Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 410 The Light Spot of Dreams
New York, Brooklyn, underground of a certain coffee shop, which used to be a popular coffee shop near Lao Tang's residence. Countless black technologies transformed the underground into a laboratory.

Most of the time this laboratory is used to analyze various excrement of Old Tang. The laboratory that sounds rather heavy taste is a rare opportunity for most secret party scientists. After all, you cannot stand on the side of the Dragon King before him, and asked him:
"Mr. Dragon King, have you pulled it?"

The answer to this question is probably only a roar and the destruction brought by the spirit of speech, but now, this laboratory has been converted into another new home of Old Tang, and the main research object is not Old Tang, but Constantine.

To be precise, it should be called Constantine Tang.

Old Tang originally wanted to give him a new name, but his own ability to name was not good, so he couldn't think of it after thinking for a long time, so he could only use the original one.

Now, in another laboratory, Old Tang saw the theoretical younger brother, a round meat ball floating in a cylindrical jar, surrounded by reagents glowing yellow-green, which was the last thing Constantine left behind. Traces in the world, a ball of meat encased in a human brain.

This biological tissue called the brain nucleus can absorb the surrounding nutrients through the surface film, and the internal brain is dormant most of the time, only a few times it will produce a little activity, just like a sleeping child turning over uncomfortably in a dream.

Thanks to this unique structure, Constantine is theoretically still alive, but neither Ender nor Old Tang will be satisfied with this step, what they expect is only more.

Now is the first attempt to establish the simplest connection with this big meat ball.

And the best person to establish a connection is Chu Feng who is standing there in a suit while Monk Zhang Er is puzzled.

"I don't understand, why don't you use magic to try, detect thoughts, send messages and so on." Old Tang looked at Chu Feng who was exuding the air of a playboy, and asked in a low voice, a little worried.

"I tried it and came to the conclusion that your brother is sleeping and his brain activity is restricted due to the structure of this tissue."

Ander walked up to the cylinder, greeted the scientists at the upper window, then pulled Chu Feng over and said, "Xiao Feng, let me introduce you, this is Old Tang, my friend."

"Hello, my name is Chu Feng." Hearing what An De said, Chu Feng did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly introduced himself: "Please rest assured, I will leave this mission to me."

"Xiaofeng's speech spirit is a nightmare, it can create dreams, maybe only in this way can you barely see what your brother is thinking." An De introduced to Old Tang, and Old Tang nodded, crossed his two prosthetic limbs together, and bowed slightly Body: "Then please."

"It's easy to say, well, where is the patient?" Chu Feng straightened his hair and looked around curiously. Ander patted him on the shoulder helplessly, pointed to the sphere in the cylinder and said, "This is it."

"Grandpa An De, don't be joking..." Chu Feng laughed, seeing Ander's resolute eyes, opened his mouth, froze there, then took a breath of cold air: "Hiss, this, this is me You can create dreams, but you have to have a head."

Chu Feng has become accustomed to activate the speech spirit by looking directly into the other person's eyes, so that creating dreams will be smoother. This little trick comes from the hypnosis course of Toyama Masashi.

Now facing a round meat ball, it is more troublesome.

"Is that so? Maybe you can use another language-speaking spirit, such as the language-speaking spirit. How about psychic communication? The kind is to link the subconscious mind of the two, but it may cause some damage to your brother's brain."

"Don't, don't, let him try it first, don't you have a head, don't you still have a brain?" Old Tang's prosthetic limb was thrown like a skipping rope, showing a wave of resistance from the heel to the back of the head.

"Then Xiaofeng, try it first." Ander nodded at Chu Feng, who stood in front of the cylinder with a wry smile. He had created dreams for many different people, the commissioner who couldn't fall asleep, the woman who longed for love, the body Broken wounded, but never seen such a patient, with only one brain left, Chu Feng even doubted whether this lump could be called a human being.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed down, then turned around and asked, "Then what kind of dream will you create?"

"The owner of this brain is a boy about six or seven years old, you can make it according to his age." Ander stood behind Chu Feng, and cast an encouraging look at this junior.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" Ender looked at Old Tang, who took a few deep breaths, and said slowly, "Tell him I'm fine and safe now, and I can really meet him soon."

Chu Feng nodded. He understands this kind of emotion, but family affection and love are areas he is not willing to get involved in. He is still too young to have a deep understanding of such feelings. Compared with such sensational scenes, he prefers to create A dream of my little pony bouncing around.

"Understood, I'm starting." Chu Feng closed his eyes, and the next second, his eyes opened, and the black eyes turned into golden pupils, and the obscure and powerful dragon text spit out from his mouth, which is something that normal humans cannot utter. the sound of.

Because there is supreme power in this voice.

This is one of the pillars on which the Dragon Clan survives, Yan Ling. In this laboratory, the domain of Yan Ling was established the moment Chu Feng spit out the dragon text, and began to affect the brain nucleus placed in the middle.

There was a trace of sweat on Chu Feng's forehead. This kind of pressure was far beyond his imagination. He felt that his spirit was like swimming in mercury, and every step required a lot of energy.

Seeing this, Ander took out the keel cross from the interspatial bag. A fist-sized white pearl was inlaid on the top of the red cross. Ander stuffed the keel cross into Chu Feng's hand. At that moment, the white pearl Pearls exude dazzling brilliance.

Chu Feng only felt that his spirit had been buffed with endless power, and he was rampaging in the block of the brain nucleus. In the next second, that block was instantly broken through.

After gaining the authority of the White King, this keel cross can gain a certain amount of spiritual gain even if it is held. This is of no use to Ender, but it is appropriate for this time.

But Chu Feng's words didn't work as expected. The dream only lasted for a short time before it turned into another scene. It was like a gray world seen in a half-dream and half-awake, surrounded by blurred gray mist , a boy sat in the fog with his knees hugged, looking at Chu Feng who appeared here.

"Brother, is that you?..."

　It's still more, Lao Tang's younger brother has another
　　
　
(End of this chapter)