The charter lady came back, and the charter wife, who felt that there was not much time, had no time to argue, so she directly led everyone to the Buddhist hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the constantly reverberating bell, the voice of the charter lady sounded, although it didn't sound loud, but it was able to suppress the bell that had been ringing in the ears - "Don't say that I am better than you, let's follow the old rules, let the Bodhisattva make a decision, all the villagers and elders testify, sign and stay, sign and leave." ”

As the charter woman shook the lottery holder in her hand, Feng Xue tried to pass on a trace of strength, wanting to try if she changed the result of the lottery, whether the charter woman would take action to protect a few people.

However, things are not as simple as imagined, and the strong power of dreams wraps around the lottery holder, protecting it from functioning correctly.

This is a good use, as the famous saying goes, before the coin falls, the coin in the heart has fallen.

The dream world, on the other hand, has changed its order - it is only after the coin in the heart has fallen that the coin in the dream has fallen.

Among the two choices of "good people have good rewards" and "good deeds must bear the consequences", Ah Xing's subconscious finally chose the latter, which can also see how huge the blow to him is that the failure of "Hero Saves Beauty" and realizing that he has been deceived are to him.

directly made Ah Xing's entire outlook on life a little deviated.

Good people must have power.

This is the most violent thought in Ah Xing's subconscious at this time.

So, before the lottery in the holder starts to pop up, the answer is already predestined.

Sure enough, the moment the next sign landed, Feng Xue had a bad premonition that began to appear, and with that feeling, a trace of black qi began to wrap around Feng Xue's body in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

"Nightmare power? No, no, it's still the power of dreams, it's just, why is it black...... Feng Xue frowned, this kind of black dream power really didn't give him a very good feeling, it seemed like ...... It's like when Qiu Huarui ran out of luck.

"This kind of power is extracting my luck?" Feng Xue didn't know why, and he didn't know whether it was the controlled lower sign that determined his fortune decline, or whether it was the forced decline of the fortune that led to the appearance of the next lottery.

But in any case, this black dream power is definitely not a good thing.

The sky was getting dark, and Feng Xue and the four of them began to say goodbye.

In line with the purest wishes of the warriors, the four of them launched a final battle.

However, with this simple discussion, Feng Xue felt that the power of the black dream became more and more vigorous, as if it indicated that the nightmare was coming.

Feng Xue's mood was very low, because the previous exchange seemed to have directly exhausted the last "martial arts" on several people.

Similar to food luck, martial luck is a kind of luck that refers to the luck of battle, and in the island nation, martial luck is the highest blessing for those who are about to face an important battle, and this blessing, after sublimation, becomes a force equivalent to food luck. However, unlike the food luck, there is still no ability to directly or indirectly use the martial arts, therefore, the martial arts have not been able to be separated from the fortune of the times like the food luck and become a separate kind of fortune (in fact, the Beidou God Fist can reduce the enemy's martial luck, and the Sea Tiger Blasting Fist can ignore the interference of the martial arts when it reaches a certain level, but it cannot be directly improved).

Night fell, and a trace of murder suddenly appeared in the pigpen walled city, and the fallen leaves withered in the cold wind in this early summer, all this untimely scene was so natural at this moment, and the huge pressure made Feng Xue almost crazy.

"I see, this is a nightmare!" Feng Xue suddenly understood the situation at this time, dreams are not static, sometimes it is still a dream, but it becomes a nightmare in a blink of an eye, and this is exactly the case at this moment, Ah Xing's desire for the hero's psychology made the three martial arts masters appear, and in a blink of an eye, Ah Xing's subconscious "malice (or hesitation)" made the "price" come, so the original dream of the hero's debut became the nightmare of the hero's death.

At this time, Feng Xue suddenly felt that she had read too little, otherwise she could use some psychological knowledge to induce Ah Xing's subconscious to change from a nightmare to a sweet dream again.

However, he did not study psychology in his previous life, and he did not take similar elective courses in this life, so in the face of this situation, he could only choose to wait passively, waiting for the arrangement of the dream master.

The bleak and murderous notes sounded, Feng Xue's heart tightened, although the coolie was the worst kung fu, he was the most righteous person, unlike the tailor who showed his skills in order to protect himself, and the fried ghost who joined the battle because of the surge of blood, he really took action to protect others.

For this person, even if it was just in a dream, Feng Xue wanted to save it!

However, the appearance of a figure shattered Feng Xue's thoughts.

It was a man wearing sunglasses and wearing clothes that looked a little like those worn by spies during the Anti-Japanese War, but he looked much older, like a blind man who pulled erhu under the flyover.

However, Feng Xue recognized the other party at a glance - Di Que.

"Why is Di Que here? Didn't he go to deal with the tailor?" Feng Xue quickly flashed this thought in his mind, but soon, he regained his composure, there were only three people in the original book, and now that he has more of himself, as a killer, he naturally has to start with the weak first, and kung fu is such a thing, although it is not that the older he gets, the more powerful he is, but Feng Xue, a teenager who is about sixteen years old, is obviously weaker than others in their eyes.

Just when Feng Xue was hesitating whether to do it directly or go to save people first, a terrible cat meow sounded, Feng Xue's heart tightened, but it was already too late......

"Boss, come to a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Di Que said softly, but Feng Xue only felt a chill, because the sound of the piano did not stop!

After knowing Xia Mi for so long, he can still hear whether there is murder in the piano sound.

"The evil guest is coming, is he just here to eat noodles?" Feng Xue looked at the ground coldly, but heard a "Zheng" sound outside the door, but it was the sound of metal breaking!

"It's not good, tailor!" Feng Xue was stunned, and no matter how Di Que reacted, the whole person crashed out of the door, but just saw the picture of the tailor being beaten out.

"Damn! The original Heavenly Remnant is definitely not so strong!" Feng Xue only had time to kick out a stone to interrupt the Heavenly Remnant's killing move, and a pair of sharp claws came from behind Feng Xue!

The claw skills lacking in the "......" are just mediocre, and they are two points worse than the tailor's iron fist, but the sharp and pitch-black nails make Feng Xue dare not resist, God knows if the hands of this kind of killer will be poisonous?

"Drink!" exhaled, his left foot was forced, and the strength of his whole body instantly twisted into a force, and with this shout, it turned into an overwhelming punch and smashed straight to the ground.

There is no temptation to punch back and forth, and there is no godly killing move, just such a simple and direct punch actually makes the earth lack have no room to dodge and eat hard.

With a cry of pain, the whole person was smashed and flew out!