The world is shaking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I feel it. I had only taken three steps, three steps away from the rambling bastard, and the ground began to shake. Suddenly looking back, the bastard jumped up excitedly, and there was a bright lightsaber in his hand. White light.

Raise your head again, something appears in the sky, someone floating in the sky, or rather, floating down from the sky. towards us.

It's a zombie! Fuck it! It's really like that rambling bastard said, the flying zombie has appeared!

It's coming!

I don't want to fight zombies, I want to dream about it, play a guzheng song, and get a good night's sleep...... Anyway, now I'm sleeping, and in a dream. No, no, no, the kind of sleep I want to sleep when I wake up is the kind of sleep that doesn't use the dream technique, and even if I'm in a dream, I don't have to be happy for reality.

I'm going to go back to the stairs along the stairs from which I came, and find a room by the way, so that I can stay in a daze and not think about anything. Flying zombies, let this bastard fight. As soon as I thought of it, I ran towards the exit where I came.

I froze, where the hell is there? I saw a rushing river. I looked back, and the chattering bastard had already been fighting with those flying zombies, and he was hugged by seven or eight zombies, but he shouted one, two, or three times, and the lightsaber in his hand shone brightly, dazzling, and when I looked at it again, the zombies were scattered.

The other zombies pounced again.

The place on the left, which was fenced, has become a grassland, with a glimmer of light in the darkness, and white snow, and it is very cold, although I don't know, but this environment is not cold for no reason. Although it was a dream.

The glimmer in the darkness was the light of the electric motorcycle. There were three tightly wrapped middle-aged men in the car.

The beard is stubble and slightly curly.

The cyclist should be the boss, who sat on the electric box at the front of the electric motorcycle and scolded the noise coming from behind. He was also in a state of irritability. There is no end of the prairie in sight, a bumpy road.

The wind was quietly whistling, and the white snowflakes fell mischievously on the faces and beards of the three people like cheerful elves. The electric motorcycle also drove quietly, passing through a concave and convex ground.

The middle-aged man who sat at the end of the mouth was a little like to be active, complaining that the night was cold and the snowflakes were still dancing.

The man in the middle was a little gloomy, not speaking, expressionless, like a doll.

I could see at a glance in my dream that these three people were all Caucasians, Huang Sheng Continent, and only Asians were Caucasians. I look at the three of them as if I were reading a book, I am immersed, not any one character, but a mass of consciousness. How did I float on the heads of the three of them!?

It's a dream. It's really weird. The bastard named Guo Boxiong in front of him was still fighting flying zombies with that powerful lightsaber. And the three Caucasian men pushed the electric motorcycle and rushed up as well.

I floated in the air and watched them fight the zombies. I found that this flying zombie was much more powerful than ordinary zombies, waving and kicking his feet between jumps. Both the Caucasian man and Guo Boxiong were kicked by zombies three or four times.

There are three Caucasians, one of whom uses a big knife, where did he get the big knife? It's just a dream, don't care. One person is bare-handed, but when a zombie is hit by it, almost all of them will spontaneously combust. The power end is powerful. It is estimated that the fire element technique was used.

One person is also bare-handed, and the zombie will tremble significantly when it is hit by it, is it an electric element technique?

There are more and more zombies in the sky. I floated in the air and didn't know where to go. There is a river in the back, a plain on the left, a downstairs in front, and a street below, and there are many zombies. The same is true on the right.

Helplessly, I also joined the fight. I just hope that the dream will wake up soon. I'm tired of fighting zombies. The boredom grew, and my fist hit the zombie harder and harder. I didn't realize it, I was just bored. But there is no way, there is really no way out of this dream. There is no other option but to fight.

But the zombie's legs never kick me, and the stiff hands always can't hit me. I finally have some comfort in this. I'm so powerful, those three Caucasian people and people as powerful as Guo Boxiong will inevitably be attacked by zombies, but I can be so powerful that I can't be beaten at all.

I don't know how long I fought. When I looked up, there were so many zombies in the sky that they were as dense as raindrops. Desperate, dying. There's no way the four of us can beat so many zombies.

Sure enough, the building collapsed. I woke up.

When I open my eyes, my consciousness shifts from dream to reality. I immediately performed a "dream awakening technique", and I couldn't forget the things in my dream at all. Tired, a deep sense of tiredness came over me, how could this be? I slept all night. Could it be that fighting zombies in a dream will affect me in reality?

In his dream, his plan to practice the art of fighting and the eight steps of extreme speed was frustrated. Dream tricks seem to have become chicken ribs.

In my dream, I promised myself that I would play the guzheng for at least an hour. Guzheng lay quietly in the corner. I picked it up and leaned my back against the wall, my hand stroking the cold strings. The strings and body are cold at all times, and it is better to say that it is cold than cold.

I played the song "Tetanus". Bounced it three times.

Then I played a song "Immortal Freedom", and the song stopped. Not satisfied, I went to play "Tetanus" again. Still dissatisfied, not only was his heart not calm, but he became more and more irritable.

Didn't say anything, I was tired and wanted to sleep.

I'm really tired and want to sleep. Go to sleep, hold the piano, and I'll go back to sleep. With the scent of peach blossoms wafting from the window, I fell asleep again.

Dream.

There was a phoenix hovering in the sky, and then it was gone. I'm standing tall on top of a black building. There is a raging river not far from the top of the building. Wait a minute, tell Jiang's story.

I've never seen anything so beautiful about the phoenix. The sequence of colors is so perfectly combined.

He flew closer to me. Black sky background. The perfect color on his body flickered and disappeared, like a neon sign. I was as excited as I saw something peerless, staring at him and flying into the darkness to see it.

Not much time has passed. I guess the phoenix must have been a male, because there are two beautiful colored phoenixes in the sky. My heart was struck by this beauty, and I stared straight at them, and shouted excitedly: Look! Phoenix!

None of the people in the classroom paid any attention to me (I was in the classroom of the school in the mortal world, and the dream was like this, I was still on the roof just now, why did I run to the classroom?). I don't know if they didn't believe me, or if they didn't believe what I said.

Not much time has passed. A group of people felt that these two phoenixes were really strange and too valuable, so they formed a team to catch them with ropes.

Not far away, the river in the middle of the river is rippling and dancing. The sky is covered with white clouds. I looked up at the sky above me, a bunch of white clouds, a fast mess, gathered together to make love, and kept spinning. It was a spectacular scene.

Not much time has passed. Just as I had seen the affectionate spinning white clouds at my head, the white clouds in the sky seemed to spring: they flew into my field of vision and left as fast as bullets, fluttering like petals, falling into my mouth, and a huge white cloud ant stretched out its feet and kicked out a huge black hole. The hole instantly filled (pausing for a moment) half the sky.

The hole is starting to clutter up with things: real, tiny ants, sanitary napkins, beautiful women, robots, comics!?

"Tambi, why did you fall from above?!" I asked Thubi in surprise (Thubi is a talking black cat, I have the memory of this black cat in my dream memory, but I don't have a memory of it in reality, Tambi is its name. ）。

Tease was a little confused: "I don't know." I let out a fart, yawned and suddenly fell down, scared me to death. ”

I see. I was stunned. I said happily, I haven't seen the ripples in the recent time in a few dreams, and he said that what else can I do, I should fart and fart, I should watch ants and ants, and make do. Then Terrby asked me where I had gone and what I had done without his dreams. I said that in my last dream, I was chased and caught by a lot of zombies in an underground labyrinth. Luckily, there was an elevator at the end of the tunnel, and I and a few others hid in the elevator. From the elevator to another passage, I was chased and scratched again, and I hid in the elevator again and again.