The holy and beautiful Dream God, stepping on a light and slow pace, came to the dream platform with a peaceful smile on his face.
"Mengshen, this time, do you want to give her a real dream?"
Mengshen chuckled, slowly looking to the Dao Xian, Dao Xian stroked his long white beard. Meng Shen Dan's lips lightly opened: "She is the destiny. This dream has changed her previous ordinary life."
Daoxian nodded, "The so-called mortals don't believe in dreams. How can Meng Shen be sure that she can distinguish real dreams from fake dreams?"
Mengshen smiled softly, blinked, and softly sent out a soft voice: "If she can't distinguish true dreams from false dreams, Daoxian, you won't be standing here."
"Haha..." Daoxian smiled, "I still can't get the slightest message out of your clever mouth!"
Dream God nodded and smiled, "Dao Xian has extraordinary powers, why should the little god tell?" Needless to say, Tao Xian knows everything, just to test whether her mouth is tight.
"Well -" Daoxian nodded in approval, "As expected of the god of dreams, it seems that the old man will not use it in the future." After speaking, he disappeared into the fairy mist.
Mengshen turned to the dream platform, looked at a sleeping face in the dream mirror, and smiled with relief...
Ji Wuyou was dressed in casual clothes and stood on a single-plank bridge. The gurgling stream flows under the bridge, and she is in a green forest. Unconsciously, there were a lot of people around. The originally quiet forest began to be noisy. Ji Wuyou turned around and looked at the noise. Several figures in the distance attracted her attention. They were getting closer and closer to the front. He was a handsome single-eyelid boy, with flowing black hair with straight ears, and a Hip-Hop outfit. She looked very good and healthy. She knew this guy. When he approached her, Ji Wuyou immediately felt the sun shine and his whole body was warm. He stood in front of her with his entire face printed on her mind, not so handsome as to suffocate, but close and warm. He took her hand, turned and walked to a wooden house: "Don't stand alone on the bridge to blow the air in the future."
Ji Wuyou smiled warmly...
With a flash of light, Ji Wuyou wore an armed suit, tied a white silk belt around his waist, and jumped on a railing with his left hand, and entered a white luxurious villa. She squatted on the ground with a serious face, looked around, and ran to the rear window after making sure that there was no one. Suddenly, Yu Guang noticed a helicopter parked on the right, and there seemed to be a person inside! She stopped quickly and looked to the right. Sure enough, the guy in the plane curled up his mouth, took off his sunglasses, and walked off the helicopter... She instinctively felt that she was no match for this person, and saw him in a brown trench coat and short spiritual hair. Single eyelid, there are two dimples on his face when he smiles. She stepped back, and was surprised to find that his right hand had condensed the moisture in the air into a sword, shooting at herself. She couldn't hide, and closed her eyes, feeling the ice sword shot into her chest and was knocked to the ground by the ice sword's power. Does it hurt to sit on the ground? Opening his eyes, he found that he was unharmed, and the ice sword broke into several sections and fell on his body.
She raised her head to look at him, and saw him who was standing in the distance smiled warmly at herself: "I am your partner." The implication was, how could I hurt you? Just kidding. He walked up to her and stretched out her hand, she smiled and stretched out her hand...