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Chapter 82: Dreams

The Flowing Wave Fairy heard the demon little man's voice say the words "Wrong Mandarin Duck Spectrum", and her expression suddenly changed. She knew who the Flowing Wave Fairy was referring to.

She frowned slightly, and said: "I have made a mistake with the Mandarin Duck Spectrum? You mean Xiaochuan and Iris? I have already discussed this matter with the Drunken Elder, and the Drunken Elder also agreed, and I also summoned the Iris yesterday, she should come to Cangyunmen in two or three days, and at this time you told me that the Mandarin Duck Spectrum was wrong?"

The demon husband said: "I see that the marriage contract between Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Kite will be pressed first, and the bladeless ancient sword in his hand will be ...... with that one."

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Yun Qiyou not far away, and continued: "The dust in the hands of that Yun Qiyou is the sword that entangles the three lives and the seventh generation, when I went to Liubo Mountain that day, I didn't know that this Wufeng, which had been lost for more than 6,000 years, actually fell into the hands of Ye Xiaochuan. These two divine swords are entangled in the seventh generation, and at this moment, they fell into the hands of two young disciples, a man and a woman, respectively, in Cangyunmen, it seems that most of them are destined to be providential, but the master of the double sword in this life, whether it is a marriage or a bad fate, it is difficult to say. ”

The expression of the Flowing Wave Fairy changed rapidly, she knew that the demon husband was definitely not a woman who was good at joking, and at this moment the demon lady's expression and tone were quite solemn, obviously this matter was not trivial.

Ye Xiaochuan slept very comfortably this night, like an unborn fetus, lying quietly in his mother's belly.

However, in the depths of the soul, there seems to be a sigh full of the vicissitudes of time gently echoing.

Who's sighing?

Who is whispering?

What was he sighing about, what was he whispering?

Six thousand years of past, why did the grievances and hatreds of three lives and seven lifetimes fall on him?

It was late at night, and Ye Xiaochuan still didn't wake up.

It was dawn, and he was still asleep.

It seemed like the longest sleep of his life.

I don't know when it started, that kind of comfortable comfort gradually disappeared, and Ye Xiaochuan's soul seemed to have entered a mysterious nightmare.

All around him was ethereal white, vague, and he felt like he was walking on the clouds.

Then, he saw a man standing with his back to him, in the ethereal white smoke.

Ye Xiaochuan looked left and right, and then finally couldn't help but step forward and said, "This fellow Daoist, where is this? Was I killed by Sun Yao's bastard? Did I go to the eighteenth layer of hell or went to heaven?"

The man's back moved, and he turned around slowly, and it was actually a handsome and extraordinary man, with snow-white clothes fluttering gently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were a little arrogant and unruly, as if he was a god who looked down on all living beings in the world, making people dare not look directly into his eyes.

The man in white said lightly: "This is not hell, nor heaven, but your dream." ”

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said, "Dream? Am I not competing with Sun Yao's bastard? Why did I suddenly dream? Also! How can I say that Ye Xiaochuan is also a big man with a normal sexual orientation, how can I dream of a man as handsome and dashing as me? I should dream of a beautiful fairy without clothes? Could it be that I, Ye Xiaochuan, have hidden in my bones a habit that even I don't know about Longyang? Ah! No wonder I hang out with Zhu Changshui's men all day long! What is this? Is this a disease? Can it be cured?"

The man in white looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and his handsome cheeks, which were like knives, showed a little stunned. This stinky boy seems to be a little similar to himself when he was alive!

After a long time, the man in white said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan, do you have any dreams?"

Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and said, "Dream, why are you asking this?"

The man in white said, "Maybe I can make your dream come true." ”

Ye Xiaochuanzai looked at the man in white carefully, and said, "Are you the dream god?"

The man in white said, "You can understand it that way. ”

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly threw the troubles just now out of the Nine Heavens Cloud, a lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "My dream is to become the number one master in the world! ”

The man in white was stunned for a while, rolled his eyes, and said: "Can you have some reliable dreams, everyone in the world wants to live forever, but who really lives forever? If there is such a good deal, you can also introduce it to me, I also want to live tens of thousands of years more and see the prosperity and changes of the world." ”

Ye Xiaochuan said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you the God of Dreams?

The man in white snorted: "This kind of dream that is beyond reality, let alone me, even the Jade Emperor can't help you realize it!"

Ye Xiaochuan pursed his lips, and after thinking about it carefully, it seems that the threshold of this dream he mentioned is indeed a bit high and the difficulty is a bit big.

He said: "Okay, okay, let me change my dream, you see that I look as handsome and chic as you, and I think that with my handsome face, it should be no problem to find seven or eight beautiful fairies to be double monks, I don't have high requirements, everyone's posture is no worse than Yun Qiyou, you should be able to help me realize this little dream." ”

The man in white stared at Ye Xiaochuan's cheeks, and he really couldn't tell where this stinky boy was handsome, let alone comparable to his own appearance.

He said decisively: "What is your previous dream that was seriously detached from the facts and unrealistic?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Become the number one master in the world, crisscross the three realms, sweep the universe, live forever, and live with the sky!"

The man in white nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, let's study this dream of yours." ”

Ye Xiaochuan was furious!

shouted: "Dream God, what do you mean, do you think that it is more difficult for me to find a few beautiful fairies to be a two-day Taoist couple, than for me to become the first person in the history of the world to live and live forever?"

The man in white nodded without hesitation, and said loudly: "Yes!"

Ye Xiaochuan was even more angry, rolled up his sleeves, pointed to the nose of the man in white and said, "Don't think that you are as handsome as me, I won't dare to beat you!"

The man in white smiled faintly and said, "You try." ”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "You said it!

The white air around him suddenly changed, Ye Xiaochuan was about to make a move, only to feel that his feet were empty, and the ground under his feet unexpectedly revealed a pitch-black abyss hole, as if he had lost control, his body fell rapidly towards the abyss, as if he was about to fall into the legendary eighteen-layer Abi Hell.

Ye Xiaochuan screamed in horror, wanting to urge the True Law to stabilize the rapidly falling body, but he couldn't mobilize a trace of True Yuan spiritual power no matter what.

Although the man in white said that this was his dream, this dream was too real!