I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 545 Horrible
"What have you been up to lately?"

Harley gave up her plan to leave immediately, and sat heavily on a chair, chatting with Sandman while eating the fruit and pastries from Dreamland.

The last favor has been used up, if you don’t hurry up to build a "deep" friendship now, how can you ask for favors again in the future?
"Gudong Gudong." The food defense specialty jar is actually bubbling!
Moreover, the plate is like a magazine with infinite bullets. Take a shortbread and immediately produce another same shortbread.

Can't eat enough!

Harry was stunned, and his eyes began to shine as he looked at the food on the plate.

But then, she was full of doubts again. As the master of the two great domains of dreams and nightmares, it was completely reasonable for Murphys to entertain guests with "divine-level" food.

But she is not descending from the main body now, why can she let the digestive system evolve?

Is the digestive system not limited to the stomach and intestines of the physical body?

"I'm recuperating these days while restoring order to the dream world that has been chaotic for decades. Sigh, in the days when I'm no longer there, many dream lords have escaped to the human world." Murphys sighed.

"What's the matter with this food, it seems to affect my physical body." Harry asked.

"The food, like the palace, is created by my power. My power can be projected into reality, and so can it."

Resisting the urge to gobble it up, Harley chewed slowly and said, "I have some energy in the political and business circles on Earth, so I can help you find someone."

"That's not necessary, as long as the strength is restored, it is not difficult to find them; if the strength is not restored, if they are found, they may rebel." Murphys said.

Harry frowned and said, "You have already eaten Wangcheng, but you still haven't recovered your vitality, what can you do next?"

Murphys hesitated for a moment, and said: "In order to manage the dream world, I divided my power into four, and I have one for myself, and the other three are turned into three artifacts.

With three artifacts to help manage this world, I can relax a lot and have more private time.

In 1916, when summoned to the Material Plane, all three artifacts were taken by members of the Brotherhood.

Now my main goal is to recover those three artifacts.

If you want to help me, you can start from this aspect. "

Harry didn't know how to evaluate Murphy's behavior.

It is so stupid to take most of the source out of the body and make three artifacts that can be taken away.

But the three artifacts can help him manage the dream world, so that he can spend more time outside. If he didn't spend time outside, he wouldn't be able to meet Calliope and give birth to a son.

"What artifact?" Harry asked.

"A helmet, a pouch containing dream sand, and a red dream stone."

Every time Murphys mentioned an artifact, the specific appearance of the artifact was projected in the air in the original proportion.

Dream Stone and Dream Pocket are relatively common.

The helmet is very weird, it looks like the head of a proboscis.

In front of the gas mask-like helmet, there is a long nose that can be drawn from the face to the chest.

Harry frowned and said, "The direct members of the Brotherhood seem to be dead, maybe even their souls can't survive."

"Any other leads?" she asked.

Murphys shook his head.

"You can't sense the general direction?" Harry asked again.

Murphys continued to shake his head, "If I find one of them and let me recover some of my strength, I can probably sense the other two, but not now."

"Can it be predicted?"

"Maybe you can try." Murphys thought thoughtfully.

"I know a divination master, the younger sister of the lake fairy, the forest fairy Nimue." Ha Li immediately recommended Shangdu.

"I have better candidates."

Murphys stood up, "I need strength, I have to take back the palace."

Harry stood up after him, took the plate of pastries, and ate quickly.

Murphys glanced at her, and with a thought, the palace turned into haze and returned to his body.

The two stood on the desolate land again.

Seeing that the plate and snacks were still there, Harry resumed eating slowly, while Murphys looked up at the sky, sliding his hands gently in the sky.

That action is similar to that of ordinary people sliding their fingers on the screen of the tablet, and the next photo replaces the previous one - the sky scenery "moves" accordingly, from the sun in front of the head to the sunset in the west.

With half a mouthful of puff pastry in Harry's mouth, he opened it slightly to see the puff pastry.

It's okay to change the time, but why does the sun still show its face, and when it is moved, it still smiles at the ground?

Father Sun's smile. Has it come true? !
Murphys slid his finger again, half of the sun fell below the horizon, and the desolate royal city was shrouded in blood red.

On the other side of the horizon, a crescent moon revealed half of its head.

Slide your finger again, the sun disappears completely, mother-in-law moon hangs in the sky, and night falls.

"The sun and the moon are legendary spirits too?" Harry asked.

Murphys shook his head, "They are all my creations."

"What are you doing now?"

"Sleep at night, dream at night, only at night can you connect with other people's dreams."

There was a starlight in Murphy's eyes.

It's not a metaphor, it's just that the eyes are replaced by stars, and the eyes are like a pool of dark and deep water, with cross stars reflected in it.

Very mysterious, but also very pretentious.

"A farmer in Cambodia is dreaming about a new ox cart, and there is a crossroad in the dream."

As Murphys said, he stretched out his hand to grab a handful in the dream of the oxcart in the sky, and a cloud of gray light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Throwing the gray light ball to the ground, there were two dirt roads crossing and spreading on the ground, and the two stood at the crossroads.

"A neon movie buff, immersed in a horror flick, here's the gallows I need."

In a new dream, he grabbed a wooden gallows.

It stood next to Harry, exactly like the real thing.

"In a dream of a baker in China, I found honey"

In this way, Murphys found items from the sleep of mortals.

Harry sniffed the honey, and from the sense of smell, color and touch, she couldn't tell the difference between it and the real thing from the mortal world.

[-]% doesn't make any difference.

When Murphys stopped taking things from the dream, he covered his face, the starlight in his eyes almost condensed into a real cross star, "Clothor, Lachesis, Atropos, enjoy this sacrifice, listen to my call !"

Harry was surprised: "The three goddesses of fate?!"

If it is the fortune teller of God King Zeus, it is indeed more reliable than the above.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo." A gust of wind hung on the ground, and a figure appeared in the center of the wind.

One body, one head with three faces.

The three faces were: a blond girl, a puffy woman wearing a turban, and a skinny old woman with a sharp and ugly face.

The eyes of the three faces were tightly closed, but expressions of joy appeared on their faces.

"Welcome, ladies," Murphys said.

The woman in front opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Murphys, you have lost a lot of weight, have you been having a hard time these years?"

The girl on the side opened her eyes, just in time to see Harry who was approaching curiously.

She blinked her eyes, and after confirming that it wasn't a hallucination, she howled at the top of her voice, "Hecate, it's Harley the Witch, it's Harley the Witch, this is a trap.

The fact that we helped the gods plan her has been exposed, and the witch Harley is finally going to take action against us three sisters! "

The girl was so excited that she broke free from the Trinity God with a "boo".

Uh, she has her own body.

She wanted to run, but was held down by the golden rule net—the three goddesses responded to Murphys' call, and the contract was reached.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hecate, the witch—eh, no, we are in the dreamland, not the earth!"

The old woman was also screaming, halfway through, then stopped abruptly, and quickly calmed down again.

"Stop screaming, this witch Harley is probably fake, a dream product." She said wisely.

The other two goddesses stopped calling.

"Scared me to death!" The girl patted her chest and said angrily, "Murpheus, why did you create a witch Harley here?"

"You still don't understand?" The old woman and the old god were there, looking up and down Harley with critical eyes, "Morpheus has something to ask, so naturally he wants to please us.

This fake 'Harry the Witch', along with the offerings on the ground, are used for sacrifices.

It's the same reason that mortals use paper figures and horses to pay homage to their ancestors.

I have to say, Murphys, you are worthy of being the master of dreams, the created witch, exactly like a real person. "

"Well, the appearance is imitated perfectly, but the temperament is too bad." She commented.

The woman agreed: "It doesn't have the unique overbearingness of a witch, and the eyes are too naive, not cunning enough-oh, it's better now, there seems to be a flash of ruthlessness, not bad, it has become hypocrisy again His smirk smells like that!"

"What are you planning?" Harry smiled.

"Can you still talk?" The girl leaned over, tried to poke Harry's nose with her finger, pressed it down, and bounced it up, "Hehehe, it's so amazing, the expression keeps changing, and now I can't hide my murderous look."

Murphys swallowed, "This is Harley Quinn."

Since meeting Harley, he has always looked calm, neither sad nor happy, and his emotions are not disturbed by external affairs.

But when the girl screamed "Harry the Witch", he was startled and then dumbfounded. It wasn't until the girl said 'murderous' that he woke up again and reminded him aloud.

"Hehe, I understand, you are Meng Jun, and everything you create in the dream world is real." The old woman smiled.

"We will treat her as a real person." The woman smiled.

"We are very satisfied with your sacrifice." The girl smiled.

Murphys was silent for a while, before sighing softly: "It was the witch Harley who rescued me from the Brotherhood, do you know? Do you understand now?"

The expressions of the three goddesses froze, their heads turned mechanically, and they looked at Harry dully.

Harry grinned.

"Gudong." The girl, woman, and old woman swallowed at the same time.

"It was a misunderstanding," said the old woman dryly.

"We're kidding you." The woman gave a stiff smile.

"You saved our sister Calliope." The girl's eyes flickered.

"Well, the three of you are really humorous, and the joke is very interesting." Harry looked kindly, nodded and smiled.

The three goddesses looked at each other and had the urge to run away again.

Murphys coughed lightly, and said: "You all know my experience, during those unbearable years, I lost a lot of things, time and honor, as well as the three artifacts of the dream.

I need them, please tell me, how can I find my treasures. "

"Murphys, you have done such evil things to us, and you still want us to help?" The old woman turned her negative emotions into anger and poured them on Murphys.

Murphys sighed, without any excuse, and said directly: "There are some ancient rules that I must abide by, and neither of you can avoid them. My request is very simple, give me three answers."

"Okay, each of us has an answer for you."

If they want to get away from the witch Harley quickly, they must fulfill the wish of the summoner Murphys.

This is the rule.

(End of this chapter)