When Feng Chuan returned to the bedroom, the three K gunners hurriedly switched the computer screen, but the sound in the speaker was not so easy to adjust to the minimum.

However, Feng Chuan didn't seem to see or hear it, so he went straight to the bed and lay down, covering his head with the quilt.

"It's off! Closed! Deng Zhuocheng beckoned Yang Xiaowu to turn off the X-film, and at the same time came to find out what was going on in Fengchuan. After all, the Audi A6 was made to look like that ghost, and it must be uncomfortable for any owner to change it.

Although Feng Chuan covered his head, he vaguely felt that someone was approaching. So he turned his body and said angrily: "No one pays attention to me, just let me stuff myself for a while." ”

Hearing him say this, Deng Zhuocheng walked back with his feet raised. The three K-gunners winked at each other, and then quietly reopened the X-ray they had just turned off.

Feng Chuan's eyes were dark, and he covered himself tightly. It seems that this state is more conducive to thinking.

First of all, Xiang Jin's exposition on time, space and cultivation system made Feng Chuan excited, but it was not these things that currently occupied Feng Chuan's mind, but ambulances and police cars, Huang Qian and his younger brother.

He wanted to take the initiative to inquire about Huang Qian's news, but he was worried that there were no three hundred taels of silver here. Why don't you spend it like this first, and if it's okay tomorrow, it should be fine.

"Heh~"

Feng Chuanmeng began to breathe under the quilt. The focus of cultivation is on the extraction and use of sharp qi, so the surface of the body does not change much during cultivation, and it looks as if he is in a daze.

Afternoon, dusk, evening......

Feng Chuan was anxious about the cultivation of tattoos, he didn't hear the news of Huang Qian, maybe he was too worried. Of course, it may also be because of the narrow news channels in the dormitory.

Soon it was time to go to bed, Feng Chuan tossed and turned, and fell asleep in a daze for a long time.

Vaguely, Feng Chuan dreamed of a bazaar, an ancient bazaar. The people who rushed to the market talked and laughed, and it was so lively.

Suddenly, a violent whirlwind blew from afar, and there was a translucent humanoid object in the whirlwind, and Feng Chuan named him Mysterio.

"Quack Quack Quack~"

The mystery man came with the wind, letting out a creepy laugh. Armed with two scimitars, he slaughtered everyone in the bazaar in an instant.

"Do you like the smell of blood?" Mysterio stands on top of a mountain of corpses, licking the blood from the tip of his knife.

What!

Feng Chuan hadn't figured out the situation yet, and in the blink of an eye, he dreamed of two skyscrapers again. The two skyscrapers stood side by side, like two shining silver peaks piercing into the sky.

Holding a pergola in his hand, Feng Chuan, who was standing on the ground, looked at the top of the building. Suddenly, there was a deafening loud bang ahead, and two skyscrapers collapsed at the same time.

Sou~

In the billowing smoke and dust from the explosion, Feng Chuan saw the translucent mystery man again. Mysterio proudly flew in front of Feng Chuan and asked sonorously, "Do you like the excitement of explosions?" ”

"Who the hell are you, and what do you want to do?" Feng Chuan asked puzzled.

As soon as the words fell, the vision changed again. This time, Fengchuan arrived in an uncivilized primitive society, where countless primitive people were naked, doing the most primitive exercises in pairs or groups of three or five.

Where's Mysterio?

Feng Chuan secretly clenched his fists.

At this time, there was the fierce howl of countless fierce beasts in the ears, followed by saber-toothed tigers and mammoths, rushing into the territory of primitive people in groups, primitive people picked up crude weapons to fight with fierce beasts, and in an instant screams and wails were connected.

The whole world turned into a purgatory on earth in an instant.

No way~

Why do you dream about these? Feng Chuan circled around the same place, searching everywhere for the traces of the mysterious guest.

"Do you like the most primitive impulses of man?" Mysterio's voice sounded behind him.

Feng Chuan turned around and asked angrily, "Who are you?" ”

Mysterio slowly folded his hands: "I am the one who can guide you. ”

"No, you don't!" Feng Chuan flatly refused.

"Young people don't need to worry, listen to my ideals first." Mysterio has a lot of confidence.

"Say." Feng Chuan bit his lip hard.

Mysterio proudly looks at the sky:

"My ideal is to create countless parallel universes with my own hands, and then destroy them with my own hands in different ways. For example, bloody killings, such as volcanic typhoons, such as nuclear explosions, such as plagues. All in all, how much fun is coming. ”

Feng Chuan said coldly: "Fancy destruction of parallel universes? ”

"Yes, your statement is on point, that's my ideal. Destruction, killing, chaos, take pleasure in it. Mysterio gave Feng Chuan a thumbs up.

"You're telling a joke, who likes to destroy their own creations with their own hands?" Feng Chuan was full of suspicions.

Quack quack~

Mysterio laughs like a devil in hell. He stretched out his index finger and shook it back and forth in front of Feng Chuan, and then said:

"If you think about it, isn't it often the case that children build blocks? Pull it up and knock it down yourself, and then build it up and knock it down again. And I'm just living too long, rejuvenating in terms of hobbies. ”

"!" Feng Chuan scolded.

Mysterio shook his head slowly:

"So let me talk about it from your point of view, suppose there are countless parallel universes now, and five of them are assigned to you to manage. On the premise of having time-space travel and soul snatching and other space-time abilities, how will you manage it? Or to put it bluntly, what role will you play in each of the five parallel universes? ”

"Five ......" sealed Chuan Nene.

"There is no shame in following your heart and speaking up." Instigated by the Mysterio.

After a little thought, Feng Chuan snapped his fingers and said:

"I will fight the end of the world in the first parallel universe; Be the Monarch of the Holy Ming in the second parallel universe; Become a football superstar in the third alternate universe; Be a great writer in the fourth parallel universe; In the fifth parallel universe...... Try playing as a super-rich playboy. ”

"Very conscious!" Mysterio patted Feng Chuan on the shoulder, "If you work with me, I promise to divide at least five parallel universes for you." ”

Feng Chuan shook his head: "The creator said that there is no parallel universe, and parallel universes must be avoided. ”

Hum!

The mysterious guest said coldly: "Don't listen to that bastard's fallacies, he himself is as timid as a mouse, and he doesn't dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step." But I'm different, as long as you work hard with me, you will be able to achieve your ideals. ”

Feng Chuan shook his head when he heard this: "Your ideals are frightening. No matter which parallel universe life is, they all deserve respect, but if you want to destroy them, I can't help you. ”

"Is it really impossible?" Mysterio stared into Feng Chuan's eyes.

"That's right." Feng Chuan replied very seriously.

"The Tao is not the same, it seems that you are destined to become cannon fodder in this battle." Mysterio stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly in front of Feng Chuan's eyes, "Forget it, just because I never appeared in your dream." ”

Swish~

Mysterio vanishes in an instant.

At the same time, in a luxurious manor on the other side of the ocean, an elegant middle-aged man took out a small notebook and put a cross on Feng Chuan's name.