Daring!?

Okay!

Hoffa closed his eyes again.

When it was opened again, the AK47 turned into a hand-held howitzer!

He thought about it for a moment and decided that it still wouldn't work, so he closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, the howitzer turned into a giant flamethrower.

That's pretty much it...

He nodded in satisfaction.

Pull the valve, and the flamethrower spews out a fire dragon that is tens of meters long.

He engulfed the pursuing police dogs and policemen, and burned the skirts of the two medieval girls who were having an elegant picnic next to them.

"Hahaha~"

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh.

He thought it was a little funny.

But before he could celebrate his audacity for three seconds.

Thundered!

Dozens of Tiger tanks rushed out of the raging fire.

A few policemen behind him actually chased after him in tanks!

It didn't take long for Hoffa to be clogged in the streets by a dense crowd of nearly 100,000 subconscious, most of them barking hounds, a few of them rumbling out of the tank.

He thought to himself that Sylby had never let himself down, he could toss so much without magic, and if it weren't for the Slytherin curse, he was afraid that he would have been able to lie on the bridge in Helheim and enjoy his retirement.

He turned his horse's head and tried to leave the encirclement from the alleys of the streets.

However, at such a tense moment, an untimely guy rushed out of the alley and said in a majestic voice: "Stop, you are surrounded by us!"

He wears a black bodysuit, rides on a horse, and wears a retro cloak behind him, which is both retro and sassy.

"Who are you?" asked Hoffa, seeing that he was not the group subconscious.

"Good question!"

The man said happily, his hair flicked coolly, and blindfolds appeared on his eyes: "I am Diego on the surface, pretending to be timid and afraid-" I drew a foil from my waist-" But in the middle of the night, I put on my makeup and set off, raising my sharp sword to administer justice, rob the rich and give to the poor. Who am I?

Zorro pointed his sword at Hoffa and changed his dramatic tone: "Die, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

It turned out to be another guy who was dreaming, and Hoffa's vigilance relaxed a little, but it wasn't over yet, another handsome boy in a green hat flew through the sky and landed next to "Zorro", "Oh hi, Zorro, do you need help?"

"Go away, Peter Pan, this is my opponent!"

Zorro said, sword in hand, standing on the tank, crossed his waist, "For God's sake, let's have a one-on-one duel of life and death, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

Hoffa hadn't answered yet.

The boy who looked like Peter Pan saw him and exclaimed, "Captain Hook, it's you, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Then, he also drew a sword, but the sword was a wooden sword: "Hand over the little fairy quickly." ”

Zorro was not pleased, and he withdrew his sword: "Peter Pan, if you must steal the limelight from me, then we will only have one point ahead." ”

"You don't even have a horse, how can you be my opponent. Peter Pan said.

Zorro sneered, he slashed his sword, "Arrogant and rude, it's time for you to suffer a little." ”

"Come on, Masked Knight, I've been trying to compete with you. Peter Pan rushed forward brandishing his wooden sword.

Jingle bell.

The two dreamers were unwittingly scuffled together, and Hoffa didn't even know what was happening. Thinking about it, he could only understand this as a dream.

He sped his horse away, trying to sneak away as the two men were fighting, but a third man fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a thud.

It was a muscular man with a ** upper body, as muscular as the world bodybuilding champion, he had a full beard, a shield in one hand, and a hammer in the other.

"I've finally found you, Jörmungad!"

The strong man shouted in ecstasy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hoffa asked.

"Don't you know me, I'm Thor!"

The strong man was aggrieved, tears rolling in his eyes.

That expression sent a chill down the spine of Hoffa.

In front of him were three stupid hangers who were dreaming, and behind them, the subconscious of the group was getting closer and closer, the tanks were rumbling apart, and the barrels of the guns couldn't help but spew flames.

He hugged the neck of the nightmare god's horse and said loudly, "It seems that we have no way out." ”

"Do you have the audacity to do that?"

The god of nightmares turned into a centaur reproached him: "If you "die" here, your real-world body will also become a vegetative body." ”

"You get smaller first!"

Hoffa yelled in the ears of the centaurs.

The centaur turned into a sparrow and fell into the hands of Hoffa.

Under fire, Hoffa closed his eyes, and he turned into a pedestrian helicopter, with a propeller popping out of his head, flying straight upward. Dodged the first round of artillery fire on the ground.

Peter Pan and Zorro, who were fighting on the ground, were not happy to see the fight.

"Stop, Captain Hook!" Peter Pan flew up and chased after him.

"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, you can't get far!" Zorro shouted, holding his hat.

"Jörmungad, wait for me, we haven't decided yet!" Thor picked up the hammer from the ground, and the lightning flashed, and he actually floated.

Looking at Peter Pan and Thor, who had caught up, Hoffa smiled coldly, closed his eyes again, and when he opened his eyes again, his body turned into the most graceful and smooth triangle.

Looking at his appearance, he laughed, and happily gave a middle finger to the subconscious of a few turtle groups behind him: "Eat fart, stinky brother!"

After saying that, with a loud sonic boom, it only took a second for him to disappear from the subconscious sight of all the groups. The wind blew Peter Pan out of the air and cried out in despair, "Oh no, my old enemy, my life." ”

Zorro hated and threw away his hat: "Damn, don't steal the limelight like this!"

Thor threw out his hammer and shouted, "Wait for me, Jörmungad, and I will find you!"

......

......

The hammer didn't catch up with Hoffa after all.

The air currents swept through the air, leaving the three of them far behind.

"I take my words back, you are bolder than I thought. ”

The god of nightmares couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you. Hoffa, who turned into a Blackbird reconnaissance plane, replied.

"What is this?"

The god of nightmares turned back into a beauty, and sat in the cabin curiously and fumbled around: "Muggle planes in fifty years?"

Hoffa smiled and didn't answer, he naturally wouldn't tell the god of nightmares that he had become an American Blackbird reconnaissance plane, with a speed of up to Mach three per second, and could fly out a kilometer in a second, which was naturally not something that Peter Pan or an old antique plane from World War II could catch up.

He discovered the benefits of sweet dreams.

Here he can do almost anything he wants, completely unrestrained, if in the real world, he wants to turn into a Blackbird reconnaissance plane, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream, too unrealistic, even if his Transfiguration is a hundred times more powerful than now, because he doesn't understand the structure of the Blackbird at all, let alone how it works.

But in his dreams, he did it so easily, just because he wanted to be like this.

No wonder so many people are trapped in this world and can't extricate themselves, in the real world, there are nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things, and a few can really bear it.

After shaking off that pile of group subconscious. The Blackbird reconnaissance plane streaked across the sky, re-transformed into a human, and landed on the ground.

This area was much quieter than the place where I had just entered the dream, the ground was covered with soft grass, and the grass was full of unknown red fruits, which were crystal clear. Under the shade of a tall tree, a group of snow-white girls were having a picnic, and they saw the two Hoffa standing in the distance, covering their mouths and laughing delicately.

Hoffa sat on the ground, grabbed a crystal clear fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it with taste, and a gust of wind blew, causing several girls in the distance to laugh, everything was so harmonious.

"What are you thinking?"

The god of nightmares sat down beside him.

"I was just thinking that if I could have what I wanted, did that mean that the more I knew, the more I could do. ”

"That's true. ”

"But it's not uninhibited. Hoffa said lightly: "Just now, I summed up two rules of this world. ”

"You say. ”

"One, I can only imagine things that are within the scope of my cognition, and what is beyond the scope of my cognition, sweet dreams cannot help me realize them.

Two, I have to enjoy this dream with my heart, otherwise the group subconscious will come to me for trouble and clear me out as an alien. ”

"Not bad. ”

The Nightmare God nodded, "But what does this have to do with you looking for Sylbie?"

"It's a big deal. ”

Hoffa says:

"The dreams we see are just illusions, and if Silby Spencer sets these rules, then we can only get closer to Silby in the world of rules. ”

The Nightmare God frowned, "What do you mean...?"

"I mean, we're definitely not going to find him here. ”

With that, he stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked to the girls who were picnicking under the tree with a smile on his face. When the girl saw a boy coming, she immediately laughed shyly.

These men must be the kind of people who value rituals in the real world, and Hoffa can see them spread neatly lattice tablecloths on the floor, and cut the delicate cakes into neat pieces and place them on plates, behind which the knives and forks are arranged in a standard figure-of-eight.

"Oh, hi. He greeted him in a friendly way.

Several girls immediately chirped and laughed, and they all covered their mouths.

Hoffa crouched down beside them, "Do you all live here?"

"Yes," said one bold girl, "I live in that castle with my little sisters. ”

She pointed her finger into the distance, and Hoffa looked, where there was a hazy castle, not really.

"Are you a man, a knight, a baron, or a marquis?"

The talkative girl asked.

"I'm nothing. Hoffa said, "Proletarians." ”

"Cut,"

The bold girl immediately showed a look of disdain, folded her arms and stopped talking. One of them, however, was a girl who had been looking at Hoffa with a shy and evasive look.

"It's so beautiful. ”

Hoffa pointed to the cake and exclaimed, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes.... Yes, I did it myself. The girl who peeked at him raised her hand, blushed, and stammered, looking very shy.

"Nice, can I eat some?" asked Hoffa, pointing to the cake.

"Let's eat~"

The shy girl hurriedly picked up the small carved plate with her snow-white hands and put it in front of him.

Hoffa forked a small piece with a silver fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The shy girl clenched her fists in her chest, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his compliment. The bold girl still held her arms and looked at him impatiently.

The cake is delicious, fluffy and delicious, with a moderate sweetness.

But Hoffa closed his eyes and carefully imagined a piece of dog shit in his mind, and sure enough, the piece of cake turned into a piece of dog shit in his mouth, and became crying, astringent, and disgusting.

"Gross!"

His face turned pale, he spit out shit with a wow, and shouted, "What did you eat for me, it's so disgusting!?"

The girl waiting for the compliment looked at the puddle of mud he had spit out, stuck to the fine tablecloth and cake, and her eyes widened in astonishment, and she let out a scream of horror.

"Ah!!h

Then, like cats whose tails have been trampled on, they cried and panicked, and they scattered in all directions, and one of them stepped on his skirt and even fell to the ground.

The god of nightmares watched this scene from a distance and shook his head helplessly.

As soon as the girl left, a large number of heavily armed medieval soldiers rushed towards her on horseback, their eyes fierce and fierce. Just like a housewife with a heavy cleanliness who sees a stain on a wall, she is bound to exterminate the heretics who spoil the beauty of dreams.

Hoffa didn't have time to wipe his mouth, so he immediately rushed back to the nightmare god, pulled her to lie on the grass and began to kiss wildly.

Not only did he kiss, but he did his best to imagine the other person as Aglaia, imagining that he was now lying on the grass with her.

The nightmare god who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years almost didn't vomit, but when he saw the group of soldiers rushing towards him in the distance, he immediately reined in his mood and began to enjoy the moment in intoxication.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of horses' hooves was like a tide.

The heavily armed subconscious soldiers rushed over and drew their blades with a thud. As a result, I only saw two people under the tree, and I suddenly looked very confused. They turned their horses' heads around the pile of shit.

They lost their purpose.

After a few turns, they couldn't find out who had ruined the dream, so they put away their blades. Scoop up the pile of dog shit on the ground, turn the horse's head again, and go back the way it came.

When Yu Guang saw the subconscious soldiers, Huo Fa immediately got up and hurriedly said, "Let's go, let's follow!"

The god of nightmares then understood what Hoffa was trying to do, and it lay on the ground and turned into a horse, and Hoffa turned into a soldier, turned on his horse, and followed the group of soldiers who were enforcing the rules.