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Then, the scene in the dream is still a wedding.

However, it was replaced by an ancient Chinese wedding.

Just like in the movies, he was the groom with a big red rope with flowers in his hand.

Opposite the red rope is the bride with the red cap.

Among the voices of those who presided over the wedding, the couple began to worship the heavens and the earth, the high hall of worship, and the couple worshipped each other.

Then the groom goes forward and lifts the bride's red cap.

When the red cap was lifted, Song Shuhang's other fist had become fist - if the red cap was still Shinjun Bai's face, his fist would swing out immediately. Without hesitation!

The red cap was lifted. This time, it was not Shinjun Shirakawa. Redhead covered with a delicate face, long black hair, a small nose, and that iconic smile - Yoshiko Yu.

Song Shuhang's breath is dimly relieved, as long as he is not bald and not Shinjun Baihe.

Though the bride in the dream was Yoko Yu, it made him feel a little strange.

His relationship with Yoshiko Yu did not reach this level. In fact, Yoshiko Yu has always treated him as a ‘Senior Song'.

But as long as it's not Shirakura, it's not a nightmare.

Just when Song Shuhang thought so, Yoshiko Yu spoke in front of him.

Kneel!

Sooko Yu's voice is not her sweet voice, but the voice of a middle-aged man: “Wow, Song Xiaoyu, I want to marry my old husband's daughter, it's a dream! ”

In the conversation room, Yoshiko Yu's appearance changed to that of a handsome middle-aged man with no friends: “Did my husband's 'new phantom brooch' work well? Even the Daoists of the Nine Continental Groups can't see any famous halls! ”

Looking at this handsome face, Song Shuhang did not hesitate to wave his iron fist and smashed it towards this handsome face!

It's still a nightmare, and it's even scarier than the dream of 'Shirakatsu Shirakatsu'!

After this punch went out, his nightmare broke again...

And then, just like last time, the dream scene changed again.

……

……

This time, it became an ordinary modern room.

Song Shuhang sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

After two experiences, Song Shuhang quickly detected the surrounding items, as well as his own clothes.

There was no abnormality in the room this time, and his clothes were ordinary.

Song Shuhang was relieved - it was no longer a bloody wedding and there was no bloody bride.

Just thinking room, suddenly the door to the room was pushed open.

Then, a man stood up in a kimba, dressed in a suit, and pushed the door in a serious way.

Then Dajingba smiled on his face: “Honey, you've been waiting a long time. Spring and evening are worth a thousand gold. Tonight is our wedding day. Don't put your face on, be happy, give Grandpa a smile, or Grandpa will give you a smile? ”

Smile, Beans, let my husband die!

Song Shuhang did not hesitate to wave a righteous iron fist on the face of this Great Jingba...

Dreams crumble again.

Then, the scene is converted again.

This time, Song Shuhang found himself in a primitive society. At this time, he was wearing the hide of a beast, and he was grinding wood with a stone axe in his hand.

This is already the fourth dream… the first three dreams, all related to ‘weddings’ or ‘newlyweds’. Song Shuhang always felt that something was wrong. The fourth dream right now, it's not about the wedding, is it?

Even if he was in a coma having a nightmare, he couldn't have dreamed of a wedding all three times, and it was such a tragic wedding!

Even if it's a nightmare, it's terrible!

Song Shuhang suspected that something was affecting his dream?

Or, who's joking with him?

This time, I dreamed I'd become a primitive. It's not about getting married, is it? There's never been a wedding before, is there?

Song Shuhang suddenly saw a shadow approaching from afar.

She was tiny and had short shoulders, and her face was still beautiful, even though she was wearing a primitive leather coat.

It's Sioux XVI!

At this time, Su Shi 'a XVI held a huge stick, a terrible model. Her eyes were staring at Song Shuhang, full of aggression!

Song Shuhang just has a bad feeling.

Suppose the original had a wedding - Song Shuhang remembered a funny animation.

The original man, if he sees an object, can go up and knock a stick and drag it into his hole. For the original, this is the wedding.

Far away, Su Shi A XVI, a silly, moving expression.

Looking at Song Shuhang as if looking at the prey, and associating herself with the big stick in her hand, she didn't want a stick to knock me out, did she?

Song Shuhang: “…”

This is nothing but dreams.

Lifting the table, seniors are no longer playing, this damn dream, who's the seniors of the "Jiuzhou 1 group" who are leisurely pain, are you kidding him?

That's enough of this nonsense!

Keep playing, the good old man will get angry too!

“Wake up, no matter which senior is messing with me, now let me out and I won't be too angry. If we keep playing, I'll get mad too!” Song Shuhang called.

Just as Song Shuhang shouted, suddenly he felt a pain in the back of his head and a huge dizziness sensation came through.

Song Shuhang turned his head rigidly and then saw Su Shiqi, who was the same animal skin, standing behind him with a ruthless face.

He had a bloodstained wooden stick in his hand, and there was no doubt that Song Shuhang's blood was on it.

Then Su Shi Aqi waved happily toward Su Shi A16 in the distance.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Shit, this is really the wildlings' wedding.

No more games, really no more games

What a dreamy dream! Wake up!

Does it mean anything to get married and play with it differently? Couldn't there be something else?

Stop playing Wedding Bowl, we're still good friends!

Song Shuhang thought so much.

All of a sudden, the surrounding scene changed and Suzi A7 and Suzi A16 disappeared.

The trees in the primitive forest were all twisted, turned into puppets and monsters, and attacked towards Song Shuhang.

Not only are trees, the surrounding stones and dirt gathered together, all turned into puppets, towards Song Shuhang to kill.

“Shit!” Song Shuhang began desperately to escape.

[Ha-ha-ha, you can't escape, you're mine, you belong to me!] A strange voice rang, which gathered countless voices of men, women and children.

Your blood!

Your meat!

[Your bones!

Your hair!

Everything about you is mine!

“What the hell!” Song Shuhang frowned, but his feet still ran fast. It always feels bad to be caught by these puppet monsters.

But the next moment, the whole world flourishes, the whole world is a puppet.

Air, stone, wood, earth, flame, lightning, water, all combined into one puppet, countless puppets surrounded Song Shuhang, they reached out their hands and greedy poured to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was angry: “What the fuck is this dream? ”

The whole dream is under control. What the fuck is he playing at?

There's nowhere left to hide.

Don't know what happens when these puppets catch him? Song Shuhang had some anxiety in his heart.

Looking at the countless puppets, when Song Shuhang was about to be caught, a pitch-black flying sword burst out, broke the void, and stabbed Song Shuhang in front of him!

Immediately thereafter, countless darknesses were released from this dark sword.

It was pure darkness, devouring everything.

Just momentary time, all the puppets in the dream, all swallowed up by the darkness released by the flying sword, the dream turned into a pure black space, only Song Shuhang floated in it.

What kind of game is this?

Song Shuhang reached out and tried to touch the pitch-black sword.

But the dark sword was spiritual and gently avoided his hand.

Then, the black sword began to change.

After two breaths, a handsome figure appeared in front of Song Shuhang.

The long dark hair flies with the wind and the eyes shine like a silver moon. There is a charm on him that cannot be described in language, and even the whole dark space cannot conceal his charm.

“Senior White!” Song Shuhang's surprise shouted out loud.

The figure in front of you is not someone else, it is the white honored one.

“Hmm.” Bai Zhuang smiled slightly at Song Shuhang, smiling gently, and let Song Shuhang relax.

“Senior White, are you done shutting down?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Hmm.” The white honored nodded with a smile.

“Senior White, what happened to my nightmare?” Song Shuhang asked again - deep down in his heart, he remained vigilant.

He's still in a dream.

Though the ‘white dignitary' in front of him seemed to have come out to save him, helping him break the nightmare. But who can assure you that the white man in front of you is also part of a ‘nightmare'? It's not about protecting the white man, it's about protecting him from the existence of nightmares.

“Your nightmares are a puppet-related spell, a curse, a troublesome spell. When did you get into such a spell?” The white honored speaks out.

Song Shuhang frowned. When did he get such a spell?

Magic related to the Puppet of Upper Mugatu - wait, is that it?

While at the Fishy Villa, Senpai laid down a netting, trying to attract the devil to the door in order to capture the dragon demon.

However, the Dragon Demon did not come to the door and attracted a group of sea urchin fighters.

And one of them was a sea urchin fighter disguised as a puppet.

Before dying, the puppet pointed distantly at Song Shuhang, but did not carry out any fluctuations of spells.

Was it then that the puppet concealed the means to himself?

What is the purpose of the other party?

Song Shuhang was about to talk to Senior Bai again. At this point, Bai Zhuang suddenly said: “Well, that's about it. It's time for you to wake up. ”

Song Shuhang: “? ”

But the white honored smiled and reached out to him, and the whole dark world collapsed.

Then Song Shuhang escaped from that chain of nightmare worlds.