"Whew... Whew..."

Zhao Ming woke up from the bed suddenly, grabbed the quilt, and looked around vigilantly.

Closets, computer desks, floor-to-ceiling windows...

Nice, own room.

Take a breath of relief and slowly relax.

just

Are you dreaming?

That old man who kept saying that illusion was king, and that dreams were all heretics actually appeared in his dreams?

Moreover, he also said that he killed people and robbed the trick?

It's just nonsense, who grabbed something, obviously he got it in exchange, right?

Sure enough, dreams and reality are opposites.

The only difference is that this time the dream feels too realistic.

It's cold, it's really cold in my dreams.

Hey?

How does it feel so hot?

Zhao Ming involuntarily touched the sweat on his head, and saw the crystal liquid on the tip of his hand, and for a while, he was a little unsure.

Didn't turn on the air conditioning last night.

If you don't have the air conditioner on, why do you feel cold in your dreams?

When people are dreaming, the feelings in the dream are closely related to the actual situation, for example, when you fall asleep and want to shhhh, you will always look for the toilet in the dream.

But what happened to his mother?

In reality, it's hot to death, but in dreams it's cold to death.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ming hurriedly condensed the [Fantasy Introduction], opened it and saw that it was Chinese Simplified.

Remembering the old man's last words in his mind,

"As for the book, I've already given it to you, kneel down."

Does 'giving' here mean translation?

......

Zhao Ming tugged at his scalp with some distress, because he didn't open and check the book when he received it yesterday, so he didn't know what font the book was.

Chinese Simplified

Or is it a pre-Qin small seal?

If this matter cannot be determined, then how can the scene just experienced be determined?

exactly,

Dreams, or illusions?

————

Huang Xian walked out of the bedroom unhappily, and took a special look at Zhao Ming's bedroom, the door was still closed, indicating that Zhao Ming had not woken up yet.

Stretching his waist, he grabbed his fluffy bun and walked into the bathroom, and after ten minutes, Huang Xian came out energetically and glanced at the door of Zhao Ming's bedroom again.

Unexpectedly, it's still closed.

Huang Xian shook his head, his spirit instantly languished, took some change from the coffee table, changed his shoes and went out to buy breakfast.

"Powerful ghosts, dog demons, forging yin souls."

The zodiac chief walked on the road, and his mind was full of these words.

He felt a little stunned,

scold

Can you not be stunned?

A new ghost is not familiar with the rules of the Yin Division, and he can even skip the level to fight monsters, which makes a ghost who has been in the periphery of the Yin Division for more than 20 years embarrassed?

Along the way, Huang Xian recalled those days with Zhao Ming as if he had been in a movie.

He knows that Xiao Ming, a young man, is kind, brave, and grateful, a little clever, and a little unsavory care, but this kind of person is also the most ordinary, and he can catch a handful casually on the street.

The question is,

Why did he improve so fast?

Obviously, at the beginning, he couldn't even summon a magic weapon?

"Dao Chief, what are you going to eat this morning?"

"Huh?"

Huang Xian came back to his senses from the fugue and found that before he knew it, he had arrived at the breakfast shop. He only walked this road twice, and he was able to find a place with ease, and he didn't even have to think about it.

Huang Xian felt that his talent was not bad...

But why is there such a big difference in strength?

The mood is not beautiful, and he is not interested in even ordering food, you know, he used to like this link the most.

"It's the same as yesterday, twelve parts of fritters, twelve parts of soy milk."

"Okay!"

The boss's action of loading fritters is very neat, and with a slight clamp on the clip, the soft and crunchy fritters are neatly folded into the packaging bag. Then I counted twelve cups of soy milk, put it in a large plastic bag, packed it, tied a knot, and it was done.

"Here you go!"

"Thank you."

Huang Xian handed over a piece of RMB, and his eyes lit up when the boss lowered his head to look for money. Yo he! There are wonderful things every year, and this year is especially Doha!

This boss actually brought a green hat?

Hey, fun and interesting.

The sluggish mood was swept away in an instant, and after taking the changed money recovered, the zodiac chief did not hesitate to praise it.

"Your hat is pretty chic."

The boss scratched his head, although he felt inexplicable, but he didn't study this sentence in detail, there was still a long queue behind him, how could he have time to talk to him?

Huang Daochang hummed a song and trotted all the way back, he was still waiting to hear the story of Zhao Ming's subjugation of demons and ghosts. If you haven't eaten pork, you have to see the pig run, otherwise there is no material for bragging.

It is incomprehensible that the zodiac chief has a strong ability to adjust in his heart, and he is still in a weak and languishing state when he goes out, and he is more excited than playing chicken blood.

After the zodiac chief left, a young man with eyes finished paying and asked the boss, "The one just now, is it a cultivator who has fallen into the devil?" ”

"Alas, it should be, otherwise how could you only need two straws to buy twelve cups of soy milk? You don't know, we can't give as much as we want, if you are kind enough to give one more, people will be angry at you, strange! ”

The boss scratched his head, touched his Mediterranean hairstyle, searched in the back kitchen, and found a hat to put on.

Not to mention, if the stupid Taoist priest didn't remind him, he would have forgotten about it.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?"

Huang Xian muttered, put a portion of fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table, took the rest back to the sofa and sat down, chewed and drank booze, and swept away the breakfast in ten minutes.

Zhao Ming's bedroom was still not open, Huang Xian was a little bored, so he simply pillowed his head and pillow, facing Zhao Ming's bedroom, lying on the sofa and pretending to sleep.

......

Song Yanyan sat at the front desk of the clinic, playing Plants vs. Zombies with the stereo on.

On the front position, Song Yanyan planted two rows of nuts and stubbornly resisted the attack of zombies.

"Click-"

"Click-"

The sound of fangs gnawing nuts came and went, and the periphery of the broken nuts was already crowded with all kinds of zombies, densely blocked into a pile, which was particularly comfortable to look at.

Behind the nuts, a row of man-eating flowers was planted, and the big purple mouth was open outward, stretching its neck to the zombie group from time to time, enough and enough, but not enough.

Hee-hee-hee,

It's fun.

At this time, the mobile phone suddenly vibrate, and Song Yanyan picked it up and saw that it was Wang Jun calling.

"Yanyan, I have money, I'll give you back the money, where are you now, clinic? I'm going to look for you. ”

Wang Jun sounded excited, not at all like repaying the debt.

When he went home to pick up something this morning, the mirror in the bathroom suddenly fell to the ground, and he found a bank card when he was cleaning up the debris.

Inside, there are more than 400,000 deposits!

Wang Jun vaguely remembered that his father-in-law died in an accident, and what was stored in this card should be compensation.

Now, it has become the family's life-saving money!

"Oh, don't use it, just send it to me on WeChat."

Song Yanyan's tone was still light, not to mention how happy she was, the mirror was smashed by her, and when she followed Wang Jun all the way, when she saw him crying and laughing, goosebumps were about to fall to the ground.

Whew-

She didn't want to see her again.

"Well, thank you for helping me."

Wang Jun took a deep breath and prepared to go back to find his wife's mobile phone and send the transfer. When he was about to hang up, a terrible angry cry came from the phone,

", my brain!"

“......”