Gongsun Mang watched the two people "flirting" as if out of his body. He didn't know what Zhan Changfeng said later, which made Gongsun's wife cover her lips and laugh, "Brother Feng, my godson is stupid, I really bother you."
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"You are stupid, you are really dumbfounded." Mrs. Gongsun pushed Gongsun Mang to Zhan Changfeng, "Hurry up and help Brother Feng clean up a guest room. While there are not many things going on these days, lead the
Brother Feng, take a look at the scenery of our Thunder City."
"Ah? Oh."
Gongsun Mang led Zhan Changfeng through the corridor and tidied up a room conscientiously. After finishing his work, he felt that something was wrong. Suddenly he remembered that when she was chatting with her godmother, she mentioned several anecdotes about her "wandering" days.
, when I thought about it carefully, he actually led a funny character who looked like an idiot in it!
My godmother was just laughing at him, no, she was laughing at him in the story.
Gongsun Mang wiped the porcelain pillow and smoothed the corners of the quilt. He was a little afraid to turn around and look directly at Zhan Changfeng. Putting aside the family feud, she had always been a tall and perfect existence in his heart, but that lie came out of his mouth.
Who is this "prodigal son"?!&1t;i>&1t;/i>
He recalled their conversation again, and his ears that had just subsided turned red again. He pinched his fingers and said weakly, "Zhenjun, everything is packed. I'm leaving first."
"Wait a minute."
Gongsun Mang looked at the person on the Grand Master's chair, his skin tensed up at her deep gaze, and he suppressed all his miscellaneous thoughts.
After losing his romantic appearance, he became an unreachable and dangerous person again. Gongsun Mang did not dare to be careless, for fear that she would kill him here for the sake of Xiaolijie. "What other orders does the true king have?"
"How did you get here and how long have you been here?"
"My companions and I were chased by evil spirits and accidentally broke into a cave. When we opened our eyes, we arrived here. Half a year has passed."
"Where is He Yuntian?"
Gongsun Mang raised his head in surprise, "How does the True Lord know?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"In World No. 544 of Class B, I have a mission to search for the abducted monk. In this mission, you and he are the only ones whose life or death is unknown." Zhan Changfeng pondered. It was obvious that what they entered was a one-time teleportation array. The teleportation array behind the palace door
Is the array fixed or one-time?
Is there more than one teleportation array in that world?
And if it is a teleportation array, then this place is real and not false, but what is going on with time?
Current difference?
Who set up the teleportation array to send them here, and what was their purpose?
Zhan Changfeng couldn't get the answer for the time being, so he heard Gongsun Mang reply first, "Fellow Taoist Yuntian must have come in, but I haven't seen him. Maybe he is hiding. He has always been relatively alone."
"If you stay here for half a year, you may find something unusual or exit."
Abnormal?&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Of course there was something abnormal. He was injured while being chased by evil spirits. He fainted as soon as he fell into the cave. When he opened his eyes, he was in an alley, and standing next to him was Lady Gongsun, who had followed the scent of his blood.
In this strange world, there are actually members of his tribe, and they seem to be some kind of extraordinary tribe.
But this is not easy to explain to outsiders, so Gongsun Mang picked up what he could say and introduced the situation in this world.
It seems to be just a foreign world. There is no way to leave but to adapt to it.
Mortals make up the majority in this world, but these "mortals" are much stronger than the fragile mortals in the usual impression. People with strange powers abound, and their physiques are particularly strong. Among them, those with special bloodlines also possess small innate magical powers.
"The only strange thing is that we can't get out of this city. No matter how far we run, we will eventually come back here, just like a ghost beating a wall."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Can't get out?" This point has some value.
Zhan Changfeng asked again, "Have you seen other evil slayers?"
"I've seen them. They sometimes have fights at the martial arts arena in the west of the city. Some of them have stayed here for too long and have settled down here to practice." These words revealed a lot of helplessness.
Zhan Changfeng laughed and said casually, "It's not just a home. How can a monk clean the table, put the stools and make the bed himself?"
Gongsun Mang was embarrassed. This was exactly what he did when he entered the house. It was all because he had been a mortal for too long and developed this habit.
After Gongsun Mang left, Zhan Changfeng used the positioning compass to check the position of this place. The compass was in chaos and he could not determine the position.
What on earth is this place?
It's not like that if she just sits there and thinks about it. She has to go outside and take a look.
This city is very splendid. The four main roads that can drive two carriages side by side meet at one point. There are mountains in the city, water in the city, and towers and pavilions. The people coming and going are slender and have different appearances. Take a closer look.
, there is nothing that is not beautiful.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Looking at the environment, there were streets, but no shops. There was a kind of tree with white catkins growing on the streets. She held a small piece of white catkins, and several fragments flashed in front of her eyes. When she let go, the white catkins flew away.
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She pinched another piece, and blurry images flashed by one after another, too fast to catch.
Zhan Changfeng seemed to have thought of something, and immediately returned to Wuyou Pavilion, entered the guest room prepared for himself, touched the quilt, and tore open a corner. It was indeed woven white cotton wool inside.
She tried to lie down on the couch, covered herself with a quilt, and fell asleep after a while, even dreaming.
Monks generally don't dream. There are only two situations in dreaming, one is feeling something secretly and others are dreaming about it.
It was already half dark when she woke up, but she had some idea of the current situation, and a word crossed her mind, Dream Maker.
The Dreamers are between the Holy Spirit and the Human Race, belonging to the semi-spiritual category.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
She had only seen a few records in the vast ancient books of the wilderness, which roughly said that it had two forms, human and dream spirit.
As a human being, he likes to have fun and plant dream trees. The dream trees produce flowers like catkins, which weave dreams into for guests.
As a dream spirit, it is invisible and stateless. Using dreams as a medium, it can travel through the nine heavens and ten places, coming and going as it pleases.
But ancient books also say that the Dream-making Clan is a legend and has not appeared for tens of thousands of years.
If she hadn't touched the white cotton wool and covered herself with the quilt, she wouldn't have thought of going up to it.
The strange thing is that even if you don't notice this kind of thing for a while, you will definitely notice it in a day or two. As a person who has lived here for half a year, why didn't Gongsun Mang tell her about this abnormality?
It is impossible to conceal something because it is not difficult to discover and there is no need to conceal it.
Unless he ignores or forgets about it.
It is unlikely that the monk's memory will be forgotten. Considering that his words and deeds are becoming more and more like that of a mortal, could it be that he is covered with too many quilts and is affected by dreams?
Still, the environment of this city can confuse and control people, causing them to subconsciously ignore these dream trees.
She took advantage of the fact that it was still dark and went out to the street again. A night market appeared on the street, the lights were like a sea, and it was as beautiful as a dream.
Zhan Changfeng followed the flow of people and unknowingly arrived at the west side of the city. The aftermath of the battle was heard in front of her. Many people rushed over to watch the fun, so she also walked over.
It was a lake. On the lake, there were two people standing opposite each other, looking at the aura. They were the evil killers.
The monk wielding the sword moved his sword forward, and the light of the sword split the space and stirred up thousands of waves. The swordsman divided the water flow with his sword, and with the back pressure of the momentum, the eight hundred flying swords suspended behind him formed a formation to attack.
The scattered water arrows spread over a wide area, and for a moment there was the sound of the collapse of nearby buildings and the exclamations of the onlookers mixed together.
After the excitement, she was about to look for the two monks to explore the situation. Suddenly she felt the space freeze for a moment. The scene in front of her slowly changed. The collapsed wall stood up, and the water stains that wetted the blue bricks on the shore retreated back into the lake.