The dream that seemed like a fleeting star disappeared without a trace before it woke up. The delicate but warm palms gently stroked her cheeks and wiped away the tears that she had forgotten about because of why.

She wanted to hold it tightly, but it was like the fine sand by the beach. The tighter she held it, the small quicksand as thin as dust slowly passed away mercilessly between her fingers.

"At least, at least you have to leave some traces and don't forget them all!" said the girl unwillingly.

However, the owner of the palm smiled and shook his head.

"Goodbye, see you next time..." said the man.

No, the stubborn girl's mind flashed through her to obtain precious pictures here.

This time, you must...

The girl who knew she was in a dream tried to open her eyes, but the man seemed to know that there was no way to let the stubborn girl give up and could only sit quietly on a seat that only exists in this spiritual world.

It seemed guilty and joyful, but I couldn't get rid of the aura of loneliness and looked at her all the time.

Even though, all this is in vain.

"Are you awake, Princess?"

Suddenly, a slight vibration came from the seat under her body, a hustle and bustle voice not far away, and a unique coolness under the temperature adjustment at the top of the world tree. Yuki Akana, who opened her eyes, began to receive the message of the five senses. She looked up at the person who was talking to her a little blankly.

"Xuxiang?"

The man chuckled softly, then looked at Yuki Akina's eyes in surprise, but soon took out his handkerchief and wiped the slightly shining liquid from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong? Have you had a nightmare?" the man asked with concern.

“…”

After being silent for a long time, no emotion could be seen on the girl's face, as if the hope in the dream just now did not exist in this world.

But she only has one comment on the man in front of her.

"nausea!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the conversation suddenly became tense. The man named Xuxiang narrowed his eyes, and the veins on his arms surged, as if he would wave his not strong arm at any time.

"Tsk! So, you haven't given up on Tokuna?"

The young man who dubbed this tauren warrior had a neutral voice. At this time, he deliberately imitated the cold and hard male voice and felt a sense of evil and domineering nature.

The girl turned her gaze elsewhere, "I thought you were just a little hypocritical. But I didn't expect that you were just self-satisfied and felt that relying on this method of imprisonment would be useful?"

"Isn't it useless?" the man touched his chin and asked remarkably interested.

"Don't waste your time, I only have contempt and disgust for you."

However, the girl named Ashina seemed to be unable to hear it, leaving only a firm look in confronting the man in front of her. When she was about to take the next move, her hands forced her to suppress her movements.

Immediately, she felt that her body seemed to be no longer under her control.

"Ha, it's this expression that makes me look forward to the way you desire in front of me in the future..." The man smiled even happier.

Then he turned his face to the girl with a very bad taste, so that her eyes could only reflect her reflection.

"That's absolutely impossible!" Even if the body was manipulated, the girl still chose to close her eyes, as long as she did not allow her to achieve her goal at this moment.

"Not necessarily~" The man slowly let go of his palm and slowly wandered in the cage he specially used to imprison his beloved canary girl.

Then he thought about it and said to the girl easily: "In this game world, there are 30,000 people playing."

"What a pity, they, oh yes, and you, my Asuna... you idiots don't know how powerful the complete stealth system you are using is, how terrifying its evolutionary speed is."

The man's tone had a faint sarcastic smile, and he seemed to show his superiority in IQ to the idiots and the subjects he thought.

"This system can continue to evolve by expanding the scope of control over the brain. In the near future, thinking, emotions and even memories may be controlled by people..."

"Asuna, no, it will be my Titania from now on. Do you understand this?"

Yuki Akana patted his hand very quickly, turned his head and silently answered, his clenched lips even more tempting.

Such actions obviously made the man feel more happy. When he looked at the beautiful girl, he suddenly remembered another thing.

"By the way, your little boyfriend is Kirito-Kiritani, right?"

"I showed him the contract for our marriage. There is no way, after all, that was something my father had agreed to."

"In no time, you will become my wife, and he will also see you wearing a wedding dress with your own eyes to marry me."

"In the days to come, I want you to be stained with my smell, and I will never escape this life, and I will always..."

...

It’s a joyful congratulations that Mr. Chihara had been waiting for for a long time finally came.

"The love that has lasted for more than ten years has finally been realized. This is really a heroic love story, which is so happy." Looking at the picture on the big screen, the boy wiped away the tears that were moved by true love with his fingers.

"Chenhara, you'd better see a doctor in advance." The man opposite who was crazily earning his salary with this animation was not happy, and he could only lose his face when facing this good brother who had fallen into trouble.

After all, he is the male protagonist of that animation. Seeing the girl in the animation being played with by this guy's character so happily, how could you be happy?

By the way, Matsuda Shimasaki finally understood why Uchida Sang, who was the junior of his fellow club in the animation broadcast, was so distressed by this guy.

"Indeed, it's better to see a doctor if you get sick." Shimada Nobunaga, who was gasping beside him, echoed.

Shimada Nobunaga, who had just bought a few bottles of drinks after slipping away, walked back quickly. The dazzling and vicious sunlight made him tired and sweat a thin layer of sweat, wetting the handsome light-colored shirt that he had originally carefully selected, making his personal image look a little embarrassed at this moment.

However, this trip was not in vain and I still received the care of my good brothers. Nobunaga took the wet tissue that the boy took out from his pocket, tore open one of the packages, wiped off the sweat dripping on his cheeks and neck, and then divided the bottles of drinks in his hand.

By the way, he forced a hand to pull away the youngest adult male who wanted to grab the carbonated drinks and forced the mineral water into his hand.

"It is better to drink less of this kind of thing when you have a cold and cough, it is not healthy."

"Healthy? I want to be healthy and useless...hehe..."

"So, don't be stubborn when you get sick."

Matsuda shook his head helplessly and unscrewed the mineral water bottle cap together.

Qianhara took off the mask that had been wearing for most of the day and put it on his chin, took the mineral water from his hand and handed it to his mouth, and drank it in small sips. He had been in the comic exhibition team for so long, and was indeed very thirsty.

I drank half a bottle before twisting the lid back.

"Nobunaga, ic        markt..."

"Me too."

Matsuda sighed sincerely and nodded in agreement.

There are so many people, so crowded, so hot.

If Mr. Chihara has any special impression of the comic exhibition, it should be nonsense.

After all, he is just a person between the "two-dimensional" and the "three-dimensional" - that is, he is neither a complete otaku nor a pretentious person. At a specific time, he may be excluded by both parties...

Tsk, so the characters who are not pleased with both sides are indeed sometimes treated as enemy soldiers and fire directly. They do not understand the entertainment activities of the current people, and the degree of entry into the house is not particularly deep.

In short, it is commonly known as the pure acgn party who does not know anything about offline activities.

It is rare that he was standing in front of the comic exhibition venue, facing the crowded crowds, and felt a little surprised and helpless for the first time.

When entering unknown fields, anyone will feel unnatural and restrained.

Therefore, he turned his head and glanced at the handsome salt-type guy next to him who looked calm and composed.

"Nobunaga, I want to be moist." The young man said quietly.

"I can't wait anymore, I don't want the sunk cost to continue to increase..."

"Ha, where is this? Last time I started at 4 a.m. and I waited for more than five hours before entering the venue..." The handsome salt-type man proudly raised his chest and put his hands on his hips with pride.

Although Qianhara didn't know what to show off in this kind of thing, it would be better than the fishermen who squatted for an afternoon. At least they would definitely not be able to wait for so long, and they could catch some things.

"By the way, where is Yuma? Why haven't he come yet?" the young man asked curiously.

"He said on his line that he needed to prepare the equipment to meet..." Matsuda lowered his head and looked at the chat record and slowly recited.

"Sure enough, the current young people of Heisei are just a relaxed generation, and they have to wait for so long to come to a comic exhibition."

Nobunaga shook his head disdainfully.

Qianhara, who is also a dead house in Heisei, could only raise his head and glance at him coldly, and saw the other party laughing awkwardly and sigh helplessly.

Then, he was so bored that he flattened the promotional poster in his hand and looked carefully at the photo of the coser who was fooling people. He couldn't help but pause his mouth. This level of soil is OK.

Immediately picked up my phone and carefully compared it to the reflection on the screen.

Sure enough, even a high P with some technical skills is still less than one-tenth of Mr. Chihara’s handsomeness!

"Stop being so pretty?" Nobunaga, who was clean on his cheeks, rolled his eyes angrily. He didn't know how this little brother was embarrassed to compete with his popular wives Asuna this year.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to complain, and then took a sip of the drink, "Put your mask well, I don't want you to get infected with the virus."

Before, this guy didn't say anything when he was in contact. He heard that he went to the comic convention and agreed excitedly. As a result, he met at the scene and realized that the kid had a cold.

If I had known it, Mr. Nobunaga would definitely not have asked him to go out with me.

The handsome salt-type man poked the young man with his fingers on the shoulders of the young man who was not taking care of himself.

"Don't worry, I just have a common cold... and I'm also bringing medicine." Qianyuan waved his hand, then took out a tube of dragon horns from his pocket and scattered it, pulled open the packaging and pinched it out and stuffed it into his mouth.

This is the legendary cold and cough artifact, a Chinese patent medicine preparation, which is said to quickly relieve throat discomfort and treat cough and nasal congestion. The price is cheaper than cold medicines in other pharmacies, but there is one disadvantage...

The taste is a little bitter.

"Um..." Qianhara tried hard to show a smile, but in the end she could only pull out a very ugly and sad face.
Chapter completed!