"Hao~Hao~" The gentle whisper of the crispy bone called in the ear, the earlobe was gently kissed by the moist and soft lips, and the soft dampness tugged at the heartstrings, is this the real touch of the dream?

Haoran was lying on the bed, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him with a blurred eye, the familiar fragrance, the familiar body temperature, and the infatuated young man of "Moon" called affectionately.

"Hmm." The beauty also responded softly, "Hao, it's so good to see you, I miss you so much" is still a little hazy and blurry, and she can't see clearly, but her mind can already be sure at this moment.

"Yue, I miss you so much~" Haoran wanted to hug his lover tightly, but it was obviously in front of him but out of reach, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Hao, stay with me, stay with me forever, okay? I don't want to be separated from you anymore. Zhou Yue's dreamy voice was still in Haoran's ears.

"Yue, I want to be with you too, but it's in my world!" Haoran opened his eyes suddenly, and his powerful spiritual power swept directly around him indiscriminately, immortalizing a huge wave of rejection! All the sheets, bedding, and clothes around me were blown away! What other weeks and months are there? All of this is an illusion between a dream and an illusion, which is directly rejected and blown away by Haoran's mental power.

The floor-to-ceiling door of the balcony was opened, and the rain outside was blown in by the wind at will, mixed with the cold smell of the outdoor high-rise building. Inside the room, Haoran got out of bed and walked to the side of the air humidifier, and the holy water in it had already volatilized clean since some time, and was it taken advantage of? Chu Renmei, you're starting to mess with me! Haoran walked to the floor-to-ceiling door, the cool breeze outside wantonly dispelled Haoran's sleepiness, Haoran took out the talisman and reattached it to close the door tightly.

There is no sleepiness anymore, and even on a very dark and rainy day, you can see the reddish of the sunrise, that bright color, rare warm colors, giving people hope for a new day. After closing the door, under the effect of the air conditioner in the room, the warmth began to rise, Haoran quickly got dressed, and scanned Zhao Yuankong's room, although keen people don't like other people's watching and observing, but where did Zhao Yuankong go? Haven't been back for so long. Did the single-brush king trigger the hidden plot? Still is? Directly challenge Chu Renmei? No, if Chu Renmei's will could still affect herself, it would be impossible for Zhao Yuankong to fight with her. Dead? Hao Ran immediately vetoed it as soon as he thought of it, a demonic killing genius was only mortally dangerous to his enemies.

On the third day, it began.

"Haoran, morning, did you sleep well last night?" Amya picked up a buffet breakfast in a living room on this floor that the Demon Team had chartered, saw Haoran, and greeted politely.

"Half of it." Haoran said an inexplicable answer, seeing the desire in his heart did make Haoran happy, but Haoran saw through such a crude temptation at once! Yue is already dead, but Haoran is a little self-deceived, thinking that Yue lives in his heart, which caused Chu Renmei's illusion to misjudge the will, and put Zhou Yue in front of Haoran, infinitely close to the truth. Walking to the breakfast buffet, I picked up a piece of baked cake that I had specially ordered to cook, nibbled half of it in one bite, and chewed it with relish.

"Huh?" Amya tilted her head curiously, thinking that Haoran was still worried about relinquishing command. After taking a sip of hot milk, he asked curiously, "Haoran, what are you drinking?" Milk? Or almond juice? ”

"Soy milk" Haoran looked at the breakfast where Chinese and Western cultures collided a little, and continued to chew on the baked cakes.

"Your sliced bread is so weird." Amya joked, "It's baked and dry, and it's sprinkled with sesame seeds on one side" ⊙_⊙b sweat wanted to set the mood of breakfast and offset the edges and corners of the next collaboration.

"It's called clay.oven.rolls," Haoran with a straight face was a little speechless.

"Ceramic cooking?" Before the early bird finished eating, the other members of the demon team came over one after another.

"Who else hasn't come?" Reinhardt himself took out a drink from the space prop and put it in warm water to heat it up, it should be a drink like blood.

"Zhao Yuankong" Niga Yabin closed his eyes and said with a headache.

"The God of Killing?" Rost also had a headache, "Who's going to call him?" Such a powerful assassin will be excellent combat power, Haoran, you go"

"No need to shout," Haoran's voice interjected, "He's a single-brush king, he likes to work alone, I haven't seen him yesterday." "Carrying a pancake in his mouth is a bit of a peculiar among a large group of white people who eat bread," and in this case, he usually hides somewhere to challenge a powerful object.

"Oh, you know that, right?" Rost looked back at Haoran, a cup of canned coffee in his hand. Haoran knew that Zhao Yuankong's other information exceeded the sum of everyone here, and even exceeded himself, but it could not be said, the truth was too unacceptable. "You mean he's single-handedly picking on Chu Renmei?"

"Impossible." Haoran then denied his words, which seemed to be contradictory. "If Zhao Yuankong challenges Chu Renmei, he will definitely die and survive, and I saw the hallucinations that Chu people didn't give me in the early morning."

"It's really a matter of pride." Rost commented, he didn't care about Haoran being attacked, he didn't dare to insult, who would dare to provoke Zhao Yuankong's madman? "Then let's get ready and let's go, that's called over there."

"Hair" hairs prompted.

"Fa Mao, that's right, you lead the way for us, and we will directly fight Chu Renmei head-on." Rost's racial discrimination is very serious, and it is difficult to retreat into advance if it is not hindered by Haoran's strength. "Haoran, don't hold that infinite ordinary bullet sand eagle, since it's a loaded spirit bullet, use a machine gun!"

"Just use mine." Reinhardt was so kind that he took out a miniature* from the space storage prop and handed it to Haoran, "If you hand over the command, you have to work harder in front." "I hope you accept my little gift," I added in my heart full of murderous intent. Haoran squinted and looked at Reinhardt's face as usual and handed over the miniature*, without speaking, would he really be so kind? After checking the equipment, I was already very careful, it was really difficult to move forward in this team.

Born as a hairy actor, he was very sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere in the team, and slowly ignored what those people were using space props, as if they were magically taking out one thing after another.

Suddenly, a white man ran in in a panic and shouted, "Oh no! Outside and outside, there are dead people with miserable white faces and moving bodies, foaming zombies! The white man was followed by a pair of white, foamed hands, scrambling out from behind the door.

"MD, I'm still having breakfast!" Rost snapped a goblin with a single shot, and the corpse immediately turned into a puddle of water. "Niga Yabin, what did you do with it? Didn't scan any of these people? ”

"No, it's not." Niga Yabin's face was heavy, "They're all water!" It was formed by a pipe that suddenly burst open! I've just found the source too! Stop talking nonsense, Rost, hurry up! As he spoke, he drew his bow and arrows without ambiguity, and a single enchanted arrow pierced through several of them.

"This appetizer is too heavy!" Ryan held a sandwich in his mouth and strafed the * loaded with spirit bullets, complaining endlessly.

"Really, is it because the reincarnation team members are too fragrant? How is the danger coming to the door? Could it be that Chu Renmei knew that we were going to beat her? Hugh looked at Haoran, who was still calmly shooting with the sand eagle, and sighed that his luck was not good.

"Who knows?" Haoran continued, this was the first time he had talked to Hugh and them, Hugh Xiaoleng for a moment, "Will you use this method to consume our bullets?" ”

"Your consciousness is that they are endless?" Hugh understood what Haoran meant, and stopped shooting and looked at the humanoid water monster that broke through the gate and rushed in. "Do you want me to give me a hint?" Seeing Haoran nodded, Hugh felt that this guy was really thinking a lot.

"Hugh, what are you doing? Why stop shooting? Reinhardt had been looking at Haoran, and when he saw him talking to Hugh, he suddenly became suspicious.

"Sorry, I found a pattern." Hugh then expanded his voice in accordance with Haoran's meaning, "These guys are cannon fodder made by Chu Renmei, which is endless, and the purpose is to consume our ammunition, spirit bullets. ”

"Damn it!" Rost simply gave up shooting, copied out his two-handed sword and slashed savagely, "Retreat!" Retreat in order! Reinhardt, Niga Abin, Haoran, Hugh, Ryan, and my palace, the others rushed out of the encirclement first! ”

"Really, it's troublesome." Ryan looked bitter when he heard that he was being named.

"If you want to live, change your personality!" Hugh shouted after a shuttle, "Don't be serious when you're dying!" ”

"Dead?" Ryan's expression changed 180 degrees, "I won't die!" And that's just the beginning! In an indescribably crazy tone, he took out a high-explosive* and threw it into the monster pile, "Boom! ”

Right! This is just the beginning, Haoran has one last glimpse of the indifferent Ryan with hidden psychological illness, Rost, your command is not perfect, at least, you will not be in the psychological counseling of the team!