Wang Xuanzhao just walked like this, she didn't know how long she had walked, and finally it seemed that she no longer seemed to be going down, but on a flat ground, and the road ahead was slowly widening, and she didn't know if she had reached the end, and she was still a little nervous before, and it seemed that all of them were gone at this time!

Looking around, this is a wide platform, but it seems to be empty, nothing, is it just an empty field with nothing when you enter here? Looking at the loop behind it, there is nothing again, just being introduced here and trapped here?

She walked around, but didn't she say that the forbidden place in the mountain behind the city lord's mansion was a spiritual pool? But where is it now? Why did she feel tired for a while, in a trance, as if she wanted to sit down and rest? Looking around again, the scene around her seemed to have changed, and a bed suddenly appeared in the central clearing, and there seemed to be a rustling sound in her ears, whispering quietly, telling her to go and lie down and rest for a while.

Wang Xuanzhao felt that he couldn't control his desire to lie on the bed, his steps were not controlled by him at all, and he felt that his eyelids were heavy, so he fell into the dark sweet country.

She opened her eyes again, she was momentarily stunned, she returned to the once short life, still in a somewhat dim rental house, and this more than a hundred years seemed to be just a dream of Nan Ke.

She looked at the alarm clock that was still ringing in her hand, and as a last resort, she changed her clothes and started her busy life again, going to and from work every day, constantly repeating, but every time she was ready to pinch a trick or wave her sleeves, she silently didn't know what to do, she felt that life was so incompatible with her, and she always felt that she had forgotten something.

I can't always find out that she shouldn't live this kind of life! As if the dream is her real life, she is indeed a monk, what is wrong?

She still lives as usual in and out of work, but as time goes on, as her body becomes more and more tired, and as she comes into contact with more and more personnel, she finally strengthens her beliefs.

She couldn't move anymore, she was only awake for a few hours a day, and the rest of the time was asleep. She looked at the various people around her who seemed to be like a model, and she looked at the plot that followed the script, but her mind became more and more clear.

When she found more and more flaws, her memory was slowly recovering, but she was still watching everything around her coldly, she wanted to see when it would end, and what was the ghostly spirit.

Maybe it's because of Wang Xuanzhao's cold and calm eyes, or maybe it's her sneering mockery, everything around her seems to be unable to go on anymore, as if it bursts like a bubble, and then, no matter which scene she changes, she can't be confused in the slightest.

Until she opened her eyes again, she saw her standing in the middle of the platform, where was the bed, surrounded by a dense crowd of monks, the same ones that had disappeared from the City Lord's Mansion before, all of them appeared here. Each person's face has a different expression, and it is obvious that they are controlled, or they are trapped in a fantasy and cannot extricate themselves.

In the divine consciousness was the shouting of Xiao Jiu and the dream demon, "Master, master, you finally woke up, you scared us to death, fortunately you woke up in time, otherwise you would have sunk into the dream, like them, you will never wake up again." ”

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Meng, you say I sank into a dream?" Wang Xuanzhao still felt a little unbelievable, her own Yuan Shen strength was very large, and she almost never had a dream, not to mention the existence of a dream demon in the sea of consciousness.

"Yes, I don't know what it is, it seems that it is born to see through people's weaknesses, see through the places that people mind most, and then attack, the means are still very powerful, this kind of thing is not space, not spiritual power, just to lure people into the cage of self. The Dream Demon spoke, her expression less solemn, she was asleep before, and she didn't wake up until she sensed the danger of her master.

If she cooperates with her master with all her might, this thing should be nothing, Wang Xuanzhao let go of her divine sense to observe, and found that all the monks' vitality was slowly passing away, and converging in one direction, she took a deep breath and began to walk in the direction of this ability, she wanted to see what it was.

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