://./11_11820/