Gongsun Mang looked at the two of them "flirting and scolding" as if he was out of his body, and he didn't know what Zhan Changfeng said later, which caused Gongsun Niangzi to cover his lips and smile, "Brother Feng, my godson is stupid, it's really troublesome for you." ”

"Call you stupid, you're really stunned. Gongsun Niangzi pushed Gongsun Mang to Zhan Changfeng's side, "Go and help Brother Feng clean up a guest room, take advantage of the fact that there are not many things in the past few days, and lead Brother Feng to see the scenery of our Thundering City." ”

"Oh. ”

Gongsun Mang led Zhan Changfeng through the verandah, conscientiously cleaned up a room, and felt that something was not quite right after being busy, and suddenly remembered that when she chatted with her godmother, she mentioned several anecdotes that happened during the "wandering", and after a careful recollection, he actually received a nerd-like funny character in it!

The godmother was just laughing at him, no, he was laughing at him in the story.

Gongsun Mang wiped the porcelain pillow, flattened the corners of the quilt, and didn't dare to look back at Zhan Changfeng directly, putting aside the family feud, she has always been a tall existence comparable to perfection in her heart, but who is the "prodigal son of Dengtu" who lies and nonsense? !

He recalled their conversation scene again, his ears that had just been dissipated turned red again, pinched his fingers, and said weakly, "Zhenjun, it's all packed, I'll go first." ”

"Wait. ”

Gongsun Mang looked at the person on the Taishi chair, and was looked at by her deep gaze, and all the miscellaneous thoughts were suppressed.

Fading away from the romantic appearance, this has become an unreachable dangerous person again, Gongsun Mang did not dare to be careless, for fear that she would kill herself here for the sake of the affairs of Xiaoli Realm, "What else does Zhenjun command?"

"How did you get here, and how long have you been here?"

"My companion and I were chased by evil spirits, accidentally broke into a cave, and when we opened our eyes, we arrived here, and it has been half a year. ”

"What about He Yuntian?"

Gongsun Mang looked up in surprise, "How does Zhenjun know?"

"In the world of Class B 544, I have a mission to search for the captive monk, and in this mission, you and his life and death are unknown. Zhan Changfeng pondered, what they entered was obviously a one-time teleportation array, and the teleportation array behind the door of the temple was fixed or one-time?

Is there more than one teleportation array in that world?

And if it's a teleportation array, then this place is real, not fake, but what's going on with time?

Difference in flow rate?

Who is the teleportation array set up to send them here, and what is the purpose?

Zhan Changfeng couldn't get an answer for the time being, so he first heard Gongsun Mang reply, "Yuntian Daoyou should have come in, but I haven't seen him, Xu is hiding, he has always been more alone." ”

"If you stay here for half a year, you can find anomalies, or exit. ”

Abnormal?

Of course, there was something abnormal, he was injured when he was chased by evil spirits, and as soon as he was planted in the cave, he fainted, and when he opened his eyes, he was in an alley, and next to him stood the grandson lady who followed the smell of his blood.

In this strange world, there are actually his people, and they seem to be some kind of terrible clan.

But this point is not good for outsiders, so Gongsun Mang picked up what he could say and said, but also introduced the situation in this world.

It seems to be just a different world, except that there is no way to leave, but to adapt to it.

Mortals account for the majority in this realm, but this "mortal" is much stronger than the fragile mortals in the usual impression, strange powers abound, and their physique is extremely strong, among which those with special bloodlines also have small magical powers.

"The only strange thing is that we can't get out of this city, and no matter how far we run, we will eventually come back here, like a ghost hitting a wall. ”

"Can't get out?"

Zhan Changfeng asked again, "Have you seen the other evil slayers?"

"Yes, they sometimes make appointments in the martial arts arena in the west of the city, and some of them have stayed here for too long and have settled down here to practice. These words reveal a lot of helplessness.

Zhan Changfeng laughed and said casually, "It's not just a home, a monk, when will he personally wipe the table and set the stool to make the bed." ”

Gongsun Mang was embarrassed, this is exactly what he did when he entered the house, blaming himself for being a mortal for too long and developing this habit.

After sending Gongsun Mang away, Zhan Changfeng used the positioning compass to detect the location of this place, and the compass was disordered and could not be fixed.

What the hell is this place?

It wasn't like that to sit and think, she had to go outside and take a look.

This city is very brilliant, the four main roads that can run two carriages side by side are handed over at one point, there are mountains in the city, there is water in the city, there are buildings and water pavilions.

Look at the environment again, there are streets, but there are no shops, there is a kind of tree that will float white flocculent next to the street, she pinched a small piece of white floc, a few fragments flashed inexplicably in front of her eyes, and the hand was loosened, and the white floc flew away.

She pinched another piece, and blurry images flashed one after another, too fast to catch.

Zhan Changfeng seemed to have thought of something, and immediately returned to Sanssouci Pavilion, entered the guest room prepared for himself, touched the quilt, and tore open a corner, and it was indeed woven white wadding.

She tried to lie on the couch, covered the quilt, and after a while she fell asleep and dreamed.

Monks generally don't dream, and dreaming is nothing more than two situations, and there is a feeling in the dark and someone else to dream.

It was already half dark when she woke up, but she felt a little edge about her current situation, and a word crossed her mind, Dream Maker.

The Dream Maker is between the Holy Spirit and the Humans, and belongs to the half-spirit class.

She has only seen a half-star record in the vast ancient books of the wasteland, which roughly says that it has two forms, human and dream spirits.

As a human being, he likes to have fun and plant dream trees, dream trees produce flowers, flowers are like waddles, and weave dreams to send to guests.

As a dream spirit, it is formless and formless, using dreams as a medium, and can shuttle through nine heavens and ten places, coming and going freely.

But it is also said in ancient books that the Dream Maker is a legend that has not appeared for tens of thousands of years.

If she hadn't touched the white floc and covered the quilt, she wouldn't have thought of it.

The strange thing is that even if you don't notice this kind of thing for a while, you will definitely find out in a day or two, why didn't Gongsun Mang, as a person who has lived here for half a year, not tell her about this anomaly?

It is unlikely to be concealed, because it is not difficult to find out, and there is no need to conceal it.

Unless he himself ignores or forgets about it.

It is unlikely that the monk's memory will be forgotten, and it is related to his words and deeds that are more and more similar to those of mortals.

Still, the environment of this city can confuse and control people, making people subconsciously ignore these dream trees.

She took advantage of the fact that it was not yet completely dark and went back to the street, and a night market appeared on the street, with bright lights like a sea and beautiful dreams.

Zhan Changfeng walked along the flow of people, and unconsciously arrived in the west of the city, and there was the aftermath of the battle in front, and many people rushed over to see the excitement, and she also paced over.

It was a lake, and on the lake, there were two people standing opposite each other, looking at the breath, and they were evil slayers.

The monk who made the knife was in front of him, and the sword split the space to stir up thousands of waves, and the swordsman split the water with a sword, and with the counterpressure of the momentum, the eight hundred and ten flying swords suspended behind him attacked in formation.

The water arrows that were shot out spread over a wide area, and for a moment the sound of the collapse of nearby buildings and the exclamations of the onlookers were mixed together.

After the excitement, she was about to find out the situation of the two monks, when she suddenly felt the space freeze for a moment, and the scene in front of her slowly changed, the collapsed wall stood up, and the water traces that wet the blue bricks on the shore retreated into the lake, and the wind and waves were calm.

No one was surprised.