Dreamland Guide

A strange but very apt word emerged in Aoki's mind-Dugu seeks defeat!

I really can’t imagine, what rival does such a strong wolf have in this world, the African lion? Siberian Tiger? Or a polar bear?

The gunshots that sounded next reminded Aoki that there is another species that is more ferocious and a hundred times smarter than the liger beast, and that is human.

Obviously this white wolf is more attractive to the hunting crowd. They picked up the gun and fired a few rounds, then drove the sled dogs to the left cliff again.

The White Wolf King didn't run away, he just watched coldly, letting the bullet roar across the sky. When the crowd approached and the distance had entered the range of the bullet, the White Wolf King also seemed to feel the danger. He stretched his neck and let out a long roar. The gray wolves still in the col moved toward the right as if they had received some instructions. He ran to the foot of the mountain and disappeared into the vast snow in a blink of an eye.

The predators ignored the wolves running away, but formed a three-sided encirclement to the white wolves, with the remaining side being a cliff. Bai Lang raised his head and looked at the silver-white land around him, and seemed to inadvertently glance in the direction where Hong Zhenlong was.

Aoki saw deep love and loneliness in its eyes.

Hong Zhenlong's face was painful, and his blue eyes were bloodshot, as if watching his relatives being tortured.

An angry flame ignited from his chest, lit his clothes and skin, and soon burned him into a fire man.

In the light of the flame, Aoki saw a clear shadow in the snow beneath his feet, and slowly stood up.

Suddenly, Hong Zhenlong seemed to be crazy, braving flames all over, rushing forward, trying to rush into the ice and snow.

Qing Mu felt an invisible barrier between him and Hong Zhenlong and the ice and snow world. The moment Hong Zhenlong rushed past, there was an extremely strong wave. At the same time, Aoki felt his whole body sink, as if he was caught in a torrential flood, unable to breathe, and the quality of the surrounding world seemed to have increased thousands of times.

Qingmu understood that the ice and snow world was definitely not Hong Zhenlong's dream, but I don't know why, Hong Zhenlong's dream was connected to another space, or superimposed with that space. The moment he rushed past, the barrier between the two spaces disappeared, and the huge mass of the space was transferred, and Hong Zhenlong's mental power could not bear it.

Sure enough, Hong Zhenlong's dream collapsed.

Aoki stepped back and saw Hong Zhenlong leaning against the window. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He trembled all over. He suddenly reached out and broke the half-open window, slammed it on the ground with a click, making the sound of Ulu Ulu in his mouth. Then he rushed towards Aoki like a fierce god.

Aomu held Hong Zhenlong's arm, and found that the skinny old man was surprisingly strong, and he almost couldn't stand it.

Hong Kui, who was next to him, seemed to be prepared for a long time. He called "Father" and hugged Hong Zhenlong from behind, and signaled Aoki to run.

Aoki had almost understood Hong Zhenlong's situation, and directly hypnotized him with his incomparable mental power.

The old man was still panting, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep. Aoki reached out and touched it, and found that his forehead was so hot that it was really burning.

Hong Kui probably didn't expect his father to settle down so quickly, and looked at Aoki with a little doubt.

Aoki said, "Help him to the bed first."

Hong Kui helped Hong Zhenlong onto the bed and lay down, and then asked, "Doctor, are you okay?"

Aoki said, "I'm fine. But I'm not a doctor. My name is Aoki. Just call my name."

Hong Kui frowned and was a bit dissatisfied with Aoki's sudden denial that he was a doctor, but he obviously had a good training, and he didn't scold him for it. He just said indifferently: "Mr. Aoki, you just said just let my father sleep. Now my father is asleep, if you don’t have a better treatment plan, please go back."

Aoki's attitude towards Hong Kui was a bit surprised. When I came here, I saw Huang Ziqiang's cautious look. I thought it was difficult for the North American gang boss to serve him. When I met, I realized that not only was he not fierce, but a very gentleman, even better than a celebrity family like Xia Wenyuan.

In comparison, Huang Ziqiang is far behind, let alone Jiang Deqian who thinks he is a social gangster.

People ordered to chase away guests, but Aoki didn't want to leave so early. The old man's dream was really strange. Leaving aside the shadow in the dream, just the size of the dream space that carries the ice and snow world can never be made by ordinary people. Even in Aoki's current cognition, it cannot be a single person's dream.

Where is the dream of William Wolf, the biggest Chinese gang leader in North America, connected?

"Allow me to ask a few questions," he said.

"Please speak." Hong Kui did not appear impatient.

"Do you, or someone in your family, dream of that white wolf when you become ill?" Aoki asked.

This time it was Hong Kui's turn to be shocked. He looked at Aoki in surprise and asked, "How did you... know?" He looked back at his father on the bed, and he seemed to have thought of something, but he was even more incredible, "Could it be that just...you...my father..."

Aoki smiled and said: "This is a bit complicated, I will tell you later. Now please answer my question."

Hong Kui's expression quickly returned to calm, and said, "Yes, I dream about it every time. This was originally a secret of our family, and few people outside know about it."

"Family secret?" Aoki wondered, "Why keep it secret? Don't you tell the doctor?"

Hong Kui said: "I don't know, it is said to be the ancestral training. But in fact, it is not that no one knows. In the past, the family invited several well-known experts to study our situation. They thought it might be caused by a gene. Of hereditary neurological diseases."

Aoki asked again: "Have you ever seen your own shadow in your dream?"

"What?" Hong Kui showed incomprehension, "Shadow? I really haven't noticed this."

Aoki knew that normal people would not pay attention to whether they have a shadow in their dreams. Hong Kui shouldn't be the target of consciousness invasion, so he changed the subject: "Your father's illness has become severely recent, right?"

"Yes, it's about half a year."

"Have anything special happened before this?"

"Special? What do you mean by special?" Hong Kui asked.

"Any aspect, life, relationship, business, play... everything is fine, as long as you think it's special, it doesn't happen often."

"Well, before the illness got worse, there was nothing in life~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but something happened inside the club, which made my father feel a bit bad. How...does this have any effect?"

"It's hard to tell now." Aoki said, "Do you know Ronald Cohen?"

"Cohen? Are you talking about Ronald Cohen, chairman of the Dream Foundation?" Hong Kui thought for a while, "I remember one thing when you mentioned him."

"My father likes to collect. A few years ago, he saw a Picasso painting, which was in the hands of Michael Jones in Las Vegas, but Cohen was the first to publish it at a price of 150 million U.S. dollars. I bought it. At that time, the price was a bit ridiculous."

"My father has always been upset about this. He contacted Cohen several times to buy the painting from him, but he didn't negotiate because of the price. Cohen finally agreed last year. My father also paid the deposit, but what he didn't expect was When he was planning to go to New York to get the painting back, Cohen suddenly changed his mind and said that the painting had been sold to a Chinese."

"My father was very angry and planned to teach Cohen a lesson, but Cohen sent another painting over. It was Monet's work. He gave a very low price and said it was compensation for my father. It happened at that moment in the club. When something happened, my father accepted the painting and didn't pursue it anymore."