The Ghost Lord pressed the back of one of them with his heel, pressing it hard to the ground, and with a sharp turn, huge eye circles sprayed at the top of his head, threatening, "Don't give me any reason, there is only one fate for the mission failure". [with _dream]еā

"Ghost Lord, my subordinates are willing to make double missions," the man whose head was pressed to the ground shouted desperately.

The ghost lord playfully twisted the cigar between his fingers and stabbed the man's forehead hard, and a strong smell of burning permeated the entire hall, but the punished man didn't even dare to let out a scream.

The ghost lord clapped his palms, took out a new cigar from the gold box and lit it, took a strong breath and said, "This ghost lord will give you another chance, if you miss this time, you don't have to come back."

Yes, yes! Several strong men in masks kowtowed like pounding garlic, and they all knelt and crawled out of the hall from the feet of the ghost lord.

It wasn't until the masked men crawled out of the hall that he slammed his fist on the table, and then a huge golden pier shattered into two.

The ghost lord's pair of cold eyes penetrated the void, looked at the stars outside the gradient and said, "Stinky boy, this time your fate is big, but next time you will not be so lucky."

After that, the ghost lord wandered around the main hall, as if waiting for someone.

Old Xiao Tou didn't feel that these things had anything to do with the little bell when he saw this, until he saw the boulder door being pushed open, and a man wearing a cloak and carrying a bamboo basket walked in from outside.

Seeing this, Lao Xiao's face immediately twitched violently, and he recognized it at a glance, that person was the masked man who kidnapped the little bell.

He walked quickly behind the ghost master, knelt down on one knee and said, "See the young master, my subordinates have completed the mission of the heavenly character."

The ghost lord turned around, glanced at him with cold eyes, and said with appreciation, "Yes, it is worthy of the personal guard brought by this young master from the inner sect."

The ghost lord slowly paced behind him, and slapped the bamboo basket, only to hear a soft snap, the basket was uncovered, the expression on his face instantly froze, a pair of sword eyebrows were also tangled together, and his cold eyes projected a terrifying chill, gritting his teeth and saying, "Xiaoyao Sect!" ”。

Just under the dark gaze of the ghost lord, a token with a dark luster appeared in the bamboo basket, engraved with the word "Xiaoyao". The masked guard stared at the token in the basket with horrified eyes, and it was clear that he had no idea that something had been stolen.

He knelt on the ground in a panic, desperately kowtowing to the ghost lord to plead guilty, but the ghost lord ignored him, just picked up the token, and a pair of eagle-like eyes emitted a penetrating cold light.

Old Xiao Tou opened his ten fingers, took a long breath, opened his eyes, stared at the holy maiden and asked, "Fairy, do you know where the Xiaoyao Sect is?" ”。

Since he has already known that Little Bell is no longer in the Land of the Nine Secluded Places, then he has to change his goal and prepare to find the Xiaoyao Sect to save people.

The holy woman was stunned for a while before she said suspiciously, "Do you want to go to the Xiaoyao Sect?" ”。

Old Xiao nodded solemnly and said, "They took away the little bell, and I will never sit idly by."

The Holy Maiden sighed and said, "Do you know where the Xiaoyao Sect is?" Since ancient times, there have been millions of super-powered civilizations that have tried to find the location of the Xiaoyao Sect, but in the end, they have not found nothing."

Hearing this, Old Xiao Tou stared at the holy maiden with a confused look on his face and asked, "The Xiaoyao Sect is not an Earth Clan?" ”。

The holy maiden nodded lightly and said, "The Xiaoyao Sect is a seventh-level super-capable civilization, but this grade is also inferred by the world according to the cultivation of their current disciples, whether the Xiaoyao Sect is only a seventh-level civilization, no one dares to judge, but there is one thing that can be determined, that is, the power of the Xiaoyao Sect is definitely not weaker than any seventh-level civilization, they act extremely secretively, they have no fixed place, sometimes they will live in the major super-energy civilization clans, sometimes they will appear in the clan battlefield, in short, they are like a group of chivalrous, Wandering among the major super-powered civilizations, everything you do wherever you go will surely attract the attention of the world."

Then the saint told Lao Xiao Tou more than a dozen deeds that the Xiaoyao Sect had done in the major super-energy civilizations for hundreds of years, which made Lao Xiao Tou finally understand what kind of mysterious clan this Xiaoyao Sect was.

As soon as he thought that the little bell was taken away by such a clan, Lao Xiao Tou felt as if his heart had fallen into an extremely cold place, and he couldn't find a little temperature that could be relied on.

"What about being tracked by millions of superpowered civilizations for hundreds of years? As long as you kidnap the little bell, even if it goes to heaven and earth, Lao Tzu will pull you out" Lao Xiaotou gritted his teeth fiercely, and hit the gradient with a punch, and the whole gradient was trembling violently.

Planting dreams?

Muyi's face changed suddenly, she tried to remember all her previous experiences, but the memory tracking filtered some places, as if in those moments, her memories seemed to disappear.

Moiyi kneaded his head hard, but couldn't remember what had been filtered in that short period of time.

"Yiyi, I want to enter your heart, I don't know if you can accept it" Yan San approached Mu Yiyi's side and asked her very carefully. Yan San also knew that doing this was equivalent to making her completely open in front of a stranger. This is the most private thing for a girl, and no one has always been allowed to enter, and how can a strange man be allowed to enter.

Mu Yiyi was also very distressed, although she trusted Yan San very much in her heart at this time, she was still far from opening her heart unreservedly to the man in front of her.

Moyiy had also tried to find clues from her own memories, but her attempts had failed, and now she had to open her heart to find out where her nightmare was.

Mu Yiyi hesitated for a long time, and finally she made up her mind, raised her head, stared at Yan San with a pair of dark eyes, and said, "I believe in you."

Just a short sentence immediately made Yan San feel a strong affection, whether it was her eyes, cheeks, or every cell on her skin, she completely embraced Yan San at this moment.

Facing Mu Yiyi at this time, Yan San almost couldn't hold back to take it for himself, but he endured it, he knew that now Mu Yiyi was only doing this to get rid of the nightmare, and she didn't really accept herself in her heart. Thinking of this, Yan San breathed hard a few times, calmed his mood, and plunged into Mu Yiyi's heart.

The moment Yan San entered Mu Yiyi's heart, he felt a trace of struggle, but soon Mu Yi gave up resistance, until he came to a world full of colorful neon through a beam of light. Seeing everything beautiful here, Yan San knew that Mu Yiyi was a girl who liked beauty and illusion very much, and her heart had been dressed up as a fairy tale country.

I often hear that there is a beautiful fairy tale kingdom hidden in every girl's heart, and it seems that it is not false at all, Yan San paced towards the rainbow, far away in the meadow, the palace, and even in the depths of the mountains, there is a large amusement park. Such a sweet fairy tale kingdom, Yan San's heart is blazing, his childhood was spent in hunger and cold, every day just for a mouthful of food, and a mouthful of water and people to fight, there is no fairy tale in his memory, only the reality of the naked dew. But on the occasional night or two, he will also have sweet dreams, although there is no fairy tale poetry, not as romantic as flowers and rainbows, but also full of rich and magnificent buildings, and warm relatives, that dream is very beautiful, as beautiful as eating honey for a night.

Yan San still remembers that sweet feeling, so he cherishes that taste, even in the most difficult times, he will keep it in his heart and never forget them.

With the step by step into Mu Yiyi's heart, Yan San also fell deeply into his dream, and when he unconsciously walked to a rainbow bridge, he finally stood firm, staring at a misty scenery in the distance.

It was a special place, and if he hadn't been standing on the bridge himself, he would never have seen the strange fog inside.

Yan San immediately shook his spirits, making sure that he was not hallucinating, after all, there was a world of difference between this place and the fairy tale kingdom outside.

Standing on the bridge, Yan San stared at the realm full of unknowns, and slowly walked in.

The moment Yan San walked into the unknown world, Mu Yiyi suddenly trembled, and then her cheeks twitched like a spasm.

Then the whole inner world was unstable, and it seemed that there was a danger of collapsing at any time, Yan San hurriedly shouted loudly to Mu Yiyi outside, "Don't be afraid, Yiyi, with me, no one can hurt you."

Yan San's words were originally in Mu Yiyi's heart, so she could easily sense Yan San's words, and her originally twitching arms began to relax, but the sad expression of her eyebrows still couldn't be dissolved.

After a long time, Moyiy said in a very resentful tone, "I feel it inside, don't go in, you will die."

Yan San laughed heartily when he heard this, and continued to comfort her, saying, "All this is a dream, I took out the nightmare for you, and I will never hurt you, let alone hurt me."

Mu Yiyi was still a little uneasy, which could be clearly felt from the chill that occasionally passed on Yan San's body through his heart.

In order not to distract Mu Yiyi, Yan San's most terrifying thing for Dream Planter is that his heart suddenly collapses, and then not only the Dream Planter himself, but even the Dream Planter will be sealed in his heart. In order to prevent this from happening, Yan San must make sure that Mu Yiyi does not collapse inside.

He tried to make his tone extremely calm, and said, "Do you remember the story of the little beggar I told you?" Now I'm going to tell you what happened next."

In order to make Mu Yiyi forget his fears, Yan San could only explore towards the mist while telling her his experience.

Of course, Yan San will never admit that the hero of that story is himself. Nor did he tell Moiyi that it was the little girl who gave him food.

Muyi's fear faded as he listened attentively.

At this time, Yan San seized the gap in time and rushed into the depths of the mist in one go. After he shuttled through a large area of mist, he found that there was a graceful figure hidden in the depths of the mist, but it was very blurry and could not be seen clearly. When Yan San wanted to fix his eyes to see clearly, she disappeared without a trace with the flash of light and shadow.

When Yan San jumped into the mist, he found that there were black air currents all around, and those air currents were like hundreds of black pythons circling around his body.

At this moment, a terrifying cry of Muyi's heart came from his heart, "She's coming, she's coming".

The voice was eerie, like a moan from the depths of one's soul.

Yan San also knew that Mu Yiyi's nightmare was here, but he couldn't stimulate Mu Yiyi, so he could only comfort her in a soft voice, "Don't scare yourself, there is only fog here, where are the nightmares."

Yan San's words had no soothing effect on Mu Yiyi, she trembled with extreme fear, and her mouth was full of muttering, "She's coming, she's coming."

Yan San stepped into the black spiral with a soul-inducing moan from Mu Yiyi. The hundreds of black mist turned into hideous phantoms, fangs and claws dancing all around.

Seeing this scene, Yan San couldn't help but shudder, this place was too ghostly. If Yan San hadn't known that he was in a dream, I'm afraid he would really suspect that there were ghosts in the world.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath as he strode towards the hideous creatures. Yan San knew that everything here was an illusion, even if it was a ghost, it was all an illusion. As long as you keep your heart, nothing will hurt you.

Yan San walked over step by step, and sure enough, he didn't suffer any obstacles, and he didn't open his eyes until he felt that the aura beside him had calmed down somewhat.

At this time, he unexpectedly found that he had walked into a mysterious space, which was neither Moyi's own heart nor a dream.

It seemed to be a world completely cut off from Moiyi's own heart.

Along a dimly lit passage, Yan San approached a wall. It is a very high wall, with no edge visible at a glance, except for a scroll hanging in the middle of the wall.

The painting was so familiar and unfamiliar that Yan San couldn't remember seeing it there.

The moment he walked in front of the scroll, he was stunned, because he saw another familiar face in the scroll.

Beauty? Moyi?

At the moment when Yan San's expression was in a trance, he immediately felt that the world was spinning, as if the whole world had collapsed in an instant, and he was sucked away from here by a powerful force, until his body shook and he opened his eyes.

Cold sweat continued to seep down the corners of his forehead, and there was still a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.

Yan San gasped for breath, and it wasn't until a long time that he touched his cheek vigorously and paced out of the consciousness projection space.

Outside, the grave keeper was carving a piece of wood with his head down, and his expression was extremely focused, as if he had concentrated all his energy on the carving knife in his hand, and carved it into the wood one by one.

Seeing his persistent appearance, even though Yan San had a lot of doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to step forward to disturb him.

He found a random rock and sat down, and did not speak, but quietly watched the grave keeper carve the wood carving.

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