Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

"Play?"

Xia Tong looked down at the hand that the Daphne Flower Fairy Dynasty had extended to her, then looked up and met that smiling face.

???

What's going on?

His gaze inadvertently swept over the Elf King's shoulder, and his breath caught in his throat—

A pink, translucent bubble floated quietly behind her. Inside the bubble, Ni Ni lay curled up, fast asleep.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his gaze fixed on the pink bubble.

"What did you do to her?"

Xia Tong's voice was wary.

The Daphne Flower Fairy King tilted her head adorably, her pink twin tails swaying gently with the movement, and a pure and warm smile spread across her face.

She didn't even look back at the bubble, as if Ni Ni's presence was the most natural decoration in her dream.

"We're playing a game."

Her voice was as soft and ethereal as a dream itself, "Look how happy she is."

Xia Tong looked at Ni Ni in the bubble again.

The girl had her eyes closed, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, and her cheeks flushed with a healthy blush. Her expression was indeed... blissfully carefree, as if she were having the sweetest dream of her life, untouched by any worries.

The thought of the class monitor saying that she was "still sleeping" gave Xia Tong a sense of foreboding.

This is no ordinary sleep.

"You're not playing a game with her."

Xia Tong took a deep breath, looked directly into her eyes, and said, word by word, "You've trapped her in her own dream. So her so-called 'illness,' her so-called 'sleeping,' is simply... an inability to wake up, isn't it?"

"Sleepy?"

The Daphne Flower Fairy King gently shook her head, her pink twin tails swaying gently with the movement.

Her expression was somewhat confused, as if she couldn't understand why Xia Tong would use such heavy words.

"She wasn't trapped. There's no sadness, no sorrow here, only her favorite, happiest memories and imaginings. She's always sharing these joys with me; we play, run, and laugh in these beautiful dreams... Isn't that wonderful?"

She flew to the bubble that enveloped Ni Ni and gently touched the thin film with her hand, causing a soft ripple to spread across the surface of the bubble.

"Wouldn't it be the best gift to let her stay in the happiest moment forever, far away from all tears and sorrow? I'm so happy too, because I can always feel this pure joy."

She then flew back to Xia Tong, stretched out her hand again, her eyes full of expectation, like a child inviting a friend to join the game.

"Why don't you stay? You seem like a really fun person. We can play together and create even more beautiful dreams together. Wouldn't it be great to be happy forever?"

"..."

Xia Tong looked at her fair hands, then at Ni Ni sleeping soundly in the bubbles.

He was all smiles on the surface, but inside he was cursing like crazy.

What kind of monsters are these? Were they this strong when I watched the anime?

How come in Xia Tong's impression, apart from those few that exceeded the standard, the rest just feel like they're all just roadside stalls?

At this moment, Xia Tong was thinking of a way to escape.

A head-on clash? How much would her power be limited in this dream world that she completely controls? Moreover, she doesn't seem aggressive; she just wants to "share happiness."

Xia Tong then gently moved his fingers. The feeling of magic flowing was still there, and thankfully, he could still use magic normally.

This is a dream... Right, that method should work.

Xia Tong silently slid back a few steps, while simultaneously raising her hand to cast ice magic, conjuring a sharp ice dagger in her hand.

The Daphne Flower Fairy King's offer was very tempting, but he still had to get out of this sweet "cage" first.

"I won't refute your point of view."

Xia Tong shook her head, then looked at her firmly, "However, I want to leave here."

To put it another way, in the real world outside—

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was supporting Xia Tong, who had just lost consciousness.

At this moment, Xia Tong's eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were clenched. Broken murmurs flowed from his mouth:

"...No...wake up quickly..."

"Little brat..."

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's wine-red eyes were fixed on Xia Tong's unconscious face, his lips, which always held a mocking smile, were now pressed into a straight line. A strange sense of anxiety gripped her; this feeling was definitely not "fun" at all.

She immediately looked up, her gaze like a sharp blade shooting towards the pot of daphne on the windowsill.

"Dare to touch my people."

The Nine Thousand Years of Shadow's gaze turned completely cold, and a dangerous and oppressive dark aura began to emanate from his body, making the surrounding air seem heavier.

Without further hesitation, she raised her free left hand instantly, and a ball of energy rapidly formed before slamming it down on the potted daphne.

However, just as the energy ball was about to hit the flowerpot—

A soft yet exceptionally strong golden translucent light shield appeared out of thin air, steadily enveloping the daphne flowers.

The energy ball struck the light shield with a dull thud, but it only created a violent ripple on the surface of the shield and failed to break it.

The daphne flowers inside the light shield didn't even tremble slightly, still quietly emitting an alluring, sedative fragrance.

"Damn it..."

Looking at the intact flower, Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old said, "The dream of the Daphne Flower Fairy King Shan Meng can create a barrier, making it difficult for external factors to harm her."

and many more……

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old quickly realized that, in essence, a dream is also a different space, a kind of spiritual construct.

She has the ability to manipulate other dimensions, so she should also be able to...

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's eyes lit up. She stopped trying to forcefully attack the barrier and quickly and carefully laid Xia Tong flat on the ground.

Then, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old stretched out his hands towards the pot of daphne flowers, his ten fingers touching, and lightly cupped them in front of his chest.

She is using her innate ability to manipulate and interfere with "other dimensions".

Just as she was fully focused, preparing to invade the dream—

"Ugh!!"

Xia Tong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly convulsed violently. Then, as if she had woken up from a nightmare, she suddenly sat up and gasped for breath.

"A... brat?!"

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old immediately flew in front of him, instinctively reaching out his hand, but not knowing where to touch, leaving it suspended in mid-air.

Xia Tong caught her breath and her first reaction was to touch her neck before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're alright, you're still alive!"