(2nd Update)

After driving Platinum Bishop Salas and a hundred Soul Hall soul masters out of the dream space, Yang Ming found that he did not immediately withdraw from the dream realm, perhaps because the body outside had not woken up yet.

With the help of the Dream King physique obtained from Hearthstone Ysera, Yang Ming wandered through the dreams of all beings and found strange dreams one after another.

The things that human beings have thought about during the day often appear in their dreams after falling asleep at night, which is the so-called thinking about the day and dreaming at night.

And human beings are the most emotional creatures, anger, joy, surprise, and fear will all build a dreamlike dream, which also makes Yang Ming feel like an eye-opener.

I don't know how long I was wandering, but Yang Ming found that he had actually come to a strange dream, which was an inn in Heaven Dou City, and there were two people talking in it.

These two people, one old and one young, happen to be familiar faces of Yang Ming.

The old man was dressed in a well-cut red robe, the folds on his face were clearly visible, and his eyes were deep and full of wisdom.

And the other one, Feng Xiaotian, who had already "died", clearly entered Yang Ming's ears with the conversation between the two.

"Young people, there is only one opportunity, if you miss it, you will miss it permanently, especially the person you love, if you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime, do you really want to see your beloved and other men walk together and laugh and laugh, and ignore you as a passerby?"

Yang Ming clearly saw that when Platinum Bishop Salas said this, Feng Xiaotian lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his face showed a hideous look several times, obviously his heart was also extremely tormented and painful.

But in the end, Feng Xiaotian showed a determined look in his eyes and said:

"Yang Ming, you forced me to do this!"

Yang Ming stood in the corner of the inn in the dream realm, quietly watching this scene, and had some funny feelings in his heart.

It turns out that the truth is actually like this?

Feng Xiaotian just mistakenly thought that Huo Wu liked him, so out of jealousy or jealousy, he agreed to this plan of Platinum Bishop Salas?

So......

This dream is obviously not the platinum bishop Salas who has just been frustrated by Yang Ming, but the genius who has fallen into a state of suspended animation.

After all, fake death is not real death, it is just falling into a deep slumber.

"I see."

Yang Ming had a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said secretly:

"Now that the truth has been found, then I have to find a way to tell Sword Douluo Chenxin about this matter, and ask him to relay it to Ning Fengzhi and ask him to help clarify the facts and release me from the Martial Spirit Palace."

"It's just that here's the problem, now those Templars are watching me so closely that they don't even give me a chance to talk to Sword Douluo Chenxin, how can I convey this news?"

Yang Ming scratched his head, feeling that this matter seemed to be a little tricky.

He walked around in the realm, looking at the bizarre scene around him, slapped his head suddenly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and said:

"I'm stupid, I can convey this news of mine through dreams!"

Just do it.

Yang Ming immediately moved his hand, and after getting rid of the dream of the wind and laughing sky, he began to search for the dream where Ning Fengzhi was located nearby.

Heaven Dou City has a population of one million people, and it is not a matter of looking for a needle in a haystack to find a person's dream in the dreams of millions of people.

But fortunately, Yang Ming has perseverance and perseverance, if it doesn't work in one night, then in two nights, he can always find Ning Fengzhi's dream.

But what Yang Ming didn't know was that Ning Fengzhi was running around for his affairs, and he had barely closed his eyes in the past two nights, and he was busy in the investigation, so tonight, Yang Ming's efforts must have been in vain.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, some Templars did not see Bishop Salas Platinum coming out of the chamber for a long time, and for fear that something would happen to him, they chose to break the door into the chamber.

It's just that, contrary to the Templar's imagination, there was no big accident in sight, and a hundred soul masters of the Soul Palace, including Platinum Bishop Salas, were all in the secret room intact......

That's weird!

However, among the hundred soul masters, there are now only more than 70 left, and more than 20 soul masters have their heads exploded, and their bodies have already collapsed in a pool of blood, and the closed secret room is filled with a strong smell of blood and corpses, which stinks so much that it stinks.

If it weren't for the fact that the Templar had seen too many dead people, he might have fallen to the ground and vomited.

Even so, the Templar's face was definitely not good-looking, and he hurriedly came to the side of Bishop Salas, nodded to the ground with his knees, half-crouched on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Lord Salas, are you alright?"

To his surprise, Bishop Salas's eyes were no longer as shrewd and deep as they had been, but instead revealed a sense of cleanliness like a newborn baby, and after looking the Templar up and down with curiosity, he said something that made the other party blackened inside and out, saying:

"Daddy, I want milk!"

The Templar froze, staring at the platinum bishop known for his wisdom in the Spirit Hall with a dead gaze, wondering if he was making fun of him.

Joke, you call me dad, you still have to drink milk, is there any mistake!

Of course, the Templar was extremely indignant, but he did not dare to contradict the other party, for fear that one of the Platinum Bishops would accidentally anger the Platinum Bishop Salas and give him small shoes every minute.

It's just that Platinum Bishop Salas has been hit by Yang Ming's hammer in the dream world, resulting in great mental trauma, if it weren't for his superb strength, I'm afraid he would have been as rotten as a watermelon like those unlucky children.

Even if he was lucky enough to survive, Bishop Salas had become mentally retarded, like a hungry child looking for milk from his father, and his old hand clung to the edge of the hapless Templar's armor, and he didn't let go, just a force:

"Daddy, I'm going to drink milk, drink milk, drink milk!"

Repeat the important thing three times!

The Templar's heart was about to collapse, my lord, don't play tricks on me like this, okay, where did I get the milk for you to drink?

Ah no, even if I had, how could I give you this old immortal?

Seeing that the Platinum Bishop Salas was about to take off his armor and even close his mouth, the Templar shuddered and pushed him over......

This push directly pushed Platinum Bishop Salas to the ground.

Then, he cried.