Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 And what surprised him now is that it was not the groom who was replaced at the scene, but the clown performing at the edge of the wedding scene.

　　 "Huh? Why do you invite a clown to the wedding?"

　　 Of course, no one can answer his question. Thinking about this boring question, someone around him actually spoke to him:

　　 "Jenkins, this is great, Yura finally got together with Mr. Garcia!"

　　 It was Hathaway, or Hathaway that Miss Garcia thought in her dream. She looked the same as she saw a few minutes ago, except that she was wearing a slightly mature skirt.

　　 "We will also..."

　　 The woman said, blushing and lowered her head.

　　 "It turns out that Miss Rick thinks Hathaway and I have this kind of relationship, ha, this is really interesting."

　　 Generally speaking, the mental power of ordinary people is not enough to support a huge dream with rich details. Therefore, after Miss Rick's eyes were removed from Jenkins and Hathaway, the girl next to her never said anything.

　　 Jenkins sat up like her, secretly glanced at the clown on one side, guessing what it wanted to do.

　　 The wedding started soon, everything was normal, but the people attending the wedding showed exaggerated excitement and excitement, which forced Jenkins to be like them, but in fact he did not have such a mood at all.

　　 "In the name of righteousness and skillful craftsmanship (Garcia's faith), Alan Goodbye Garcia, would you like to marry Miss Yula Encore Rick?"

Chapter 690: Dream Demon

　　 "Yes, priest, I do."

　　 said Garcia in his dream.

　　 "In the name of the spirit of righteousness (Miss Rick's belief), Yura Encore Rick, would you like to marry Mr. Alan Goodbye Garcia?"

　　 "It's me, I am willing."

　　Miss Rick’s face is full of happiness. If no one else intervenes, this is definitely a beautiful dream.

　　 "In the name of the Twelve Righteous Gods, is there anyone who opposes the union of the two?"

　　 The old priest raised his hands and asked, judging from his costume, he belongs to the [Church of Creation and Machinery]. According to mainland customs, the priest who presides over the wedding should be invited from the man’s religion, that is to say, if Jenkins gets married, then...

　　 "Damn, what am I thinking?"

　　 He patted his head, and then heard someone shout:

"I object!"

　　 This is of course the clown shouted.

　　 "Oh? Please explain your reason!"

　　 the priest said loudly, the clown immediately threw down the things in his hand and walked along the red carpet to the married couple, but the sitting guests did not have any strange reactions.

　　 "I am opposed to their union, because I also love Alan Garcia!"

　　 The clown is male, which means that Miss Rick naturally understands. She looked at her groom with shocked eyes, who lowered her head in embarrassment, but did not shake off the hand held by the clown.

　　 "Oh, sage!"

　　Jenkins couldn't think of the development of the story like this, he already regretted wasting precious sleep time here.

　　 "Sorry, Miss Rick."

　　 First, he silently apologized in his heart, after all, the next actions will probably leave a profound impact on the owner of the dream.

　　 "No, you are so cruel to me!"

　　The guests sitting in the first row suddenly stood up. According to the habit, they should be the closest person to the groom or the bride. The bald man in gray formalwear shouted, stood up and walked quickly to the clown, grabbing his hand:

　　 "Are you lying to me? You said that the person you love is..."

　　 The clown immediately looked at Miss Rick in shock. This is not his script. He took this as a subconscious counterattack from the dream master. In fact, Miss Rick was also at a loss, she hadn't even understood what was happening now.

"Oh no!"

　　 Another man made a sad cry and jumped out to hold the clown's arm. With his movements, the guests off the court almost all made the same reaction, and countless hands reached out to the clown at the same time.

　　 The latter can only evade somewhat embarrassedly, and use his own hands to block the grabbing hands. Suddenly it felt a little different in the touch of a hand. It only felt an extremely cold breath rushing to the head along the arm, and instantly even the ability to manipulate dreams was frozen.

　　 struggled to leave this unlucky dream, but was pulled to the sky by a huge force.

"caught you!"

　　 Jenkins got out of the quilt with a low whisper, tightly pinching a bunch of colorful cigarettes with both hands. This thing looks like gas, but it's actually solid, and it feels like pinching jelly when you hold it.

　　 "It turned out not to be a nightmare, but a dream monster! Damn thing, you killed me!"

　　 As he said, he picked up the empty teacup on the side and stuffed the contents in his hands. Then he lifted the teapot and poured some water in, freezing the water with a flick of his fingers, that is, sealing the mouth of the teacup.

　　 Meng Yao possesses extremely strong abilities in dreams, but in reality it is weak and pitiful, and even a thin layer of ice cannot be broken.

　　 "Hathaway! Hathaway!"

　　 He even ignored his cat, and walked out the door quickly wearing slippers. The cat pressed his throat and whimpered, looking boredly at his wagging tail.

　　 "Hathaway! Hathaway!"

　　 Jenkins walked quickly to the corridor, looking around, and found that Hathaway was not in the bedroom. This is better, after all, Jenkins didn't know how to explain to Miss Mihail that he was visiting so late.

　　 Walking along the corridor to the stairs, she found the red-haired girl at the corner. Neither of them had lighting tools in their hands, only the faint moonlight shone through the clouds and windows into the villa.

　　 The girl turned her back to Jenkins, and the wind blowing from nowhere blew her long hair away from her shoulders. Jenkins guessed that it should have come in through the broken window of Miss Mikhail’s old bedroom.

　　 Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, Hathaway turned and looked back. When she saw Jenkins in the dark smiling in her pajamas, her face blushed again.

　　 "You, what are you going to do?"

　　 "Look!"

　　 Excited like a child, he stepped forward and raised the cold tea cup in his hand to the girl.

　　 "Look, what did I catch!"

　　 Hathaway looked suspiciously under the ice layer of the cup. Although she did not have the abilities of [Dark Vision], she could barely see the colorful things.

　　 hesitated for a while, "Meng Yao?"

　　 As the answer was uttered, she suddenly realized what Jenkins said strangely just now. Except for this possibility, she didn't think Jenkins would speak so proactively.

　　 "Yes, it is the Dream Demon. This thing just invaded my dream and made me dream of something... strange, now it is caught by me!"

　　 "Really? But you can actually perceive Meng Yao's manipulation, which is amazing."

　　 She suddenly felt a little lost and felt that she was a big fool. She was anxious about what the man in front of him said just now. It was impossible to say that kind of words from the man's mouth.

　　 Hathaway remembered the beautiful dream before hearing the strange voice from Jenkins. If it weren't for that dream, she wouldn't foolishly believe Jenkins' words after waking up.

　　 That dream should also have something to do with this dream demon.

　　 "Let’s interrogate it together! It is definitely not a coincidence that the dream demon appears here!"

　　 Jenkins suggested.

"Ok."

　　 The woman's voice is a little low, she is very angry now, but she doesn't know who should be angered, so the thing in the teacup becomes the best vent.

　　 The two found an empty room along the corridor. Jenkins flung his hand to light the candlestick on the table. They pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down and looked at the teacup.

　　 "Be careful it escapes."

　　 Hathaway reminded.

"I see."

　　 Jenkins nodded, stretched out the burning index finger of his right hand, and poke a round hole in the ice layer at the mouth of the teacup.

　　 Meng Yao immediately "squeezed" out of the round hole, but when it saw the man standing in front of it, it silently backed away and remained motionless, looking like it was pretending to be dead.

Chapter 691 Chapter Sixty Seventy-Nine Chapter K

　　According to previous records and historical data, the dream monster is not an evil race like the nightmare. Although they all feed on dreams, the dream demon will not take the initiative to harm the owner of the dreams.

　　 But in order to get better dreams, that is, food, dream monsters sometimes use their talents to guide dreams in unusual directions. It is manifested as human cognition, which is the kind of dream that can cause great ups and downs in emotions.

　　 Just like just now, although it looks bad, it is actually a "prank".

　　 "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

　　 This is the truth, Jenkins is not yet intent on killing.

　　 "Please don't worry, as long as you can answer some of my questions, I won't worry about what happened just now."

　　 This is a lie, Jenkins can't avoid revenge.

"What do you want to ask?"

　　 The immature whispers of a child came into the ears. This is a spiritual dialogue. For mental creatures like Meng Yao that do not possess a physical body, spiritual dialogue is instinct.

　　 "Who assigned you to attack us?"

　　 He has determined that this is not an accident.

　　 "I can't say, I signed a contract. If I tell the other party to the contract, I will be punished terribly."

　　 Jenkins immediately looked at Hathaway, who was not surprised by this result.

　　 "Then why are you here? Are you raised?"

　　 This is Hathaway’s problem.

"No, please don't insult me, I am the free dream demon Zhuoman! Tonight, I was traveling in the gap between reality and dreams, and only when I smelled the [mental blocking metal] smell here. "

　　 [Mental Blocking Metal] is a kind of artificially made B-class extraordinary, but all things are mutually reinforcing, which is the best food for a small number of spiritual races. This was what the old man told Jenkins, but he didn't expect Meng Yao to like it.

　　 "Have you seen the masters of those metals?"

　　 "Yes, we signed a contract, and that person gave me a large piece of metal. Let me test each of you’s dreams and tell who is extraordinary."

　　 This sentence is true, which means that the murderer is also extraordinary. According to what Jenkins saw in the villa, apart from him and Hathaway, the only gifter left was Mrs. Hydra.

"is her?"

　　 Jenkins thought suspiciously, and at the same time motioned to Hathaway to ask something.

　　 "Whose dream have you invaded?"

　　 she asked.

　　 Meng Yao was silent for a while before repliing in a timid voice:

　　 "The two of you, Brian Michal, Alan Garcia, and Yula Rick."

　　 Everyone who was lost in the storm returned smoothly. This almost impossible thing made someone in the villa suspicious. This should be one of the reasons for the murderer's temptation. But that person may not necessarily be Mrs. Hydra. After all, just possessing [Mental Blocking Metal] and an extraordinary contract does not mean that he must be an extraordinary person, but the probability is very high.

　　 Due to the validity of the contract, the dream monster Zhuoman refused to disclose any information about that human to Jenkins and Hathaway. But Hathaway soon found a loophole in the contract. After all, it is difficult to be very strict with such things as the contract. Even the confidentiality contract of the church sometimes becomes invalid.

　　The loophole is that the limit of the contract in the dream is weaker than the reality. Jenkins personally followed it and sneaked into the dream of a servant downstairs, transforming from the dream monster into a general human figure.

　　 The figure is very vague and the face is not visible, but that obviously does not match the image of the middle-aged woman Hydra. According to observations, the possibility of being a male is extremely high, and there are more than double digits in the villa with similar body shapes.

　　 "Is it really ordinary people, or is there a gifter we don't know lives in the tunnel of the villa?"

　　 At present, there are only these two possibilities.

　　 Jenkins wanted to get further information, so he played a trick. He and the dream demon are in a dream, and here Jenkins has the home court advantage.

　　 "Sir, I won't run away, can you not try so hard?"

　　 The group of colorful irregular objects made a pitiful sound, but was immediately pinched by the man with greater strength to make a sound. Jenkins threw it on the street. The content of the dream at this time was that the servant was enjoying the summer time in the street dessert shop.

　　 "I can't see his face, you need to make a clearer face."

　　 "Oh, sir, I really can't!"

　　 It screamed in surprise on the street, and the pedestrians passing by showed no surprise at all.

　　 "Then I will ask again, you answer me seriously, what is your name?"

　　 "Zuoman!"

　　 "When did you appear in this villa?"