Wang Xiaoming had a long and strange dream.

He dreamed that at the gate of Star Picking City, he was in a mess.

His soul floated up from the shell, and the whole world was only gray and white, Wang Xiaoming waved his hand lightly at the corpse on the ground, and floated into the sky.

I don't know how long he traveled in the universe, he found himself back on Earth, walking aimlessly on the street, watching the bustling crowd around him ignore him, Wang Xiaoming's heart was desolate and lonely.

He kept walking and walking, and finally in a village that he couldn't find on the map, he met Wan'er.

"Why are you here?" Wang Xiaoming asked with some surprise, but before he could speak again, his mouth was blocked by a cold jade hand.

Seeing Wan'er's pretty face full of smiles, Wang Xiaoming didn't continue to ask, at this time, everything was not so important......

The two looked at each other and smiled, holding hands with each other, watching the sunset over the mountain stream.

The golden afterglow was reflected on Wan'er's white and tender face, which looked a little drunk red, and Wang Xiaoming was a little stupid.

The two of them snuggled up to each other like this, and under the background of the setting sun, their shadows were stretched so long......

Suddenly, the sun in the sky disappeared in an instant, and in an instant, the clouds were thick, and the drifting rain was like splashing water, and a thunderclap pierced the sky.

Wan'er turned her head to look at him, under the thunder light, her pretty face was full of horror, and she was pale with horror written on her face.

"No, you're not him!" Wan'er screamed, and the loud sound even drowned out the drifting rain.

After saying that, Wan'er struggled to stand up and ran into the distance.

Wang Xiaoming got up and chased after him, but Wan'er kept a distance not far from him.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.

Wan'er floated to the sky, and when she turned around, her face was already full of holiness, like a fairy above the nine heavens.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming on the ground, her lips opened slightly, she didn't know what language she was muttering, a jade hand was slowly raised, and there was a trace of murderous intent on her holy pretty face.

"You killed him...... Wan'er whispered.

Although this sentence is only 5 short words, Wang Xiaoming knows in his heart that the person Wan'er said who was killed by himself is the fool Wang Xiaoming before the seizure.

"No, it's not like that! I ......."

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly spoke, but in the middle of speaking, a beam of golden light from Wan'er's hand pierced his forehead.

"No !!"

Frightened, Wang Xiaoming woke up from his dream, turned over and sat up in a creepy manner, his body was wet, and he was sweating white.

The surroundings were dark, and it was late at night. Feeling the abundant Xuanling Qi in the air, Wang Xiaoming was sure that it was just a dream, and exhaled a breath of turbid air happily.

However, at this time, he felt something strange in his body.

He tried to lift the futon, but found that his right arm was missing, and only three fingers were left of his left hand.

In a hurry, Wang Xiaoming put his mutilated left hand into the futon, and after a while, he smiled bitterly and sat down decadently.

Thinking of what happened at the city gate before, Wang Xiaoming muttered, "Who saved me?"

There were only three lumps of flesh left at the joints of his right arm and legs, and the wounds had healed, and he appeared to have been unconscious for a long time.

Just when Wang Xiaoming was guessing who saved him, there was a squeak, and the door of the room was pushed open.

"Are you awake?"

The voice was very hoarse, with some vicissitudes, Wang Xiaoming guessed that it was an old man, but because the room was dark, Wang Xiaoming did not see the appearance of the old man, and did not answer.

Soon, a dim oil lamp was lit.

"It's you!"

Wang Xiaoming saw the old man's appearance clearly through the light, and suddenly exclaimed,

This old man who is over half a hundred years old turned out to be the owner of a fruit stall who was beaten by himself downstairs in the drunken fairy.

"Did you save me?" Wang Xiaoming said with some questions.

The old man was about to speak, but suddenly he covered his shoulders and leaned against the table with a painful expression, gasping for air.

"You, it doesn't matter to you. Wang Xiaoming asked with some surprise, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a large sarcoma on the old man's shoulder, twitching irregularly, propping up his clothes high.

"You rest first, I'll talk about it tomorrow......" The wrinkles on the old man's face were painfully huddled together, he waved his hand impatiently, and left with some difficulty.

"It's really strange, the last time he was in the Drunken Immortal Tower, his shoulders were no different!" Wang Xiaoming said to himself suspiciously. But since the old man didn't say anything, he didn't ask any questions. With the old man leaving, he was left alone in the whole room.

"System, are you still there?"

Wang Xiaoming asked secretly in his mind.

[Ding! I'm here.] ]

OK!

Wang Xiaoming patted his chest with his mutilated left hand, he had never felt that the cold voice of the system was so kind.

He wanted to ask about his legs, but as if he was obsessed, he asked, "System, what's the dream I had?"

He instinctively felt that this dream was definitely not an ordinary dream.

[Ding!] The host soul master's level is insufficient, so there is no comment. ]

The system's answer made Wang Xiaoming's heart tighten tightly.

If there is nothing in that dream, why is the system so ambiguous in its answer?

But asking again will not lead to anything, Wang Xiaoming shook his head and stopped thinking about it, forced down the uneasiness in his heart and asked: "System, my leg, and an arm, can I still recover ......?"

In fact, there is still a lot of hope in his heart, and there are definitely relevant props in the system store, but he has become a cripple at present, and it may be even more difficult to earn merit money. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming added, "Just talk about the methods I can do at present." ”

The recovery method is as follows, method 1, take the immortal Xuandan "Death Pill". Method two, buy the bloodline in the system store. ]

"What is bloodline?"

Explanation of the noun: bloodline. System shop props, which can change or strengthen the host's own bloodline, so that the host has some abilities of other races. ]

"And what bloodline is there to make my severed limb grow again?"

The bloodlines that meet the requirements are as follows: First, the Majin Buu bloodline, as long as there is one cell in the host after inheritance, it can be immortal and immortal. Sells for 1,000,000 merit points. Second, the Namek bloodline, as long as the host's head is not destroyed, all body organs can be reborn after inheritance. The price is 50,000 merit points. Third, the gecko system, which can only regenerate the five limbs of the body, costs 8888 merit points. ]

Eh, this can be there!

Wang Xiaoming still has 10,000 merit points that have not been used, although the curse of the oath needs 8,000 merit points to be clear, but as the so-called sharpening the knife does not mistakenly chop wood, the top priority is to heal his severed limbs first, and after he recovers his mobility, merit points will still be earned.

"System, buy Gecko blood. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming no longer hesitated.

The gecko bloodline has been purchased and is ready to be fused into the bloodline, and the host is about to hibernate. ]

The sound of the system sounded, and I thought it was clear that my eyelids were getting deeper and deeper, and I was falling into a deep sleep.