Zhang Zian's heart was inexplicably full of self-confidence. Maybe it was because he knew that Zhuang Xiaodie was different from other elves. She did not live in his mobile phone, but in his body, or maybe deep in his brain, so he and she were in a symbiotic relationship to some extent, so she would not do anything to him, at least not let him die. At most, she would torture him in various ways ...
Otherwise, if he died, she would disappear with him.
The voices of the elves in his previous dream made him feel quite uneasy, but now that he knew it was a dream, he was more or less at ease. After all, Zhuang Xiaodie was the absolute master of the dream. He would dream of whatever she wanted him to dream of.
It was actually quite scary to think about it this way. If she gave him some kind of psychological suggestion day after day in the dream, for example, suggesting that he really liked men, maybe after a period of time ...
No, forget it.
