Liyue: Dijun wants to support me every day

Chapter 77

"As the demon god of dreams, you understand the characteristics of dreams the best, right?" Zhong Cha said persuasively.

She's not making it up, after all, it's really Zhongli's dream.

I don't know if the Demon God of Dreams who has the power of dreams can detect it.

The Demon God of Dream narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was confirming whether what Zhong Cha said was true.

She stretched out her hand, condensed a purple elemental ball, and then pushed the elemental ball into the distance.

The purple elemental ball flew into the distance, farther and farther away.

And the eyes of the Demon God of Dream became more and more dignified.

Zhong Cha watched the direction where the elemental ball was flying, thinking that this was a way for the Demon God of Dreams to test whether it was a dream or reality.

The elemental ball didn't come back, but disappeared into the distance.

The Demon God of Dream supported his forehead and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I never imagined, I never imagined that I would also be trapped in a dream, and hold the power of [Dreamland], but I would be trapped in a dream without knowing it."

Then, she spread five fingers, grabbed Zhong Cha's neck with one hand, and lifted her up, "Then, you'd better tell me how you found out, and how to decipher this dream."

The Dream Demon God didn't seem to use any force, but that force almost made it difficult for Zhong Cha to breathe.

She grinned grimly, "It doesn't matter if you don't speak, I have plenty of ways to make you speak."

Since this is a dreamland, everything she does, whether it's capturing the disciples of Morax, or becoming the ruler of the world, is meaningless.

Thus, the Demon God of Dreams snatched Zhong Cha back to his domain.

She threw her into the dungeon, and pointed her finger at the darkness, "My child, let her know what a nightmare is."

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As soon as Zhong Cha got up from the ground, he met the very familiar eyes, which were the same golden eyes as Zhong Li, and above the golden eyes, there was a little purple mark.

"Drill..." Zhong Cha was a little surprised. The child the Demon God of Dreams mentioned was actually Mandrill!
'Drill' was not moved by the name she called out, his eyes were dull, and hot green flames were burning all over his body.

He was different from the cold fairy Zhong Cha was familiar with. The 'Drill' at this moment was full of hostility, both in expression and in behavior.

Suddenly, the story of Mandrill's character flashed through her mind.

'The mandrill who used to be young and ignorant was caught by the demon god's weakness and arrested as a subordinate demon, and obeyed his instructions to do a lot of cruel and bloody things.

He has created a lot of killing karma, trampled on many ideals, and was asked to swallow the dreams of the loser. He was in great pain but couldn't help himself. '

Could it be that the Demon God who arrested Mandrill was the Demon God of Dreams?

In other words, the mandrill at this moment is no longer the mandrill she is familiar with, and even obeys the order of the demon god of dreams to torture her?
Although, yes, I was tortured by Mandrill cough cough
Zhong Cha was really looking forward to this kind of thing.

But business matters.

The Demon God of Dreams seemed to be trying to decipher the dream by herself, so she threw Zhong Cha into the dungeon and left.

In the dark and damp dungeon, only Zhong Cha and Mandrill were left.

Mandrill's expression at the moment was cold and devoid of emotion, which was very frightening.

The dungeon was gloomy and cold, Zhong Cha looked into Mandrill's eyes and shivered for no reason.

What does he want to do?
She ran around, and the walls were covered with instruments of torture, whips, knives, and saws.
There are even dried black marks on the torture tools, presumably, left by the last person who was tortured.

Da da--

Mandrill moved and walked towards her step by step.

Zhong Cha subconsciously moved his body back until his back touched the cold wall.

Finished calf.

She wanted to cry without tears, and raised her little face that was pale with fright, "Can you let me choose the torture device myself?"

Mandrill looked down at her, silent.

Half of his figure, submerged in the darkness, made him look even more scary.

However, Mandrill didn't do anything, but sat down beside Zhong Cha along the wall.

His golden pupils were dimmed, staring blankly at the ground.

He was like a statue, without speaking or breathing.

Zhong Cha looked at him, and hesitantly poked Mandrill's bare arm with his fingertips.

The touch is cold, but this is a living wife!

(End of this chapter)