Liang De didn't care whether Oldman woke up or not, the martial arts primordial god left the body of the brown-haired young man, and instantly merged with the body released from the Haina Illusion Collection.

Liang De's left hand tightly grasped Oldman's spirit body that was kneaded into the size of curry fish balls, and dozens of gray-black primordial tentacles stretched out from his palm and tightly wrapped around the dark yellow spirit fish ball, making it impossible for him to escape.

With his other hand, he used his innate divine power, fully infused with his true internal qi, and on the palm of his hand, it showed a blackcurrant amber-like luster.

The blackcurrant amber innate divine power vibrated at high speed at the frequency of the golden snake's rigidity and softness, manipulating the air to lock the body of the brown-haired young man on the ground and lift him up.

"Oldman Maru, a single ball spirit body, possessed and combined!"

Liang De violently pressed the fish ball spirit body and the brown-haired youth's body together in a loud roar, making its form and spirit one.

Oldman woke up soon after returning to his body, and the brown-haired young man's turquoise eyes were full of panic, and he didn't know what to say to the visitor in front of him.

Liang De didn't bother to explain too much, held down Oldman's head and gave him a pair of demonized eagle eyes, and then took out a pair of mechanical batwings from the Haina Illusion Collection, picked up Oldman, who was screaming with sore eyes, and flew up to a height of thousands of meters.

"Open your eyes and look around!"

Liang De used the golden snake to control Oldman's skeletal muscles, causing him to open a pair of demonized eagle eyes, and twist his neck through the telescope in Liang De's hand to see the surrounding scene.

Gobi, Gobi, Gobi.

On all sides is the desolate Gobi Desert.

Thousands of kilometers away, at the end of the Gobi, there is not an oasis or a town, but a mystical dream barrier.

There is no trace of the frontier of the empire in Oldman's memory.

What about my empire?

What about an empire my size?

Liang De flapped his mechanical batwings and hovered in the air, and when Oldman recovered from the shock, he carried him back to the ground.

He used the phantom sea to refine two sofas and a square table, sat on one side with Oldman, and picked up the small blue camera hanging around his neck to take a few headshots of Oldman's composition.

"Brother, you also saw it in the sky just now.

It's a dream world, and there's nothing but the Gobi Desert.

You are a dream character.

Your empire is fake, your county is fake, and the whole family and enemies who have been destroyed are all fake, and they never existed.

There is no blood feud, there is no outlaw journey, these things you remember are completely fake, false memories filled in by the dream world when the soul was created.

Your body is a dream world directly constructed by earth, water, wind and fire, born and raised, an orphan without a mother, but not the mother you remember, you don't have a mother in the first place, do you understand what I mean? ”

Liang De consciousness was interceded and explained the current situation to Oldman very kindly.

"Am I a dream character?"

Oldman unconsciously tugged at the armrest of the couch, his voice dry.

"It's not just you, they're too."

Liang De dragged down a "Soul of the Otherworld" from the sky, rubbed an ordinary human body and stuffed him into it.

I saw that the "Soul of the Other World" was confused for a while after getting the body, and then reached out to hold the copper bottle that did not exist on his chest, and a look of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face, and he shouted in a standard Handan dialect: "System!" ”

Liang De pulled out this "Soul of the Other World" and stuffed it in, and within a few seconds, the "Soul of the Other World" with the accent of Handan repeated the previous action.

"See, no, fake, repeater, it's not a complete soul, it's not self-conscious, it's just a patchwork of simple tool souls."

Liang De broke open the "Otherworldly Souls" in front of Oldman and crumpled the display parts, so that he could see what these "Otherworldly Souls" were.

"What about me? Am I also a tool soul? ”

At this time, there was no trace of blood on Oldman's face, and his voice was inaudible.

"You're not like them, you're a whole soul, just filled with a lot of false memories."

"Why, why did the man who created us do this?"

Oldman asked with a twinkle in his eyes and a trembling lip.

"Why? If you dream about it, you just dream about it.

You must have false memories of dreams too.

Brother, there is no earth-shattering conspiracy, but there is a powerful being named 'Spasmodic Pain' who dreams of being reflected by Kukai and generates such a dream world on the other side, objectively speaking, this is a natural phenomenon, and it can't rely on the dreamer at all.

As for why Mr. 'Spasmodic Pain' dreamed of such a plot, it may be that he has some views on systematic works for a long time, and he has been thinking about it day and night. ”

Liang De lifted Erlang's legs, put the notebook on his lap, placed a voice recorder on the table, and set up a fixed camera with a tripod next to the table, looking like a professional reporter.

"Brother, the current situation has been explained to you, can you talk more about your current feelings."

"My thoughts...... Who are you? ”

"Me? I'm just a passing Realm Originator, and I've just come here to collect wind. ”

Liang De saw that Oldman didn't understand what he understood, and his backhand was a Mr. Liang essence language package slapped on the brains of this brown-haired young man, and by the way, it also attached some basic common sense of the dream world of the true essence.

After Oldman digested the knowledge transmitted by Liang De in the two-phase communication method, he collapsed in the sofa like a crumpled plastic bag.

What's the situation?

I just passed the language pack, and it didn't contain my personal life philosophy!

Liang De hurriedly shook the salted fish Oldman, and said with concern as he shook it:

"Brother, what's the matter with you?"

"In twenty days at most, the world will be destroyed, and I will be destroyed with this world......"

Oldman muttered to himself in Chinese, unconsciously with a sense of an aria outside the gates.

"God, what is the point of my false and short life?"

Liang De was overjoyed, yes, that's it, what he wants is this feeling of King Wen playing Zhou Yi and Zhong Ni'e as Spring and Autumn.

As the so-called article hate, Brother Oldman, you have experienced the ups and downs of life, and on an ordinary day, you find that everything in the past is just a lie, and this false world is about to be destroyed, leaving you no time to find the meaning of life.

In the face of this great impermanence, your literary soul should burn brightly, burst out with the strongest voice that hits the heart, and leave an immortal chapter on the other side of the empty sea.

How fortunate I am to be able to witness the birth of a masterpiece in the dream world of the essence of the essence, it is really worth the trip.

Liang De took the pen and paper and stared intently at Oldman, who had entered a state of deep thought.

This is the calm before the storm, and once he turns his emotions and thoughts into words as sharp as a sword, it is the time when a serious literary masterpiece is born!

Liang De watched intently as Oldman staggered up from the sofa, only to see the white-skinned and blue-eyed brown-haired young man with a face full of grief and indignation, looking up to the sky and roaring:

"Your second uncle! Click to solve the problem! ”

Your second uncle's! What about serious literature!