The Dream Maker

The door was quietly pushed open.

Lao Fu snuffed out the smoke and took one foot.

The room was extremely dark.

But Lao Fu had no expression on his face. The death of spades had little to do with Su Fu.

But... It still matters, doesn't it?

Lao Fu raised his hand, grabbed his chest, bit his teeth, and looked a little painful and self reproach.

If he hadn't let spades accept this task, he would not have been killed by Dream Eaters when he watched girls grow up.

Take a breath.

Lao Fu's expression became natural again. He was wrong, but... Su Fu was also wrong.

In the room.

It's very quiet.

The clock ticked and the sound of walking rang through the room.

Lao Fu took a step. The sound of shoes colliding with the ground was very clear in the room.

Suddenly.

He frowned.

A cold wind blew in.

The red robe rolled over, and the black hair fell from the ceiling, suddenly obscuring his sight. A cold face and bleeding eyes stared at him coldly.

In the distance, the white cat with green eyes stared at him with its mouth open.

Strange atmosphere, if ordinary people may have been numb and robbed the door.

However, after experiencing the initial surprise, Lao Fu calmed down. This calmness stems from his confidence in strength.

Ghost in red?

Lao Fu's eyes narrowed slightly under sunglasses.

In front of absolute strength

Monsters can only get out!

The majestic spiritual perception was suddenly released.

As soon as the little slave's face changed, his body disappeared and appeared again, hanging on the side of the cat's mother.

The cat's hair exploded and stood up.

Lying in bed, Su Fu suddenly opened his eyes and woke up instantly.

Lao Fu has no expression.

Suddenly.

There was a roar, and the glass of the window suddenly broke.

With a click, a disposable chopstick came suddenly under the influence of spiritual perception.

Lao Fu trembled and his head moved slightly.

With a click, the sunglasses were pierced by chopsticks and nailed to the wall.

"Who are you?"

Su Fu opened the quilt, turned over and burst into a drink.

But I can only see a suit flying.

Lao Fu's figure has disappeared.

……

Downstairs of the dilapidated community.

The boss who sells stone flower paste holds a bowl of hot ramen and looks at it with a headache. There is only one disposable chopstick left.

Bland shook his head.

Turned back to the store and closed the door.

roof top.

Lao Fu looked at the boss who returned to the store and took a deep breath.

"How strong... Level 7 master?!"

The perceptual oppression at that moment just now made his blood flow freeze.

A little master level dreamer who hid in a dilapidated community and opened a small shop?

What is the purpose?

Protect Su Fu?

Lao Fu's eyes narrowed and his deep scar shook. He remembered the previous information. Su Fu's parents' information was shown to be top secret.

Is it

……

Su Fu looked at the disposable chopsticks deep in the wall. There was a pickled cabbage leaf hanging on the chopsticks. The sunglasses were pierced and the lenses were broken to pieces.

Recalling the previous figure, Su Fu felt deja vu.

Who's going to kill him?

Save him... Who is it?

After becoming a dreamer, Su Fu found that the world was really dangerous.

The white haired girl last time, the black suit man this time

Su Fu fell silent.

The little slave floated in, and his pale face was very serious.

Are you moving?

Su Fu thought for a moment.

Finally, I gave up. The danger may not disappear because of moving. Here, someone can protect him. Although I don't know who it is, it's safe for the time being.

In addition to improving his alertness, he should also improve his strength as soon as possible!

He closed the door and locked it.

Su Fu leaned against the wall, held the cat's mother, touched the cat's hair, and stared at the boss.

He can't sleep.

But he didn't dare to enter the black card, so he had to roll the cat all night.

……

Late at night, the moon is full and the stars are few.

Zhou Wenqiang lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, lonely and lonely.

He is a card discriminator. Yes, he is also a senior single dog.

During the day, he is immersed in the happiness of identifying the dream card. Only in the dead of night will he feel the emptiness, loneliness and cold in his heart.

What if I can't sleep?

Zhou Wenqiang urged mengyan to enter an entertainment site.

When he is idle, he will look for some dreams of entertainment dream cards in entertainment sites to eliminate emptiness.

Although, from the perspective of his professional card discriminator, most of these entertainment dreams are shoddy.

Eh?

"Happy day at ghost school?"

"That's an odd name, comedy? It's also recommended on the home page. It should be very good... "

Zhou Wenqiang tilted his mouth and opened his dream.

The picture changed.

He found himself in a cold, deep place.

The night was so deep that there was no sound of insects.

The cold wind rustled and brushed my face. I felt a little cold in my body.

"Not bad... This dream effect is the work of conscience!"

Zhou Wenqiang was surprised.

The opening of this comedy is quite unique. Do you want to be strong first?

A lovely white cat squatted in the distance. Zhou Wenqiang's young man's heart broke out and went over to pick up the white cat.

However, the white cat opened its mouth to him, proudly shook its tail and ran away.

At this time, the surrounding dense forest issued a bleak bird call, and the sound of birds flapping their wings sounded.

Zhou Wenqiang was cold and looked at the dilapidated teaching building in front of him.

The teaching building is silent.

He followed the plot into it and walked upstairs.

In the quiet teaching building, children were playing and the sound of footsteps rang through.

The sound of reading went into my ears.

Creak, creak

The classroom window was shaking and making a soft noise.

Zhou Wenqiang raised his curiosity. The play is really good and the production is so realistic... He is looking forward to what pleasant daily life it will bring him.

But, in the middle of the night, where did the children play?

The stacked desks were shaking, and Zhou Wenqiang took them down.

Suddenly.

At the moment when the desk was taken down, behind the originally empty desk, a twisted, cracked and bloody face emerged

The expectant smile on Zhou Wenqiang's face froze.

The cracked face grinned at him.

Zhou Wenqiang came back to his senses and his hair stood on end!

"Ah!!!"

Happy everyday?!

Have a ball!

Damn title party!

Fuck your sister's comedy!

Zhou Wenqiang felt that his heart was about to tighten. This familiar painting style reminded him of several nightmare cards identified in recent days.

What a picture!

The sound of reading floated out again. Zhou Wenqiang turned his head. The originally empty classroom was filled with students with blood stained and cracked heads. The students turned their heads and looked at him, grinning and smiling.

With a smile, it's amazing?!

Zhou Wenqiang's heart is cool.

Although he is empty, lonely and cold, he doesn't need so many people to accompany him!

The plot develops again. Zhou Wenqiang finds himself walking towards the roof uncontrollably.

Students and girls holding hands who appear at the turn of the stairs from time to time.

The little leather shoes stained with blood and the cry of the girl made Zhou Wenqiang resist the tears that almost scared him out.

He reached the top floor.

The girl holding hands smiled at him strangely and fell downstairs with a crash.

As soon as the picture changed, he flew over.

Zhou Wenqiang really wants to cry. Why did he rush over?!

There's always a bad feeling.

Sure enough

When he flew to the past, there was a bent back and a terrible and ferocious smile behind him, which made Zhou Wenqiang look back and burst out.

Inexplicably, there is a kind of relaxation from the depths of the soul.

Pop!

Zhou Wenqiang hit the ground with his face down.

The picture darkened.

Shivering out of the dream.

Zhou Wenqiang was covered with cold sweat, and the emptiness had already been filled with fear.

His fingers were shaking, wiped a cold sweat, and knocked down his comments in the comment area.

"It's really a lovely comedy dream, with warm sunshine and warm wind. It's like going home. Emptiness can't be empty. The girls inside are all talents. They talk and listen well. They like to play in it. It's good."

PS: ask for recommended tickets~~