Horror of the Olden Days
Chapter 1223

The Bamboo Stalks of Night Holy Capital (21)

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"Okay."

Faced with Fu Qian's request, Su Gao simply answered softly.

Her expression was as natural as when he had just reminded her to come over and compensate the person for their loss.

"Don't resist. Immerse yourself completely, like last time."

Fu Qian didn't let down her trust. The next moment, Clear Dream shimmered in his hand.

The dim corner was instantly enveloped.

The last time Fu Qian had mentioned was naturally his first exchange with Nepheli on Leaf Island, when she had cooperated and entered his dream.

For Su Gao, she hardly needed any time to recall the incident.

With her willing cooperation and Fu Qian's improved control, the dream formed without so much as a ripple, truly as silently as rain moistening the earth.

It didn't even need an end condition to last for a while.

"Look over here."

As he spoke, a small triangular prism appeared in Fu Qian's hand. At the same time, he recalled a fun little experiment from years ago.

The next moment, a beam of light shone through the prism, casting a not-too-wide band of rainbow colors onto a screen that had appeared out of thin air.

It was the simplest light-scattering experiment, and the rainbow looked perfectly ordinary.

Fu Qian looked away from it and examined Su Gao again.

Even after entering the dream, Su Gao looked no different from before.

She wasn't quiet and translucent, with a faint presence, like she had been when he met Nepheli last time.

Had he imagined it?

"Tell me what colors you see, in order."

The next moment, Fu Qian spoke softly.

"From top to bottom."

Though she didn't understand what Fu Qian was after, Su Gao clearly had no intention of wasting time questioning him. She immediately described what she saw with precision.

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