Mu Yang gathered the electricity in the palm of his hand through the grasp of electricity, and smashed Mr. K with a fist.

Looking at Mr. K, who was lying motionless on the table, he was not in a hurry to kill him. Before that, you need to fulfill your promises.

An extremely faint pale green smoke emanated faintly from Mr. K's forehead, and it was easy to ignore without watching it with the naked eye.

This is the symbol of the nightmare that dwells in the middle of it. It's just that compared to the pillar of optimus above Pan Wei's head and the black mist of Wuya, the scale of the smoke emitted by this nightmare that stayed in Mr. K's dream was extremely weak.

It stands to reason that Mr. K's past pain should be far greater than that of his two high school girls.

Maybe it's because of his age, or maybe Mr. K's will as an adult is much stronger than the two.

For such a weak nightmare, Mu Yang didn't need to make any preparations in advance, he directly closed his eyes and entered his dream.

……

When Mu Yang opened his eyes again, he was in a huge Colosseum.

There was not a single figure in the more than 90,000 seats that surrounded it, only the whimper of the wind blowing everything around it.

Looking up, the sky of the dream took on a sickly grayish-black color, where there was no sun, no moon, no day and night, and not a single star.

Mu Yang took a step forward and left his footprints on the earth. The desolation of history and the smell of dust come to the face.

In the middle of the Colosseum, he saw Mr. K's figure, covered in iron chains tied to a huge iron pillar that stood in the middle of the Colosseum, and a large piece of exposed skin was open and bruised. Dense white maggots enter and exit the wound.

Hearing the footsteps of a living person, Mr. K reluctantly opened his swollen steamed bun eyes, and hissed hoarsely in the direction of Muyang: "Don't ...... Come here......"

The tone is immature, a little pleading, and a little annoyed.

That's right, here, Mr. K is only seventeen or eighteen years old. In his dreams, he was forever trapped at the age of eighteen.

Behind the iron pillar, there was a rock-like monster with a pitch-black body, an unusually tall body, a head like a cow and a horse, blood-red eyes, and exaggerated muscles, and a chain as large as its size in its hand, which made a sound of metal grinding along with the dragging on the ground.

The monster also heard the footsteps and glanced in Muyang's direction, but quickly turned back, seemingly uninterested in the living person who had broken into the dream.

Every nightmare has a different temperament. There's the nightmare of the inner world that is extremely aggressive, and there is also this nightmare that doesn't dare to be interested in the intruder of the outside dream world.

The pitch-black beast picked up the chain in his hand and slammed it at Mr. K. The sound of metal grinding and breaking came together to make people shudder.

Mr. K, who was tied to an iron post, made a low* sound and was in agony. Something strange happened, as soon as the black beast stopped, the wounds caused by his body were slowly healing.

This only made Mr. K more miserable. If according to the power of the original pitch-black beast, ordinary humans would be whipped to death in a few strokes, but Mr. K will continue to recover in this world and will be whipped until eternity.

Mu Yang took two more steps forward, and Mr. K tried to open his eyes again, and roared in the direction of Mu Yang, "Don't ...... Come here! ”

"It's been almost thirty years, it's time for you to get rid of it." Muyang Road.

"That's me...... Deserve it......" Mr. K burst into tears and cried bitterly, "let it ...... Whip me...... This is...... I deserve it...... Please...... Don't Block...... That's ...... me."

There is a self-aggressive version of personality in psychology. The death of his family thirty years ago, Mr. K has always subconsciously believed that it was his fault. In the dream, the beast whips his body, which also symbolizes his self-punishment and desire for "atonement".

However, no matter what kind of mistake it is, thirty years of torture is enough.

Mu Yang ignored the pleading of the K boy tied to the iron pillar, and rushed straight towards the pitch-black beast.

The pitch-black beast picked up the iron chain and launched an attack on Muyang.

The K boy, who had lost the whipping of the chain, seemed even more painful, and he hissed and cursed loudly on the iron pillar:

"Fuck off...... Get out of my dreams! …… Damn it! ”

"Whipping...... Whip me...... I'm miserable...... There is only more pain in the flesh...... to comfort me a little......"

"I deserve it...... It's all my fault...... It's all my fault! ”

The combat power of the pitch-black giant beast is about the first level of ten thousand souls, and it is not the same level of combat power as the heart and sister of the inner world. Although Mu Yang is also standing in the Ten Thousand Souls now, his combat experience and skills are far superior to the former.

A man and a beast fought with each other for a long time, and Mu Yang found an excellent opportunity, and one dodged over the heavy whip shadow and rushed straight to the other side's door.

The black beast realizes that its time of death is near. Its ugly face was still expressionless, and its blood-red eyes looked straight at Mu Yang.

"No!" The K boy who was tied to the iron pillar cried bitterly, and his grief was extreme.

Mu Yang shattered the pitch-black beast's head with a single punch, and the Grip of Electricity and the Electric Blade pierced through its body at the same time, accelerating its destruction.

In the dream world, although the telekinesis is greatly suppressed, the skills mastered by the telekinesis can still be used.

The black beast's headless body slowly fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

A black wishing flower grew out of the earth.

"No————" Boy K let out the longest roar, and the entire Colosseum world began to twist and decompose rapidly.

The dream is about to collapse.

This time, there was no Dream Garden, and there was no legendary god in it.

Muyang left Mr. K's dream.

……

Back in the real world.

Mr. K, who was originally unconscious, let out a slight and melodious snoring sound, and the corners of his mouth with his eyes closed rose slightly, as if he had a sweet dream.

It was the most restful sleep he'd ever slept in 30 years.

"No matter what kind of fault, after thirty years, you should also let go."

Mu Yang put Mr. K on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and adjusted the position of the pillow by the way.

When he left the bedroom, he did not forget to take the thirty-year-old paper from the drawer, turned off the light, and said before closing the door: "Good night, Mr. K." ”

Ten minutes later, the fire engulfed the entire villa. The fire truck that received the alarm quickly arrived, and because of the timely disposal, the high-pressure faucet and the water system telekinesis quickly controlled the fire, and did not let the fire spread to other villas in the high-end rich community.

There was only one victim in the entire fire, who died in his sleep.