A strange but very apt word came to Aoki's mind - Dugu seeks defeat!

I really can't imagine what opponent such a strong wolf has in this world, the African lion? Siberian tigers? Or a polar bear?

The next shot reminds Aoki that there is another species that is more ferocious and a hundred times more intelligent than the lion and tiger beast, and that is humans.

Apparently the white wolf was more attractive to the predators, and they picked up their guns and fired a few bullets, and then drove the sled dogs back towards the cliff on the left.

The White Wolf King didn't run away, just watched coldly, letting the bullets whizz across the sky. When the crowd approached, the distance had entered the range of bullets, and the white wolf king also seemed to sense the danger, stretched his neck and let out a long howl, and the gray wolves who were still in the col ran towards the foot of the mountain on the right as if they had received some orders, and disappeared into the vast snow in a blink of an eye.

The predators did not pay attention to the fleeing wolves, but formed a situation of encircling the white wolves on three sides, and the remaining side was a cliff. The white wolf raised his head and looked at the silver-white land around him, and seemed to glance inadvertently in the direction where Hong Zhenlong was.

Aoki saw deep attachment and loneliness in its eyes.

Hong Zhenlong's face showed a look of pain, and his blue eyes were bloodshot, as painful as watching his relatives being tortured.

Flames of anger ignited from his chest, setting fire to his clothes and skin, and in a few moments he was burned into a burning man.

In the light of the flames, Aoki saw a clear shadow in the snow beneath his feet and slowly stood up.

Hong Zhenlong suddenly seemed to be crazy, full of flames, and rushed forward with all his might, wanting to rush into the ice and snow.

Aoki felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and Hong Zhenlong and the ice and snow world, and the moment Hong Zhenlong rushed over, he sent out an extremely strong fluctuation. At the same time, Aoki felt his whole body sink, as if he was caught up in a raging flood and could not breathe, and the mass of the world around him seemed to increase a thousand times.

Aoki understood that the ice and snow world was by no means Hong Zhenlong's dream, but for some reason, Hong Zhenlong's dream was connected to another space, or superimposed with that space. The moment he rushed over, the barrier between the two spaces disappeared, and the huge spatial mass was transferred, and Hong Zhenlong's spiritual power could not withstand it.

Sure enough, Hong Zhenlong's dream collapsed.

Aoki retreated, saw Hong Zhenlong leaning against the window, his eyes were bloodshot, trembling all over, suddenly reached out and broke the half-open window, clicked and smashed on the ground, his mouth made the sound of Ulu Ulu, and then he rushed towards Aoki like a fierce god.

Aoki grabbed Hong Zhenlong's arm and found that the strength of this thin old man was surprisingly strong, and he almost couldn't parry.

Hong Kui next to him seemed to be prepared, called "father", hugged Hong Zhenlong from behind, and signaled Aoki to run.

Aoki already almost understood Hong Zhenlong's situation, so he directly hypnotized him with his unparalleled spiritual power.

The old man was still snoring and panting, but his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep. Aoki reached out and touched it, and found that his forehead was hot, and it really looked like it was on fire.

Hong Kui probably didn't expect his father to settle down so quickly, and looked at Aoki with some confusion.

Aoki said, "Help him to the bed first." ”

Hong Kui helped Hong Zhenlong to lie down on the bed, and then asked, "Doctor, are you okay?" ”

Aoki said, "I'm fine. But I'm not a doctor, my name is Aoki, you can just call me by my name. ”

Hong Kui frowned, a little dissatisfied with Aoki's sudden denial that he was a doctor, but he obviously had a good cultivation, and he didn't scold him for this, but just said lightly: "Mr. Aoki, you just said that you just let my father sleep, and now that my father is asleep, if you don't have a better treatment plan, then please go back." ”

Aoki's attitude towards Hong Kui was a bit surprising. When I came, I saw Huang Ziqiang's cautious appearance, and thought how difficult it was for this North American gang boss to serve, but when I met, I found that not only was he not fierce, but he was a very gentleman, better than a celebrity family like Xia Wenyuan.

In comparison, Huang Ziqiang is too far behind, not to mention Jiang Deqian's self-righteous social gangster.

The eviction order was issued, but Aoki didn't want to leave so early, the old man's dream was too peculiar. Not to mention the shadow in the dream, just the large dream space that carries the ice and snow world is by no means something that ordinary people can make, and even in Aoki's current cognition, this cannot be a dream of a single person.

What is the dream of William Wolfe, the largest Chinese gang boss in North America?

"Allow me to ask a few questions." He said.

"Please." Hong Kui didn't look impatient.

"Do you, or the people of your family, dream of that white wolf when you get sick?" Aoki asked.

This time it was Hong Kui's turn to be shocked. He looked at Aoki in surprise and asked, "How do you know?" He looked back at his father on the bed, and seemed to think of something, but he felt even more incredible, "Could it be that you and my father just now?"

Aoki smiled, "This is a bit complicated, I'll tell you later." Now please answer my question. ”

Hong Kui's expression quickly regained his composure and said, "Yes, I dream about it every time." This would have been our family's secret, and few people in the outside world knew about it. ”

"Family secrets?" Aoki wondered, "Why keep it a secret?" Don't you tell the doctor? ”

Hong Kui said: "I don't know, it is said to be Zu Xun." But in fact, it is not that no one knows that in the past, the family has invited several well-known experts to study our situation, and they believe that it may be a genetic inherited neurological disease. ”

Aoki asked again, "Have you ever seen your own shadow in a dream?" ”

"What?" Hong Kui looked puzzled, "Shadow? I really haven't paid attention to this. ”

Aoki knew that normal people would not pay attention to whether they had a shadow when they dreamed, and Hong Kui should not be the target of consciousness invasion, so he changed the subject: "It's a recent thing that your father's illness has become serious, right?" ”

"Yes, only about half a year."

"Did anything special happen before this?"

"Special? What do you mean in particular? Hong Kui asked.

"In any aspect, life, feelings, business, and play can be done, as long as you feel special, it doesn't happen often."

"Well, before my illness worsened, there was nothing in my life, but something happened within the club, which made my father's mood a little bad. Why does this have an impact? ”

"It's hard to say right now." Aoki said, "Do you know Ronald Cohen?" ”

"Cohen? Do you mean Ronald Cohen, the chairman of the Dream Foundation? Hong Kui thought for a while, "When you mention him, I think of something." ”

"My dad loved collecting. Early years he fell in love with a painting by Picasso, which was in the hands of Michael Jones in Las Vegas, but was bought by Cohen for $150 million. At the time, the price was a bit ridiculously high. ”

"My father was always worried about this, and he contacted Cohen several times to buy the painting back from him, but he didn't negotiate because of the price. Cohen finally agreed last year, and my father paid a deposit, but what he didn't expect was that just as he was going to New York to get the painting back, Cohen suddenly changed his mind and said that the painting had been sold to a Chinese. ”

"My father was angry and planned to teach Cohen a lesson, but Cohen sent another painting, the work of Monet, and gave me a very low price, saying that it was compensation for my father. At this time, something suddenly happened within the community, and my father accepted the painting and did not pursue it further. ”