Long Yaoyao asked: "What is your name, we will live here in the future, we can't even know your name." ”

Yu Xinglang looked sluggish: "...... Yu Xinglang. ”

Hallucinogenic is good, and you can still dream!

Yu Xinglang took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the glass imperial jade bed to the agent.

[Bustard, have you ever seen such a large glass imperial jade?] ]

After sending it, he felt that this dream was too realistic.

"Xinglang, what are you doing?" Long Xiaoxiao came over curiously.

As a result, the next moment, a video of Bao Qiyue bounced over.

Yu Xinglang: "......"

If you dream, the old bustard will not go away!

But before he answered, the phone disappeared in Yu Xinglang's hand.

"This magic weapon is too evil, it imprisons your soul, don't use it in the future, it will make your soul scattered!"

"So what about my phone?"

"I've wiped out all the scum left." Long Xiaoyao was proud, "Don't worry, no one will be able to harm you in the future." ”

Yu Xinglang felt so tired from dreaming, and he had to cooperate with neuropathy: "Then can I go back?" I still have this ritual weapon at home. ”

Long Yaoyao was angry: "Didn't you say that you came back to the cave with me?" ”

Yu Xinglang said: "I'm a human being, I want to eat, why don't you go to my house to live?" ”

Long Xiaoxiao looked at Yu Xinglang's handsome face, if he could see him, it didn't matter where he lived!

"Okay, go and stay at your house. I'm going to bring a gift, do you have a baby you want? ”

"I want that bed."

"Don't like anything else?"

"Didn't you just say that I could take whatever I wanted here? You're lying to me? ”

"If that's for you, will you sleep on it with me?" Long Xiaoxiao's face is simple.

Yu Xinglang, a veteran driver who often speeds, exploded countless pictures with yellow waste in his mind.

This neuropathy medicine is really stimulating, can you pick up the indescribable dream after the dream of getting rich?

"When I was an egg, I slept on it every day, and I couldn't sleep without it."

"So if I give it to you, will I still be able to sleep on it?"

Yu Xinglang spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The yellow waste in his mind was repelled by the simple sleep of the dragon.

Riding a horse, hallucinogens still have to engage in routines?

"Your house doesn't look good, can I decorate it?" Long Xiaoyao's face was full of anticipation.

Yu Xinglang's face was expressionless: "Whatever you want." ”

The dragon happily ran to pick out his favorite ornaments and put them into a sachet with mustard seed space.

After it was full, he put the jade bed in it and returned to Yu Xinglang: "Let's go back to your house!" ”

Yu Xinglang glanced at the empty-handed Long Xiaoxiao, and almost couldn't help rolling his eyes: "It's really picky, you have to lie to people when you dream." ”

Long Xiaoxiao said: "Hmph, I don't pick on you, I'll give you whatever you want." ”

"In the past, how many people from the sect wanted to get treasures from the dragon clan."

"But we dragons won't give it, and they don't want to step into the dragon treasury for half a step."

"You're the first to come in."

Yu Xinglang was in a trance, and in the blink of an eye, he went to his apartment again.

The familiar environment made Yu Xinglang dumbfounded: What hallucinogens, if you say sober, you will be sober?

Long Yaoyao sat down cross-legged, kept taking out the ornaments he brought, and piled them up all over him.

Yu Xinglang felt that the materialism he had learned over the years was fragmented.

How did she pull out a coral tree taller than her from a tiny sachet?

Didn't he see those giant-eyed familiar things in the treasure trove in his dreams just now?