Zanxing

Tian Fangfang remained motionless.

He pushed it for a while and didn't respond. At the end, Mendong gathered up his courage, slapped Tian Fangfang on the face, and shouted, Senior Brother Tian!

Tian Fangfang slept soundly.

Mendong pulled his hair out, like pulling out a big radish stuck in the ground: Tian——Senior——Brother——

Senior Brother Tian did not respond at all, and even the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his face full of happiness, as if he was in a deep dream.

Mendong sat down on the ground and felt helpless for a while. His cultivation was just average, not to mention that now that his energy was completely lost, the Qiankun bag could not be opened, and Tian Fangfang couldn't wake up. Tian Fangfang is not awake, how can he find others by himself?

Mendong sat on the ground and wiped the corners of his eyes dejectedly. After all the tossing just now, Tian Fangfang was dragged from the secret room to the outside of the secret room by him. The leg that came out sideways was torn so that the shoes fell off, revealing a sock with a hole in it.

In the sect of Gufeng Mountain, there are all kinds of clothes, and socks are sewn with special white silk. Tian Fangfang's socks were red, but he must have sold the socks and replaced them with cheap ones. Now that there was a hole in the sock, revealing one of the man's toes outside, Meng Dong looked at it, and his heart suddenly moved.

Otherwise, try another way?

The dishes on the table were all he liked and couldn't eat before.

Eight-treasure wild duck, golden bergamot rolls, fried cuttlefish shreds, golden silk crisps, fish fillets with milk sauce, and colorful beef fillet. Tian Fangfang devoured it so much that he was in a hurry, so he took a sip from the flower-carved jar on the side.

The Qian family collapsed, and the original servants dispersed. He didn't ask for money or antiques. He asked for a piece of land at the east entrance of the village. Unexpectedly, on the first day of land reclamation, a hoe dug down, and a box of gold lumps was dug out.

He used this box of gold lumps to buy fields and land, built a beautiful mansion, and brought in his parents.

After having money, I can eat enough every day, and I don't have to be passively beaten and scolded as before. Tian Fangfang feels that everything around her has changed for the better. No, there is another bad thing, that is, his memory has deteriorated. For example, the ins and outs of how to make a fortune and how to own this house were told to him by the maid in the house. After the maid reminded him, he vaguely remembered, as if such a thing happened.

However, it is common for people to have poor memory as they get older. When he was working as a long-term worker in the Qian Mansion, he only hoped that one day he would be able to eat steamed buns, have meat, and sleep on a soft bed, but he didn't expect it to be true now. Good luck came too suddenly, like a dream.

He took a pair of chopsticks and put the snow-white fish meat in his mouth. The fish meat was sweet and delicate. Tian Fangfang smacking his lips comfortably. Suddenly, he felt something tickled at his feet. Looking down, he almost lost his mind.

A gray mouse was surrounding his feet, its two claws seemed to be climbing up the legs of his trousers, and his shoes had disappeared at some point, and his feet were stepping on the ground naked, clearly visible. Feel the numbness of the mouse crawling over the instep.

Mother, why are there mice here? Tian Fangfang cried out in horror.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and there was no bed in the house, so I only built a low couch with soil. Because I didn't have enough food at home, even the mice were starving. When Tian Fangfang was eight years old, the newborn baby next door had its nose devoured by a mouse at night. He still remembered the bloody scene at that time. In Tian Fangfang's heart, there was nothing scarier than a mouse.

Now, in his exquisite and luxurious mansion, there are even mice?

Someone--someone- he shouted.

There were more and more mice under his feet. He didn't know where they came from. He only saw the gray tide coming from all directions. Those furry things brushed the back of his feet. He climbed up on the stool, and the mice followed and climbed up. The mouse was chasing after him on the table, and a numb feeling ran through his body, and an unbearable itch forced him to shout, Go away! He reached out and touched the axe at his waist.

His hand felt empty.

What about the axe? Where's his dry sun axe?

However, what is the dry sun axe?

Tian Fangfang felt that her mind suddenly became confused, and her memory seemed to have gone wrong. Those gray waves of noise stagnated in front of them, the house gradually became blurred, and a clear voice sounded in my ears, accompanied by the itch in the soles of my feet: Brother Tian!

Tian Fangfang suddenly opened his eyes.

The little boy in front of him was holding his feet in his arms, his face flushed red. Tian Fangfang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, grabbed her foot back, and looked at Mendong with a very complicated expression: Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby?

Meng Dong was kicked by him unexpectedly, and got up from the ground after a while, his face ashen with anger: Who has such a hobby? If you haven't been able to wake up from the illusion that you have been sinking in, who is going to take off your socks? He pinched his nose: It stinks!

At that time, Tian Fangfang showed no sign of waking up, and Aston also used the dead horse as a live horse doctor. He simply took off Tian Fangfang's socks and scratched his feet. Unexpectedly, this method is so effective, Tian Fangfang really woke up.

Illusion? Tian Fangfang was stunned for a moment, and said while wearing socks, Is that an illusion just now?

What did you dream about? Mendong asked as he approached him.

Tian Fangfang didn't say a word. In that fantasy world, there was indeed everything he wanted. If Mendong hadn't awakened him from it, how long it would have taken him to indulge in it is really uncertain.

But Junior Brother, he put on his socks and started putting on his shoes again: How did you wake up?

Mendong hesitated for a moment: I have an Immortal Aperture, maybe because of this.

Because of the Immortal Aperture, his sense of smell and taste are different from others. Even though he tried his best to imitate the aroma in his memory of the brown sugar cake in the illusion, when he took a bite, he would still taste the fishy smell of sand. When he perceives something strange, the illusion will reveal a flaw, such as the tiger, and he will follow the flaw and find the truth.

Tian Fangfang put on her shoes, stepped on the ground, and suddenly vomited a few times, and asked suspiciously, Why are you mouthing sand?

Did you eat what's inside? Mendong asked.

yes!

Most of the food in the fantasy world is made of sand. Mendong's face tightened: Forget it, let's go to Senior Sister Meng and the others first.

This corridor is very long, but Tian Fangfang and Mendong didn't take two steps before they saw the mu layer.

He was sitting halfway against the wall, with his head lowered, holding the God-destroying Sword in his arms. At first glance, he thought he was still awake, but Tian Fangfang walked up and patted his shoulder: Junior Brother—

Mu layerxiao's eyes were tightly closed, and there was no response.

It seems that he is also sinking into an illusion. Mendong frowned and watched for a while, then squatted down to pick up one of Mu layerxiao's leg, and greeted Tian Fangfang who was on the side: Hurry up, you also come to help.

Tian Fangfang squatted down and said to Mendong, I'll come, just stay on the side.

The autumn sky seems to be golden too.

The fallen leaves covered the ground, and the geese in the distance crossed gray shadows on the clouds and disappeared in the distance.

Mu layerxiao looked down at the sword in his hand.

This sword was given to him by the city master of Yuecheng, congratulations to him for forming an elixir. Now he is the first genius in the entire Yuecheng who made pills before the age of eighteen. Everyone respects him and fears him. He and Liu Yunxin don't have to look at others to live their lives. Even the young city master of Yuecheng, Wang Shao, has to respect him when they see him. Respectfully.

Liu Yunxin sat on a bluestone in the woods, embroidering a fan in his hand. The weather is getting colder tomorrow, but she wants to embroider some kind of fan. Mu layerxiao's gaze swept across her face, and returned to the long sword in his hand.

This sword is very beautiful, with a blood-colored gem set on the scabbard, and most importantly, it is a mid-level spiritual weapon. Such a gorgeous and majestic weapon was something he never dared to imagine in the past. He should be proud of owning this sword, but for some reason, every time he sees this sword, a strange feeling arises in his heart, as if it is not his sword.

He shook his head, put aside the strange feeling in his heart, drew his sword and began to practice, but as soon as he moved, he heard an earth-shattering loud noise from all around him.

Liu Yunxin looked at him in a panic, ran towards him desperately, he drank Yunxin and was about to rush over to save her. However, between him and Liu Yunxin, the ground suddenly cracked, and then, water overflowed from the opening, and a black behemoth rushed out and wrapped around his legs.

He was shocked: It's a 'domain'!

Yunxin, run! Don't get hit by its sand! Muchengxiao shouted to Liu Yunxin.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly froze for a moment, why are these words so familiar, and the picture in front of him seems to have been seen somewhere.

The black monster with a blurred mask seemed to refuse to let him go, it wrapped tightly around his legs and dragged him into the crack in the ground.

He struggled hard, but when he raised his head, he saw that Liu Yunxin had disappeared at some point, and the half-embroidered fan was thrown on the ground. The embroidery was clumsy and rough.

It was impossible for Liu Yunxin to leave him and escape alone, and it was impossible for Liu Yunxin to embroider such an ugly fan.

Just like a beautiful ink painting, the oil paint on the paper was gradually washed away by the dripping rain, and those delicate patterns began to become chaotic, and it was impossible to distinguish the original appearance. The geese disappeared, the light disappeared, and the golden sky became confused. He saw the dark fire swaying in front of him, and someone's voice sounded in his ears, hurriedly, one after another.

Junior brother! Pastor brother!

Pastor - teacher - brother -

The sound is getting louder and louder, as if it has surpassed countless false noises, it clearly resounds in the ears. A coolness rose from under his feet, as if someone was fiddling with his body, and the movement woke him up.

Mu layerxiao suddenly opened his eyes.