"What is the order in which you speak?" Hearing what Ren Song said, Venerable Jueming, who vaguely felt that something was wrong, asked first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The others listened intently, and even the man with glasses who didn't know what was going on came over.

Ren Song sneered, and said that he had met Zhang Sanque and got his warning, and then talked about the effect of this magic magic method that he had speculated from the illusionary dream idealistic umbrella, but he never mentioned the name of the magic treasure. lest you get any grip on this Venerable One.

Listening to Ren Song's words, the two long eyebrows of the old monk Jueming almost pulled out a pimple, and it took a long time to hesitate and say: "So if the person who is in the dream is awakened in the wrong order, can we only be trapped in this dream?" At this time, the situation was urgent, and the old monk couldn't care about being polite, so the Buddha and the donor all threw it aside, and asked Ren Songdao directly.

"That's not ......" The coward on the other side smiled, and then said: "Just go through it again in order, but it's a lot more troublesome!" ”

"I want to hear about it!" Venerable Jueming hurriedly asked.

"According to my uncle and grandfather, if the order is wrong, we have to reawaken the people in the dream one by one in the original order." Ren Song simply pushed the solution to Zhang Sanque's head. Then he said, "If the man is awake, we must find a way to put him to sleep again, but his true body will also fall into a dream together, and the person in the dream will do anything to kill the sleeping real body before we can wake him up." If the real body is killed, then we will never go back...... Hey! ”

In the end, Ren Song suddenly smiled and said: "I remember the order, old monk, you are the first, not wrong, Aunt Jin is the second, but before waking her up, this glasses brother is ......" As he spoke, he looked at the dark game fan next to him, but found that this guy was looking directly at the sleeping crowd on the steps at this time. I was about to say hello, but I heard him suddenly say, "You say...... If someone dies, we ...... Can't get back to reality? ”

Ren Song was very uneasy when he heard this, and looked at the man with glasses, but found that among the sleeping crowd on the steps, there was a guy who obviously did not seem to be sleeping, his head was bent back to ninety degrees, and there was an extremely deep wound on his neck, which looked like he was dead.

The frightened cowardly hurriedly stepped forward, and when he got closer, he found that it was the mustache that woke up in advance, Ren Song remembered that the last time he came, there was no such person in the sleeping crowd, how could he suddenly die here!

At this time, he only felt that his head was "Buzzing!" "Oh no, no! According to what I know from the magic of refining the treasure, if every person trapped in the dream is killed or injured, the power of the dream will increase by one point, and worse, because the dream of the dead person disappears, the rest of the people will no longer have the possibility of getting out of this dream.

He was just in a daze on the side, and the rest of the people also came to the mustache, except for Sun Qiuhong, who didn't dare to approach because he was afraid, the other three were crowded in front of him to watch the excitement, and the man with glasses screamed even more: "My mother, the authentic throat cutting party!" ”

Before his words landed, Aunt Jin next to him raised her hand and pushed him aside, and said strangely: "The neck is cut like this, why is there no blood flowing out?" The Venerable Jueming next to him didn't answer, just looked at the sky in a daze, as if he was recalling something.

"Ahh Help me! The man with glasses was a little too lucky, and he was pushed by the old woman, and when he stepped back, he stepped on the empty steps, and his center of gravity was deflected, and he rolled into the courtyard like a ball, and with a plop, he fell into the courtyard again.

At the moment when he fell into the courtyard, the other four people had not yet understood, and the scene in front of them was already blurred......

When everyone regained consciousness again, the situation in front of them was Ren Song, they were on a lonely island at this time, Ren Song recognized at a glance, this small island, isn't it the headquarters of Magneto and his subordinates in X-Men 1?

"Huh! Isn't that mustachioed dude dead! Ren Song said in surprise, he remembered very well that the mustache had become a collection of X-Men in the dream, and all kinds of abilities emerged in endlessly, but, according to the method of refining treasures, if the real body outside the dream died, then the dream he made would disappear. But why is this mustache's dream still there, could it be that he is not dead yet? Or in the sleepy crowd, there are other X-Men shadows

Thinking to himself, the coward hurried towards the house on the island, and the instrument that was ready to emit magnetism to the world was ready, and there seemed to be a person standing on it......

When Ren Song walked up, he finally saw the person's appearance clearly, wasn't it just a mustache? It turned out that he was really not dead, but thinking of the corpse in the courtyard with most of his neck cut off, this coward felt that something was wrong.

As soon as he turned around, the mustache had already seen Ren Song and the others, but he heard him scream strangely: "Another group of invaders!" "The eyes were white, and the person was already floating in the air, and he didn't know whether to blow the wind or discharge.

However, this time, Venerable Jueming, who had already taken precautions, waved his sleeves, and the obscene mustache that was about to discharge disappeared in an instant, but he saw that the old monk's sleeve flashed with electricity, and the curse of the mustache came again. It has obviously been put into the sleeve of this Venerable.

"Wow! I even have everything in my sleeve! The man with glasses on the side looked straight and praised again and again. Jueming smiled slightly, but turned his head to Ren Song and said, "Now that the donor said that you have to break the dream in order to solve this game, let's start now!" ”

Ren Song grinned when he heard this: "This method is not bad, but the second one should be Aunt Jin, you have to let her fall asleep and dream." ”

"Sleep?" When the old lady Zhao next to her heard this, her eyes glared at the copper bell, and she said for a long time: "I am a dignified god, unless a bad person plots, how can I fall asleep?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Venerable Jueming on the side stepped forward and patted her on top and said, "Sleep, sleep!" ”

But when she heard a sound, Aunt Jin, who was screaming that she couldn't sleep at all, fell to the ground instantly.

At the moment when she fell to the ground, the scenery in front of everyone's eyes changed again, and they were already standing on the street of Dongguan at this time. I don't know what spell the Venerable Jueming used, with such a little effort, the old woman Zhao was already asleep on the ground, and then her figure faded and disappeared!

"Let's split up and find Aunt Jin's body quickly," Seeing that Mrs. Zhao's real body disappeared, Ren Song hurriedly beckoned everyone to look for it. Venerable Jueming heard this: "I'll go to the theater to see ......" After that, he walked in the direction of the theater, and now he is familiar with the way, and went straight to the backyard of the Qin Opera Troupe......

"Okay, I'll take a look to the east!" Ren Song said as he pulled Xiaohongmei and walked down the street in the direction of his house.

(To be continued.) )