What’s wrong with the dream world!

The two souls of the two-faced person were born in no particular order. If we look at experience, the one who has been awake the most is undoubtedly the older sister... Fang Xuehan once thought so.

But Yu Xiu De's sharp comments made her no longer sure of this idea, and her brother's calm words still echoed in her mind for a long time.

"You are not better than Fang Xuemu, nor are you more correct than Fang Xuemu. Perhaps others like you and hate Fang Xuemu, but I want to tell you..."

"Neither of you is a worry-free, lovable sister."

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"I don't know. Let's take the elevator downstairs and walk around the street first."

Fang Xuehan answered softly, and Fang Xuemu also closed her mouth, pretending to glance at Fang Xuehan casually out of the corner of her eye.

The sisters were both obviously aware that the other was in a bad mood, and the frequent bickering and quarreling did not happen. Instead, they stood side by side, staring at the elevator display with a pair of red and white eyes.

The elevator going up from the 1st floor is faster than the elevator going down from the 26th floor, because the elevator going down from the 26th floor stops and starts, making it look like someone is using the elevator on the floors above.

But the elevator did not stop at the 13th floor, but continued to rise, as if it was already loaded with people and its destination was a higher floor.

So the elevator still goes down, and receives the command of the elevator button for the thirteenth floor faster, arrives and hovers on the thirteenth floor.

'Even riding in an elevator in my dream felt so real...'

Fang Xuemu complained in her heart with some impatience.

But soon, she didn't even feel like complaining.

The elevator door slowly opened, but it was not empty.

There was a woman wearing sportswear that exposed her belly button, with headphones in her ears, who looked like she wanted to go downstairs to exercise.

There was a short child holding a skateboard, looking at the two people outside the elevator door with curiosity.

There was a middle-aged man huddled in a corner, carrying a garbage bag, wearing slippers, and looking a little distressed.

Their clothes, movements, and expressions all seemed so real...it was completely unimaginable that they were just a tiny part of someone's dream.

Fang Xuemu hesitated for a moment, and finally followed Fang Xuehan and stepped into the elevator.

She hadn't taken an elevator in a long time.

Fang Xuemu always gave up boring time like taking the elevator to her good sister... In fact, in the two years when Yu Xiude was away, Fang Xuemu took the initiative to give up a lot of time that should have allowed her to move around.

Yu Xiu De once ordered the two to make three rules, Fang Xue Mu and Fang Xue Han must evenly divide the time of using their bodies, but this was slowly abolished after Yu Xiu De left home.

She has no friends, and Fang Xuehan's friends are not her friends; she has no social circle, because her social circle is basically covered by Fang Xuehan in all aspects, and usually ends up converging on Fang Xuehan... just like her mother Fang Meifen.

Fang Xuemu knew that even though Fang Meifen could now still regard her as her daughter, her maternal love was still mainly focused on Fang Xuehan.

Fang Xuemu used to be very jealous of Fang Xuehan, but after Yu Xiude's education and as time went by, she changed her mind... What's so good about worldly affairs?

What's the good of waiting for the elevator? What's the good of walking? What's the good of greeting people?

These are useless and boring times.

So she completely gave up socializing with people and only used her body for things that interested her, such as "killing criminals" and "playing computer games." Although Fang Xuehan initially tried to persuade Fang Xuemu not to waste herself like this, Fang Xuemu refused to listen.

Most of the time, Fang Xuemu only interacted with the world in Fang Xuehan's mind, criticizing and pointing fingers.

This state has lasted for two years... At Yu Xiude's home, Fang Xuemu didn't feel any discomfort, but as soon as she entered the elevator, especially an elevator with people in it, the feeling of being at a loss about the surrounding environment returned to her after many years.

Those people were too real, and her feelings were too real.

The door closed with a click behind Fang Xuemu. Although there were five people in the elevator, the entire space immediately fell into an eerie silence.

In this extreme silence, the noisy music in the woman's headphones made Fang Xuemu feel a little irritated, the children's curious gazes made Fang Xuemu feel uncomfortable, and the faint stench coming from the middle-aged man's garbage bag was very pungent.

Fang Xuemu clenched her fingers, feeling her heart beat faster and faster. The elevator slowly started, and the heavy mechanical sound rang out, like a muttering whisper.

"This is just his dream..."

Fang Xuemu murmured, and the shadow under his feet, under the terrified gaze of the child with his head lowered, became like a living thing, ready to move, and stretched out tiny pure black tentacles.

Fang Xuemu was not afraid, nor did she feel uneasy. She was just a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to spend this meaningless time.

To her, the elevator, even with plenty of empty space, seemed a bit too crowded.

Real Dreamland: Chapter 29 Sometimes I wonder, how big and good does a dream have to be to be called a dream?

Just when Fang Xuemu wanted to swallow all these "fake people" in the elevator into her own shadow, a familiar yet unfamiliar warm touch came from Fang Xuemu's fingertips, soothing her somewhat anxious mood.

It's like a ship lost at sea suddenly discovering a lighthouse, which becomes a boost in the hearts of the people on board.

...No, it's not a cardiotonic.

Noticing that Fang Xuehan was holding her hand and that it was still trembling slightly, Fang Xuemu's discomfort caused by being squeezed in a narrow space with a strange living person subsided, and she felt speechless.

I don't care, but why do you feel uncomfortable?

The black tentacles that had originally stretched out from around Fang Xuemu's black sneakers gradually disappeared, so fast that the frightened boy blinked, wondering if it was just an illusion.

The woman wearing sports headphones also saw the two girls standing in front of the elevator door holding hands, and instinctively took a step back. But then she saw that the two girls were wearing almost identical clothes, were of equal height, and had similar backs, so she breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed herself for becoming so dirty - to imagine a pair of sisters who were close to each other as having that kind of relationship!

The middle-aged man carrying the garbage bag lowered his head and browsed his mobile phone, unaware of the situation.

Everything seemed so real, as if in reality, Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan would definitely meet the three people in the elevator when they went out.

"Don't be too extreme, Mu."

"Brother did tell us to have fun, but it was Brother who told us to have fun after all... Don't turn this normal dream into a nightmare."

Fang Xuehan spoke softly, her hand holding Fang Xuemu's was trembling slightly, but it was not because she was not used to being in a crowded environment like Fang Xuemu.

What Fang Xuehan was not used to was the touch and temperature in her hands at this moment.

This was the first time Fang Xuehan held Fang Xuemu's hand.

During the two years when Yu Xiu De was away from home, the two of them got along without any external interference, and the state of "two-faced people" was truly coordinated, and the relationship between the two really got better - at least before, even in Yu Xiu De's "dream", Fang Xuehan didn't dare to touch Fang Xuemu, let alone make such intimate actions as holding hands.

'This is all too real...'

After walking out of the elevator, Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan stood aside at the same time, secretly glancing at other people getting off the elevator.

The woman wearing headphones stepped out of the elevator and started running a distance away. The middle-aged man holding a garbage bag also went to the large trash can in front of the apartment door.

The boy, who should have been frightened, did not immediately run away after the elevator door opened. Instead, he held his skateboard and kept his eyes on the two of them. He thought for a long time, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he trotted over to them and timidly asked:

"Um...Excuse me, are you two superhero twins?" The boy's eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

"No, get lost." "Yes, little brother."

The voices of disgust and tenderness sounded almost at the same time.

But after hearing the responses from the two, the boy's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was certain of something, and he stammered:

"I... I'm your fan! Could you please give me..."

The nervous voice suddenly stopped, and the boy suddenly realized with dismay that he had no habit of carrying paper and pen with him.

But the older sister, who was wearing a white T-shirt, had a pair of pure white pupils, and was as gentle as an angel, took out paper and pen from the pocket of her dry jeans as if by magic.

Fang Xuehan wrote her name on it, then gently nudged Fang Xuemu, who was standing next to her with her arms folded, with her elbow, signaling her sister to treat fans well... She didn't expect her to be as kind as she was, but at least she shouldn't break a child's expectations.

Fang Xuemu ignored Fang Xuehan's expectations. She wore the same white T-shirt as Fang Xuehan. Her face, which was as beautiful as the gentle angel beside her, had a ferocious expression, like a bad girl. She half-knelt in front of the boy and threatened him:

"Kid, don't meddle in other people's business and don't talk too much! If you tell others that the superheroes [Twins] have been here, I will kill them..."

"You'll kill my whole family!"

The boy interrupted Fang Xuemu.

Fang Xuemu was slightly stunned, while Fang Xuehan stroked her forehead, sighed, handed over her signature, and wondered how to comfort the frightened boy.

But then, Fang Xuehan became confused because she saw that the boy did not show any fear on his face because of Fang Xuemu's threat. Instead, he showed an excited expression as if "I understand now".

The boy solemnly accepted the signature from Fang Xuehan. Still at an age when he was outspoken and full of fantasy, he patted his chest and assured the two of them:

"I see. You must be carrying out a very important mission! Although I don't know why the two of you who have never appeared together before would appear here at the same time, please rest assured!"

His childish voice was filled with a very innocent confidence, and his words were laced with some age-appropriate misuse of words.

"I will definitely use my iron will to keep your secret!"

After saying this, as if to prove himself, the boy quickly suppressed the excitement and excitement on his face, deliberately put on a stern face, hid the signature in his pocket, walked briskly, and left without looking back.

Fang Xuemu looked disgusted and turned to look at Fang Xuehan.

"Why did you give him an autograph? He's clearly just a person from a dream! And a pretty annoying kid at that!"

Fang Xuehan watched the boy leave without directly answering Fang Xuemu's question, but instead asked:

"Then why did you scare him?"

Of course, he was afraid that someone would use this box to get Yu Xiu De... Fang Xuemu was speechless.

The two left the apartment in silence and came to the community, looking at the people who were walking, running, sweeping the floor, cuddling each other, and playing cards under the pale white lights.

Each of them was as vivid and natural as the three people in the elevator, but Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, who knew that this was just a dream, felt a strong sense of incongruity.

Perhaps it was because I hadn't experienced a nightmare like that for two years, or perhaps it was because the nightmare had become more real after two years.

The two looked up. At night, the pale moon was like an eye hanging high in the sky, coldly gazing at everything below, and sprinkling the cold moonlight on the tall buildings outside the community, on the green belts inside the community, and on everyone.

Fang Xuehan and Fang Xuemu had the same idea in their minds.

They want to know how big this dream is.

Real Dreamland: Chapter 30 [Nightmare]! Invincible!

"...Why don't we just stroll around?" Fang Xuehan suggested first.

"Whatever," Fang Xuemu said, feigning indifference. Then, she stroked her smooth chin, recalling the time Fang Xuehan had taken out a piece of paper and pen from her pocket when she signed for the boy. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "When did you start carrying paper and pen with you?"

Then, she instinctively added, "You're so narcissistic..."

Fang Xuehan habitually ignored Fang Xuemu's harsh words and explained as she walked towards the gate of the community, "Have you forgotten? Although everything here feels so real to us, this is ultimately my brother's dream... and we are guests in his dream, so naturally we have some privileges."

When Fang Xuehan wanted to get paper and pen to sign for the little boy, and reached into her pocket, her empty pocket began to change.

The dream fulfilled her wish.

Fang Xuemu, who followed Fang Xuehan to the gate of the community, also remembered the characteristics of the dream.

She muttered a few words to herself, then took out her cell phone, turned on the screen, and sure enough, she found that the federal currency balance in her account had several more zeros.

Fang Xuemu opened the consumption record again, trying to find a loophole in the money, but found that the consumption record was normal until just over ten seconds ago. The sudden addition of zeros came from a transfer record from an unknown account - and the transfer was initiated at the same time that Fang Xuemu made a wish in her heart.

"Do you think this is the account he uses in real life?" Fang Xuemu said casually as she watched the increasingly bustling street scenes around her.

Fang Xuehan shook her head and said, "I don't know, and I don't recommend you explore this topic."

"I'm not after his money."

Seeing that the crowd around was getting denser and denser, and everyone seemed to have their own things to do, it was extremely natural and yet incongruous. Fang Xuemu muttered.

She and Fang Xuehan already had quite a bit of money in their accounts.

As holders of a destiny registered by the Federation, the two naturally enjoy all kinds of benefits within the federal system; and as A-level superheroes, she and Fang Xuehan have a considerable base salary every month, and if they complete heroic activities, they will receive a considerable amount of additional commission... All these added together can even firmly suppress Yu Xiu De's boss, the editor-in-chief who likes to send large red envelopes in the work group, in terms of financial strength.

Not to mention their social status. As Fang Xuehan and Fang Xuemu reach the federal legal age, more policy benefits and resources will be opened up to them. A-level heroes are not like C-level and D-level heroes, who are more like auxiliary police who specialize in supervising other fate holders. They are higher than B-level and are the pillar force of every city. Their status is almost equivalent to that of the city's deputy mayor.

S-level is roughly equivalent to provincial and national levels. Above S-level is the only EX-level one, the [Federal Girl]... a strategic superhero more advanced than nuclear weapons.

If it weren't for Narrow Sea City being a first-tier city in the Federation, with its high concentration of A-rank heroes, stricter and more rigorous regulations, and the fact that restrictions on minors weren't just empty talk, then in smaller third- and fourth-tier cities, even minors like [Twins], who had demonstrated unstoppable momentum in just a month, would be worshipped like a deity. Local officials and merchants would line up to curry their favor.

Even though being a superhero is not essentially a job within the system, due to the special fate of the owner, even underage girls like Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, who have just finished the college entrance examination, have a social status that ordinary people would find difficult to achieve in their entire lives.

This is not an exaggeration, but the actual reality. Such a phenomenon is happening every moment in every land of the Federation. The superiority of those with destiny has long been a natural consensus.

Even Fang Xuehan sometimes feels confused.

"Mu, why do you think our brother doesn't want to register with the federal government? He should be a natural-born possessor of destiny like us, right?"

On the bustling commercial street, people came and went, and occasionally their eyes fell on Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, simply because this pair of twin girls wearing sunglasses late at night was really a bit strange - with the boy's previous experience as a lesson, both of them wore sunglasses to cover up their most distinctive pupils.

"How could I possibly know about this? A psychopath like him might be a test subject that escaped from somewhere, or perhaps a sociopath with an evil nature..."

Fang Xuemu deliberately speculated in a tone full of malice, even a bit against Tiangang, but to her disappointment, there was no change around her, as if the owner of the dream didn't pay any attention to her at all, or didn't care even if he heard it.

"…Rather than wondering why that guy wants to hide his identity as the owner of the destiny, I'm actually more curious about the extent of his power!"

Fang Xuemu clenched her fists.