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What the hell?

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The robin opened her beautiful eyes wide, still brimming with tears, and she really saw the light bulb!

However, before she could recover from the shock of having a light bulb on her head, the bulb disappeared without a trace, just as abruptly as it had appeared.

Qiong Jerry nimbly darted to the robin's feet, stretched out his little claws and precisely hooked the delicate lace of her skirt, then began to climb up using both hands and feet, quickly reaching the robin's knees, which were slightly bent due to her squatting posture.

Before the robin could react, the little mouse on the lap gave a powerful leap.

The fluffy little body traced a graceful arc and landed steadily on the robin's smooth, white, jade-like shoulders.

Ouch—it's so slippery!

Judging from the feel of the foothold alone, it was like stepping on polished tiles that had just been mopped and were still wet, perfectly illustrating what it means to have incredibly slippery old shoulders.

Fortunately, the robin isn't an ordinary girl; otherwise, if a mouse suddenly climbed on her and even stood on her shoulder, she'd probably be in trouble.

Once he had a firm footing, Qiong Jerry stretched out his little hand and pointed confidently towards the front of the corridor.

Do you want me to take you with me?

The robin winks.

Qiong Jerry nodded.

"it is good."

Robin had given up on sending Qiong away. This young man? A rat? He was beyond her imagination, full of mystery, which piqued her curiosity.

She slowly stood up, carefully maintaining her balance.

“Mr. Jerry,”

As she walked, she tentatively asked, "Can you... speak now?"

"can."

The voice belonging to Qiong rang out clearly.

"But in this state, I don't like to talk."

"Don't like to talk?"

The robin's eyebrows twitched slightly, sensing a hint of novelty.

Uh-huh!

Sitting on her shoulders, Kyon Jerry nodded his little head like a chick pecking at rice.

"I feel uncomfortable all over when I talk; it feels very strange."

Qiong speculates that the reason is probably because in the original Tom and Jerry cartoon, these two characters basically don't speak.

It's a harmless constraint, I suppose.

Just as the robin hesitated, a piece of paper with writing on it was handed to her.

Just tell me what's wrong, I can communicate with you through writing.

The handwriting is clear and powerful, flowing smoothly and powerfully.

What beautiful handwriting!

The writing of a mouse surpassed that of many calligraphy masters known to the robin.

"it is good……"

The robin nodded subconsciously, but then belatedly realized that he was looking at the paper and pen on his shoulder, which were much larger than his mouse.

Where did this pen and paper come from?!

Mr. Jerry took it out when he introduced himself, but then it disappeared, and now he's taken it out again?

He doesn't have any spatial equipment on him.

"Mr. Jerry, where do you want to go?"

The robin asked softly, and guided by the little mouse on its shoulder, they had already passed through several rooms.

A piece of paper was handed to her at just the right moment, the handwriting still flowing smoothly.

No need to add "Mr.", just call me Qiong or Jerry. I'm going to find my partner.

The robin's pupils dilate slightly.

What a fast writing speed!

But what she cared about more was the content.

Is Qiong his real name?

companion?

Is she Mr. Jerry's girlfriend?

"Is this her first time entering a dream, Jerry?"

The robin slowed its pace and explained softly:

"This is the depths of the Golden Hour, my private dream bubble, your companion... Normally, it's impossible to enter here."

"Getting from here to the boundary between reality and memory, where you might accidentally wander when you first encounter high-concentration memory matter, is a very complicated process."

“By the time we find the path, she will likely have already left that border area.”

However, the little mouse on the shoulder shook its head vigorously.

Perhaps it's because Tom and Jerry are a pair of transformation cards, or perhaps it's the bond between Tom and Jerry themselves.

In short, Qiong could clearly sense where his other half was.

The little mouse suddenly and nimbly jumped off the girl's rounded shoulders and landed steadily on the carpet.

He reached out and beckoned to the robin's slender hand hanging by her side.

"You... want my hand?"

The robin hesitated for a moment, then offered its slender, white hand clad in a silk glove.

Qiong Jerry smiled contentedly, his two little hands tightly gripping one of the robin's index fingers, as if he were holding onto a rudder.

His small body turned to face forward, his eyes focused intently, clearing his mind of all distractions, leaving only a single, pure thought.

Find Star Tom!

Then--

run!

"Wait, wait a minute?!"

Before the robin's cry of surprise had even faded, an unimaginable force suddenly surged from his fingertips.

The feeling was nothing like being led by a tiny mouse; it was more like being dragged along by an out-of-control vehicle.

Before she could even adjust her posture, she was forced to be dragged forward by that small brown figure in an extremely awkward, 45-degree forward-leaning, dragging position.

But this is just the beginning.

What happened next shattered the robin's worldview was that the surrounding dreamscape no longer receded at a constant speed, but began to twist, stretch, and fold!

A magnificent, golden corridor; floating decorations; flowing, ethereal light…

The space beneath her feet was compressed by the seemingly short steps of the mouse. She could clearly feel that a certain solid barrier of the dream dimension was being easily penetrated, like fragile glass.

How can this be? !

The robin's mind went blank, with only this thought whistling through it.

Even just penetrating from the surface of the golden moment to the deep dream crevices like the Dream Reef requires a specific path, method, or sufficient dream architect authority.

Mr. Jerry... how exactly is he moving?!

The robin felt that its worldview was also collapsing step by step, following in the footsteps of the mouse.

I don't know how much time passed.

It might have only been a minute, or it might have taken ten minutes.

Just as the robin felt it was about to fall apart from this awkward dragging posture, the terrifying pulling force finally disappeared.

boom!

Suddenly the door was opened.

The way it was opened was rather violent; the door slammed into the ground in a graceful arc.

This door is ruined.

The source of the violence was a mouse running across the door; it's unclear how its tiny body managed to violently pry open the heavy door.

The mouse stopped, but the momentum of the human rushing forward at high speed behind it did not disappear.

"ah--!"

The robin only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before it completely lost its balance and fell forward to the ground like a jade tree blown down by a gale.

And right below the trajectory of her fall was Qiong Jerry, who had just let go of her fingers and hadn't had time to run away yet.

The girl's breasts, wrapped in gorgeous purple lotus leaves and as full as the first snow covering the mountains, pressed down on the tiny brown mouse on the ground with the acceleration of a fall, like two collapsing snow mountains.

I'm going to become a mouse video again~

As Qiong Jerry gazed at the falling meteorite on the snow-capped mountain, this thought flashed through his mind.

Pfft!

The imagined crushing did not happen, and at the last second, Qiong felt that she could still salvage the situation.

With Jerry's incredible flexibility, he narrowly managed to wed himself into that deep, warm ravine.

The mouse's tiny body was tightly wrapped and squeezed by that amazing elasticity and slipperiness, as if it had fallen into a snow-white abyss full of deadly temptation.

He waved his little hands, steadying himself amidst the soft avalanche.

"Well!"

The robin let out a muffled groan and fell heavily onto the carpet.

However, the physical pain is far less than one percent of the mental and physiological shock at this moment.

She could clearly feel that small, furry, warm body moving slidably in the crevices.

She could even feel the strange, chilling sensation from the futile shoving of those little paws.

"Come out! Come out now!"

The robin's call was filled with unprecedented panic and embarrassment, and its face instantly flushed with a fiery red like the sunset.

Ignoring her aching knees and elbows, she frantically tried to prop herself up and get the wriggling little creature out.

Just as the robin stood up and Kyon Jerry poked his head out of the ditch, they saw the scene in the room in front of them and were stunned.

A gray-haired girl was seen with her torso pressed against the wall, her limbs raised in the air, spiraling through the corridor, from the ground to the wall and then to the ceiling, and back down to the ground.

The scene was so vivid that it resembled a bizarre creature going mad, making the robin feel for a moment as if it had entered a terrifying dream bubble.

Even though it's a dream, it's normal to walk on walls like they're flat ground, but what if you turned into a mouse and walked like Jerry did before?

That's still better than this kind of "normal" behavior—sliding along the wall with your chest and running with your butt!

Besides the gray-haired man who was going berserk, there was another figure.

Her long, bluish-purple hair spread out like burning purple flames, with the ends curling in a delicate arc.

The white cropped top is embroidered with purple intertwined branches, and the low neckline reveals delicate collarbones, bares one shoulder and armpit, while a black belt tightly binds the waist, creating a slender silhouette.

There was a flame tattoo on the inner thigh, with red and purple intertwined, like a burning purple fire, spreading along the curve of the leg, adding a touch of wildness.

What catches the eye is the longsword with a black hilt and silver-purple patterns on its scabbard.

She looked indifferently at the robin.

Suddenly, Xing jumped down from the ceiling and landed in front of the robin, staring wide-eyed at the brown mouse in the snowy ravine.

"Qiongzai?"