Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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After expelling Platinum Bishop Salas and one hundred Wuhundian spirit masters out of the dream space, Yang Ming found that he had not immediately exited the dream, perhaps because the body outside hadn't woken up yet.

With the help of the physique of the King of Dreams obtained from the Hearthstone Legend Ysera, Yang Ming wandered among the dreams of all living beings and found strange dreams.

The things that humans have thought about during the day are often presented in dreams after they fall asleep at night. This is the so-called day and night dreams.

Human beings are also the most emotional creatures. The emotions of anger, joy, surprise, and fear will create dreamlike dreams, which also makes Yang Ming feel like an eye-opener.

Without knowing how long it had been floating around, Yang Ming realized that he had come into a strange dream. The dream was an inn in Tiandou City, and two people were talking in it.

These two people, one old and one young, happened to be familiar faces of Yang Ming.

The old man wore a well-cut red robe, the folds on his face were clearly visible, and his eyes were deep and full of wise light. Who is not the platinum bishop Salas?

And the other, Feng Xiaotian, who was already "dead", the conversation between the two clearly entered Yang Ming's ears.

"Young people, there is only one opportunity. If you miss it, you will miss it forever, especially the one you love. If you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime. You really want to see your beloved and other men. Walking together, talking and laughing, treating you as a passerby indifferent?"

Yang Ming clearly saw that after Platinum Bishop Salas had said these words, Feng Xiaotian lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, his face showed a hideous expression several times, and his heart was obviously suffering incomparably pain.

But in the end, Feng Xiaotian showed a firm look in his eyes, saying:

"Yang Ming, you forced me to do this!"

Yang Ming was standing in the corner of the inn in the dreamland, watching this scene quietly, with some funny feeling in his heart.

It turns out that this is the truth?

Feng Xiaotian just mistakenly thought that Huo Wu liked him, so out of jealousy or jealousy, he agreed to this plan of Platinum Bishop Salas?

Then...

This dream is obviously not the Platinum Bishop Salas who has just been defeated by Yang Ming, but the Fengxiao genius who has fallen into a state of suspended animation.

After all, fake death is not real death, it's just falling into a deep sleep.

"That's it."

Yang Ming showed a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said secretly:

"Since I have found the truth, then I have to find a way to tell Jian Douluo Chenxin about this, and ask him to relay it to Ning Fengzhi so that he can help clarify the facts and release me from the Spirit Hall."

"It's just that the question is here. Now those Templar knights are watching me very tightly. They don't even give me a chance to talk with Jian Douluo Chenxin. How should I convey this news?"

Yang Ming scratched his head, feeling that this matter seemed a bit tricky.

He walked around in his dreams at random, looked at the bizarre scene around him, slapped his head suddenly, a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said:

"I'm stupid, I can convey this news of mine through my dreams!"

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Yang Ming immediately moved his hand, and after leaving Feng Xiaotian's dream, he began to search for the dream of Ning Fengzhi nearby.

Heaven Dou City has a rare population of one million people, and it is not a matter of finding a needle in a haystack to find one's dream in the dream of one million people.

But fortunately, Yang Ming has perseverance and perseverance. If one night is not enough, then two nights will always be able to find Ning Fengzhi's dream.

But what Yang Ming didn't know was that Ning Fengzhi was running around for his affairs. He had hardly closed his eyes in these two nights. They were busy investigating, so tonight, Yang Ming's efforts must be futile.

No words for a night.

In the early morning of the next day, a Templar did not see Platinum Bishop Salas coming out of the secret room for a long time. For fear of an accident, he chose to pry the door into the secret room.

It’s just that, unlike what the Templar imagined, there was no major accident that came into view. One hundred Soul Masters, including Platinum Bishop Salas, stayed in the secret room intact... …

That's it!

But I saw that among the 100 soul masters, there are now only more than 70 left, and the heads of more than 20 soul masters exploded, and they collapsed in a pool of blood long ago. The airtight chamber was filled with a thick cloud. The strong smell of blood and the smell of corpses made the nose smelly.

If it hadn't been for this Templar to see too many dead people, he might have vomited on the ground.

Even so, the face of the Templar is absolutely ugly. He hurriedly came to Platinum Bishop Salas, touched the ground with his knees, squatted on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Master Salas, are you okay?"

To his surprise, Platinum Bishop Salas no longer saw the shrewdness and deepness he once had, but revealed a sense of cleanliness like a newborn baby. After looking up and down the Templar with curiosity, Speaking of the words that made Leide's body burnt inside and outside, he said:

"Dad, I want to drink milk!"

The Templar knight froze, staring at the platinum bishop, who was famous for his wisdom in the Wuhun Temple, with a deadly gaze, wondering if the other party was using him as a joke.

A joke, even if you call my father, you still have to drink milk, is there any mistake?

Of course, the Templar was extremely angry, but he did not dare to confront the opponent, for fear that a platinum bishop Salas would accidentally anger the platinum bishop, and put him on small shoes every minute.

However, Platinum Bishop Salas has already been hit by Yang Ming with a heavy hammer in the dream world, which has caused great mental trauma. If it were not for his superior strength, he might have been as brain and watermelon as those hapless children. It's so rotten.

Even if lucky to survive, Platinum Bishop Salas has become a mentally retarded, like a hungry child asking his father for milk, his old hands tightly grasping the armor of the hapless Templar knight Bianbian, never let go, just keep saying:

"Dad, I want to drink milk, drink milk, drink milk!"

The important thing should be repeated three times!

This Templar is about to collapse in his heart, my lord, don't play tricks on me like this, can you drink my milk.

Oh no, even if I have, how can I give you this old man?

Seeing that Platinum Bishop Salas was about to take off his armor, and even brought his mouth closer, the Templar had a bitter cold and pushed him over...

This push directly pushed Platinum Bishop Salas to the ground.

Then he cried.