What Sima Jin did not expect was that when An Bochen, who had lost his power, faced the mysterious Southern Witch Sect, not only was hesitant to panic, but he also had a hint of eagerness to try under his calm appearance.

From the despair during the day to the moment Zhizhu is holding him and recovering very quickly, but even so, he is still not confident enough. The person who is planning is definitely not good at it. When it comes to methods and wisdom, he is still away from the left two snakes...

Before Sima Jin could finish thinking, his soft waist was already wrapped around him.

"Although he has the best time, place, and people, his layout has an irreparable flaw. If this situation is really set for me, he will probably not kill me, at least in front of us."

After the words came, An Bochen rose up in the clouds, pushed away the dense branches and leaves, hugged Sima Jin and flew into the depths of the dream.

A few days later, Li Xiaoguan led the Huben Camp out of Heizeling.

Outside Heizeling is the Lingnan province that guards the southern border of Dakuang. Although the Lingnan province is a major province, it cannot completely block the route from the northern border of the southern desert. Therefore, every year, the princes send troops to take turns to guard. This year, I don’t know which prince sent troops, but because of the Dakuangsheng rebellion, he has not sent troops yet, which gave Li Xiaoguan an opportunity to take advantage of it. It took more than half a month to pass around the Lingnan province safely and reach the northwest border of the southern desert. Then, Li Xiaoguan shocked the barbarian king and began his escape journey of Fat General Dakuang’s fame in the southern desert.

"It's really a coincidence."

Sima Jin smiled when he was looking at Li Xiaoguan who led the crowd but fled with an excited look.

"Indeed, the small official is neither early nor late. When the Barbarian King patrols the border, he comes to the Southern Wilderness, just like a puppet holding a line. He uses the hand of the Barbarian King to force the small official to flee west, secretly promote the fire to establish the reputation of the small official, and then promptly invite the small official to slap the Barbarian King to raise his reputation, and also take over the small official, killing the small official in one fell swoop. Together with the Wu Sect, the current Barbarian King is really frustrated."

An Bochen whispered, his eyes drifting to the right, and his eyes lit up: "Hongfu, the dreams of Xiaoguan and the barbarian girl have begun to cross."

Looking along An Bochen's gaze, Sima Jin saw a stream spread from the Liujing Dream on the left and penetrated into the dream world on the right. The intersection of the two dreams was like water splashing everywhere and ripples.

"Xiao Anzi, I feel more and more that this place is more like a memory in my heart than a dream."

After looking at it for a while, Sima Jin thoughtfully: "The things in the dream are true and false. Since they are all true, it can only be memory."

"Or it's from dreams to the depths of memory..."

An Bochen interjected, and he was interrupted by Sima Jin before he could finish his words.

"No matter what, you are not allowed to peek at my dreams."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen was stunned and turned to look at the girl in his arms. He saw her smile faintly, a little serious, and a little like he was joking. He couldn't see her expression through the mask. Even without a mask, An Bochen could not see anything with Sima Jin's soul leaving his body, and could only vaguely read a hint of sadness from her eyes.

"Why are you in a daze? You won't take me to sleepwalking!"

The sadness disappeared in an instant, and Sima Jin pinched An Bochen and said angrily.

Sleepwalking? It's appropriate... But what exactly is hidden in her dream...

After looking at Sima Jin in a complicated manner, An Bochen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and flew downwards towards the stream.

Just as the two were about to land, the stream connecting the dream suddenly surged, and instantly turned into a flood to submerge An Bochen and Sima Jin.

Walking out of the flood like a waterfall, on the back of the flood is a long plank road. The plank road hovers around the green-gray mountainside, and at the foot of the mountain is a deep abyss canyon. The tide is surging. An ancient temple stands on the top of Wanren Mountain. The temple is very large, with a tower in the temple, pointing crookedly towards the night of Qingming.

When it was late at night, the huge mountains were like pillars, the ancient temples were like lacquer, and the long and circling plank roads were always walking alone.

"Xiao Anzi, do you think that tower looks familiar?"

"Zhongdu Tian Tower."

"Yes, there is actually an almost identical leaning tower in the Wu Temple in the East Mountain of Nanhuang... If there is no connection, then your name can be written in reverse."

My name...

Hearing this, An Bochen touched his nose helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a black wind blowing suddenly on the plank road. Some giant seemed to be hidden in the black wind, and he roared and rushed towards the barbarian girl.

The moonlight fell, and An Bochen and Sima Jin were stunned at the same time. The one who appeared on the plank road was a black dragon of more than twenty feet. He was fierce and angrily, and he was spitting black wind. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the barbarian girl and opened his bloody mouth mercilessly.

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