"I can't pick it up." Mu Yang replied, "That's not what belongs to me. If I had chosen it, I wouldn't be me. ”

Little Lori began to struggle violently. Mu Yang didn't stop her, let her break free of her palm, escaped and distanced herself, looking at herself with vigilant eyes.

Mu Yang didn't have time to explain to her. The rate of destruction of the entire Dream Garden is intensifying, and he must speed up, or he will most likely leave the Dream Garden without getting anything.

The lamb's petite body began to tremble. Looking at the strange back in front of him, tears could no longer be controlled.

When Mu Yang first showed her abnormal behavior, she should have thought about it, she should have thought about it a long time ago.

But she was too easily trusting to trust people, and she couldn't even doubt it.

"You ......" Xiao Yang looked at Mu Yang's back, hesitated for a moment, and said, "When you were in the inner world, you were possessed by nightmares, didn't you?" ”

It is only this reason that can fully explain the illogic that has occurred before.

Some powerful nightmares are able to lodge in the bodies of outsiders and escape from dreams, and even shuttle through countless dreams. This was something that Xiao Yang had known for a long time, but she didn't expect that the nightmare in her inner world would be so powerful.

Mu Yang didn't answer her and moved on.

For a moment, from the bottom of his heart, he questioned whether he was possessed by a nightmare.

He certainly knew better than anyone that the most reasonable option was to stop in front of the colorless weapon and take it.

But I don't know why, he just can't do it.

Even though the lamb has given up following Muyang, the surrounding scene still moves from the perspective of two people.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Yang walked into the new world of Dream Garden, and new changes appeared around him.

It was a broken, cramped temple, with a ridiculous pile of clumsy stones, like a primitive tribe's building.

But when Mu Yang walked into the temple, what appeared in front of him made him feel the impact again.

He thought that in the Garden of Dreams, there was nothing better than a colorless weapon.

It was a rough and almost rough fresco, erected on either side of the temple. Mu Yang passed by these murals, and the people and objects in the murals seemed to be squinting at him.

This is probably what the voice in the darkness calls "divinity." Even if no one told Mu Yang, he had an instinct, and the strength of these objects was even no less than the colorless that appeared before.

In the first painting, a handsome man in a beautiful costume* is on a high place, under the hall, and countless people lick the soles of his feet like dogs.

The style of painting is rough and ridiculous, and even a little clumsy. But it's just such a painting, which contains an obsessive crazy power. Mu Yang just glanced at it in a hurry, and he felt dizzy.

"Pick me, choose my ......"

The sound of a real dream is like a tide surging from all directions.

Mu Yang hesitated for a moment in front of the painting wall, and finally forced himself to continue walking.

Time is running out, the day is coming, and the day will destroy the entire Dream Garden. Deeper in Mu Yang's mind, a small voice told him to keep moving forward, what he wanted had not yet appeared.

In the second painting, the handsome man is the main character, only this time his face is distorted, and he draws a knife from behind and slashes at a man who is also richly dressed, but even more burly and tall.

The style of painting is still clumsy, and there is no artistic beauty. But this time, Mu Yang passed under the painting wall for a longer time, and for a moment, he almost reached out and chose this second painting.

He didn't do that, and the small voice in his heart was even stronger.

In the third painting, dozens of men are fighting together, including the handsome man in the first painting, the burly man in the second painting, and many others, noble, lowly, strong, thin, beautiful, or ugly.

They have only one thing in common in this painting, and that is that their faces are hideously distorted, like evil spirits from hell.

Mu Yang didn't stop and continued to move forward. Behind him, the lamb was close to recognizing the paintings for what they really were.

"That's ......," she tried to blurt out their real names. But in the next second, she still held back, and in front of these painted walls, she changed her word to describe them in order not to provoke them, "Divinity!?" ”

Mu Yang came to the fourth picture in a blink of an eye.

A pot-bellied man lay in a fluffy and deformed soft chair, comfortably accepting the crumbs of bread that the two maids beside him threw into his mouth. The fat on his belly drooped layer by layer, like a mille-feuille, which was already very terrifying. But he was not satisfied at all, and the maid was still in the posture of delivering food with mountains of food piled up around him.

The little sheep began to wonder whether it was right or wrong for Muyang to reject the colorless at the end of the road. In a sense, the painting walls erected in this temple are better.

Taking a random painting from it is both a blessing from God and a curse from hell for the recipient.

"You can ......," the little sheep looked at Mu Yang, hesitated, and finally shouted, "You can take a picture from here." ”

She had a hunch that these divinities were still not what Mu Yang wanted. He would abandon them and continue his journey into the depths of the Garden of Dreams.

Her hunch was right. Mu Yang passed by the sixth painting, and the two maids on the wall had already stripped off their clothes and merged with the big fat man on the seat. Three vivid flesh bodies, which make people's blood gush.

Mu Yang didn't bother to look at it and moved forward.

The daylight behind him followed, advancing faster and faster, destroying the first wall, the second wall, and the third wall one after another.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you chose me, it's me, right!"

"Come on, choose me, I won't let you down. I will give you power, power, status, all the power. You are the king of the world, you are the center of this universe! ”

Surprisingly, when Mu Yang walked under the seventh wall, the figure on the seventh wall, which was composed of rough curves, began to move.

Judging by the hairstyle, that is still the protagonist of the fifth and sixth paintings. But at this time, for some reason, he became skinny and ragged, with a filthy ruin behind him, and the two maids beside him were gone.

"Pick me! Pick me! ”

The man lay on the ground in a comfortable posture, and Mu Yang couldn't help but speak urgently.

Mu Yang stood in front of it and looked at it for three seconds.

At that moment, the lamb almost thought he was going to choose it.

"You're not what I want." Mu Yang shook his head in disappointment and continued to move forward.