Sheng Han looked it up and down, "So, you're not really a dog?" ”

"That's right. Not only am I not a dog, but I am also disembodied, and you can see me because of your dreams. When you wake up, you can't see me like everyone else, but you can hear me. ”

"I remember what you said, I'm still dreaming!" She looked around with wide eyes, a white expanse instead of the dark night, "You helped me chase away the monsters?" ”

"I don't have that ability, you're not stupid, I'm representing prediction ability, how can you fight monsters?"

"That's right." Sheng Hansleeve patted its dog's head, "To put it bluntly, you are also a little monster." ”

"......" Fifteen couldn't bear it, "Aren't you a big monster who can give birth to me?!" ”

"Don't make a fuss." Like a naughty child, Sheng Hansleeve looked up at the "sky", the nightmare will not subside for no reason, most likely the big guy saved her, she has to wake up quickly.

But how do you wake up from a dream of nothingness? After thinking for a moment, she pinched her arm hard, hey, it didn't hurt.

"What are you doing?" Fifteen stared at her round black dog eyes, "You're stupid and masochistic by thorns?" ”

Sheng Hansleeve didn't look at it, and pinched himself again, "You are masochistic, you are self-abused, you are self-abused." ”

"Oh, you want to get out of your dreams, don't you? Then don't be busy, it's not time yet, you can't wake up no matter how much you toss. ”

She paused, "How long will it take?" ”

"I don't know. You are the one who has been damaged by the nightmare, and you will wake up naturally when your body recovers. ”

Sheng Hansleeve examined his whole body, "I'm not injured, the wound from the thorns is fake, and now I'm fine." ”

"Whoever told you that the injury was fake, but you couldn't see it. This is no ordinary nightmare, everything that appears in the dream is the embodiment of a nightmare, and the more wounds you make, the closer you are to death. ”

"I made it up, and I knew there was nothing good about this nightmare!" Sheng Hansleeve rubbed his arm, "Do you know why I have this dream? ”

"Of course." Fifteen looked arrogant, "It is also considered to be the same clan as me, and it is both positive and negative." Normal people occasionally have nightmares, and like you, someone has been cursed with blood. The injuries you sustain in your dreams will gradually deplete your vitality, and from the looks of it, you killed yourself-"

"For example, you pinched your arm, or jumped out of bed and hit the wall, but in reality, you were killed by a nightmare in your dream."

"What a poisonous move!" Sheng Hansleeve was stunned, "Who wants to harm me, and wants to fake it as an illusion that I don't want to live anymore!" ”

"You have to thank me for my existence, it is I who have protected you and made you strong to this day, with your original physique, people spend a life in five days, and it would be good if you could last three days!"

Thinking of this, fifteen jumped to his feet angrily, "Originally, if you had a wishful golden bell on your body, even if the gangsters took your blood to make a fuss, you would have a few nightmares at most and get through, but you indiscriminately tested your bad luck for money!" What is money? Money can corrupt people's willpower, and it can also corrode the protective cover! ”

Sheng Hansleeve was dumbfounded, "So, I almost died because of setting up a stall to tell fortunes?" ”

"Or what do you think!" Fifteen was angry, "Fortunately, you don't have a lion to open your mouth, and you don't need much money, otherwise you can't resist the nightmare, and if you die, you will be repulsed and there is no reincarnation!" ”

“……”

There's so much information that she needs to be quiet and digest it well.

"Looks like I can't set up a fortune-telling stand anymore when I wake up." Sheng Hansleeve was stunned and said, "Then how can I make money?" ”

Did her plan to make a lot of money die now?