The Dream Maker

Grunt.

Gulu Gulu

The golden blood that had dried up flowed out of Su Fu's body.

A black card pasted on Su Fu's face is like a special catalyst for the continuous growth of blood in Su Fu's body.

The blood is not blood, but gold.

More golden than before.

Every drop of blood seems to collapse forever, heavy as stars.

Han Donglai's pupil suddenly shrinks.

He stared at Su Fu. The strange appearance on Su Fu made him frown.

The blood... The energy is really rich, not only simple but also unique

It seems to shake people's mind.

Han Donglai is immortal. How strong is his mind, but at this moment, he is shaken by the surging golden blood?

The little purple dragon roared constantly, the dragon tail shook violently, and the sound of dragon singing burst the sky.

The little slave swung his big knife, and the sound of trumpet suona surged behind her.

However, before the broadsword came to China and South Korea, he bent his fingers and bounced it off.

For Han Donglai, even the dream spirit of the star realm is not a small slave. He doesn't look at it at all.

What he cared about was the changes that had taken place in Su Fu's body, which made him feel that his pores were tight and had a bad hunch.

Therefore, Han Donglai continued to float. He wanted to fall on the head of little purple dragon.

……

Far away.

Black robed people and ice and snow women began to break out with all their strength, intending to suppress Ji Wudao and Beimo.

Of course, since Ji Wudao and Beimo have promised Han Donglai, they will naturally try their best to do what they should do.

Stop the man in black and the snow woman.

Boom, boom!

At the attack of the four immortal masters, the collision broke out continuously, and the energy ripples surged continuously, causing the fluctuation of the sky.

Ji Wudao and northern desert are extremely dignified.

Black robed people and ice and snow women are very strong, and they have a hard time fighting.

However, as long as they stopped, they were a little relaxed.

Nevertheless, there are some big costs to pay.

Of course, this price is not so difficult to accept than Han Dong's promise.

The man in black couldn't draw out his hand to help Su Fu, which made him a little angry.

Su furuo is dead. When he returns to the black hole of death, the one eyed old man doesn't scold him.

It's too long to kill the enemy on the battlefield. Are the bones rotten and rusty?

The man in black doesn't want to lose this man.

However, he was helpless.

Han Dong came and asked him to hold them down and fight a nebula in person.

Black robed people are also very helpless.

What else can we do in the face of the immortal?

In addition to being beaten, you can only be beaten

The gap is too big. That's not what talent can make up for.

Even the strongest genius of the Terran universe cannot be the opponent of the immortal Lord in the nebula.

……

Outside.

Big universe firm, death black hole, Xinghai company, etc.

Many big forces are keeping an eye on the battlefield.

The battle should be almost over.

Once Su Fu is killed, there will be no suspense about the struggle.

The dream family's powerful nirvana is still too weak, and there is no possibility to change all this.

Su Fu's ability to hold on until now has been beyond everyone's expectation.

Black robed people, ice and snow women, and the means of dream family Nirvana

This kind of means has given us too many accidents.

Black robed people and ice and snow women can't destroy the Lord. Even if they spend stellar money to hire, it's a sky high price.

Unfortunately

At the end of the struggle, he was still defeated by Han Donglai.

After all, there is a lack of too much in high-end combat power.

Philip sighed.

Zuo Cao also shook his head with cold eyes. This scene was the last thing he wanted to see.

Still underestimated the shameless degree of Han Donglai.

Han Donglai expected that Zuo Cao would do it, so he communicated with the senior management of Xinghai company and asked people to limit Zuo Cao.

Although Han Donglai is not afraid of Zuo Cao, after all, Zuo Cao is for the sake of immortality. It takes too much manpower and material resources to deal with it. It's better to let Xinghai company get involved directly.

However, even so, Han Donglai still invited the two immortal masters.

Ji Wudao and Beimo.

Otherwise, the outcome of this war is really hard to say.

……

Su Fu felt like he was dreaming.

It's not a nightmare, nor is it a dream of eighteen layers of hell.

What he did was a kind of, like digging the dreams in his childhood memory.

He seemed to see a familiar figure.

It is not the familiar figure sitting in the yellow sand at the beginning, as if it lifted up a piece of heaven and earth.

But together, give Su Fu a warm, stable, harbor like feeling.

Slim and slim, she is a woman.

Long hair spread out, green silk 3000.

Su Fu kept running. He felt like a three-year-old child, like a milk swallow returning to its nest.

The comfort that spread from the depths of his heart made Su Fu's whole person uncontrollably happy.

Mother?

The mother hidden in his memory?

Su Fu looked at the slim figure and couldn't help smiling and laughing.

He trotted and staggered all the way.

He jumped up and wanted to rush into the arms of his slim mother.

Suddenly.

The slim body suddenly changed, and the body kept rising

Two meters, three meters, four meters

Increasing.

The terrible sense of oppression, like a monster, makes heaven and earth tremble.

Su Fu's breath stagnated.

With a body of nine meters and nine feet, Su Fu looked stunned.

Su Fu was like a chicken cub. He was pinched by the figure with two fingers and lifted up

Sue was stunned.

What about the harbor of mother's love?

It is clearly a beautiful family and emotional dream.

Why does it turn into a creepy nightmare in the blink of an eye?

"Little Su Su, you have grown up. You should learn to beat people by yourself."

Su Fu's ears were filled with a gentle voice completely different from his burly body, like sweet and greasy honey, which should be sweet to the depths of his heart.

……

Little dream is in the dream family spaceship. His eyes are red and almost crazy.

Her fleshy palm kept beating on the control crystal.

"Xiao Qi, blow it up! Blow him up! "

Little dream roared with milk.

"Your Highness... The particle energy cannon is damaged and cannot be fired."

Xiao Qi's voice rang through.

Xiao Mengqi slapped on the crystal.

The body floated out.

The whole body is wrapped with dream patterns one after another.

Su Fu, that boy can't die.

With the blood of the Heavenly Master, her little dream also plans to teach Su Fu as the most powerful Heavenly Master!

How can you die in the hands of a dog like Han Donglai!

Xiaomeng hates. Why didn't she shoot a dog like Han Donglai in her previous life?

The result has caused such trouble in this life!

The little dream who just climbed out of the dream ship was suddenly stunned.

She looked into the distance.

There.

Su Fu seems to have turned into a blood man.

Golden blood man

Originally, the withered body with excessive loss of golden blood began to swell after the blood returned.

More and more swelling, more and more swelling!

Boom!

Sue helped me move.

He raised his hand and slapped it on his face.

Took out the black card.

The originally closed eyes also slowly opened.

Open your eyes, is a pair of dark as ink, deep as the pupil of Wangchuan black hole.

Compared with the eyes of the dream family, these eyes are more overbearing, unreasonable and terrible.

Like the collapse of the universe is reflected incisively and vividly in this eye.

Su Fu stood up and all his wounds recovered intact.

The little slave froze and stared at Su Fu.

There was uncertainty in his eyes.

"Childe... Whining?"

The little slave spoke.

Su Fu slowly turned his head and glanced at the little slave.

Oh?!!

The little slave's body was stiff, holding a big knife, like petrified in place. She didn't dare to move. She was just a sad and melancholy beauty.

No... this... Is not a respectable and lovely childe who gives the little slave a good drink!

The old Yin pen suspended on the side trembled slightly.

The figure of the pen fairy floated out.

Drooping head, bloody pajamas

However, Su Fu glanced at the pen fairy and she immediately got back into the old Yin pen. She was just a ball pen.

As for the little purple dragon at his feet, he seemed to feel something.

The roar of excitement continued, and the pure light continued to surge in the dragon's eyes.

Han Donglai looked at Su Fu standing up in disbelief.

Because at this moment, Su Fu's breath is so strong that he is a little nervous.

"This boy, he was already weak. He felt dry and couldn't stand stably." Han Donglai frowned and stared at Su Fu strangely.

At this moment, Su Fu seems to be completely different from before.

"You..."

Han Donglai stared and opened his mouth.

However, Su Fu didn't lift his head. He just raised his hand and pressed his index finger and thumb together.

Han Donglai's words suddenly stopped.

He doesn't know why, but he can't say anything.

Sue raised her hand and touched her head.

Hair rustled down, and soon his head became shiny.

Sighed.

The blood force mobilized this time is too strong for Su Fu's flesh to carry.

After touching her bald head, Su Fu seemed embarrassed.

Raise your hand and suddenly click on your body. The originally restless golden blood immediately began to flow slowly.

Han Dong is angry.

Raise your hand.

Hum

The nine door pattern armor array surged.

He slapped Su Fu's bald head.

With this slap, Su Fu may become a fool.

This palm will even explode Su Fu's heart!

"Huh?"

Su Fu raised his head and locked Han Donglai with his deep eyes.

"It's you old man who bullies little Su Su?"

Su Fu opens his mouth.

The voice is rough and gentle.

Han Dong was stunned.

"What are you loading! Die! "

Han Dong gave a loud drink.

A palm fell suddenly.

Boom!

Terrible perception is like a ripple, constantly blooming in all directions.

And Su Fu with bald head just looked at it lightly.

Then, without shaking his face, he slowly raised his hand.

In Han Dong's palm, the moment he wants to fall.

Su Fu's arm suddenly seemed petrified. Every inch of muscle became as strong as iron, like steel bars twisted into one.

It's like gathering the power of stars on the arm.

Han Donglai's palm was caught.

Caught by Su Fu.

Then

A slight twist.

Click.

Han Donglai's face suddenly froze.

The pupils contracted sharply.

Because he found that the array arranged in the palm of his hand in his nine door pattern armor array was broken with Su Fu's folding!

This

This is the palm of the immortal Lord?

A mere Nebula

wait!

Han Donglai found that he couldn't feel Su Fu's breath.

Su Fu's face was indifferent.

Push hard.

The broken arm was immediately torn off by the bald su.

With a puff, the red blood splashed out.

Han Donglai's panic stricken retrogression, rapid retrogression

What happened?

Why... Suddenly, Su Fu would burst out with such strong power?

The bald Su Fu stood on the head of the little purple dragon. The little purple dragon under him was very restless. It seemed that he had found a backer, and the Dragon roared constantly.

Bald Su Fu touched a crooked line of golden blood dripping from his nose.

Eyebrows a pick.

"You can't waste time, but you can't damage Xiao Su's body."

After muttering, he glanced at the clever little slave and the trembling old Yin pen.

Bald Su helped pick the corners of his mouth.

"I'm really bad at learning. I have a virtue with his father... It's really delicious."

Far away.

Xiaomeng looked at it in amazement.

She's also a little confused about what happened.

Blood awakening?

It seems not

Can blood awakening be so strong?

Can you pull off the arm of the immortal Lord?

Although Han Donglai is a dream tattoo master who does not destroy the Lord, his body is not weak. Even if he stands and cuts Su Fu, Su Fu may not break Han Donglai's arm.

And

Why is Su Fu looking at her with such enthusiasm?!

What the hell is such enthusiasm?

Hum

Spatial torsion.

Golden light blooms.

The bald Su Fu, directly on the head of Xiaozi dragon, blinked in front of Xiaomeng.

In Xiaomeng's confused face, Su Fu pressed Xiaomeng's fleshy face and rubbed it for a while.

The white skin is pink and tender.

"How lovely! Thanks to you, my little Susu. "

Bareheaded Su Fu smiled, and was almost hugged with a big smack on his face.

Xiaomeng looked frightened.

Feel the way of heaven collapse.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

In front of you... Aunt, oh, no, brother... What are you doing?!

Three years of blood, death penalty?

Far away.

Han Dong comes to stabilize his body.

Trembling all over.

Terrible, terrible, he can't feel the smell of bald Su Fu, but... There is inexplicable fear in his heart.

Damn it

Without hesitation, Han Donglai turned to escape.

He knows

Bald Su Fu, you can really kill him!

The nine door pattern armor has been torn to pieces!

It seems that Han Dong is coming to escape.

Bald Su Fu remembered his business.

The main thing is to see Xiaomeng and feel embarrassed in his heart, which makes it difficult for him for a time.

"Little cute, aunt, do business first."

He rubbed his face again.

Later, Su Fu turned his head and looked at Han Dong, who was fleeing.

"Bully my son and want to run?"

The bald Su holds a greasy bald head.

The next moment, the golden blood in the body surges and boils.

Boom!

Su Fu's face remained unchanged, and his flesh began to swell, and instantly rose to nine meters nine

Like a twisted palm holding an orchid finger, suddenly stretched out.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Han Dong.

Suddenly I felt my collar was grabbed.

Han Donglai feels that his scalp is about to explode!

What kind of monster?!

PS: Did anyone guess aunt's appearance?