I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Although the intensity intensity is not large, in short, it can't make yourself really become a salted fish.

Now because of continuous heavy rain, the ceiling is a bit leak, and the entire second floor is vividly of a wet atmosphere.

Lin Jie feels that he is really omissions and has forgotten a desiccant such as some lime.

"Hey, wait for heavy rain, then go out and purchase it."

Lin Jian opened the bedroom door, the narrow space is only a bed, a table and a chair.

A variety of paper research materials are stacked on the table.

It is some small investigations that he has done in the two years in order to integrate with Nogin.

He found a nail and a hoe, got a simple fixed point on the wall.

Then, the beautiful catching net of the drear feathers was hung on the wall.

Just above the pillow.

If he is lying down, the feathers of the catching dream are pair of his eyes.

Lin Jie put the tool back, stretched a lazy waist, took off the clothes, closed the light, lying down on the bed to cover the quilt.

He looked up the feathers of the sky and lightly.

"I hope it can be useful ... I wish you a good dream."

Lin is closed on his eyes, the darkness is like a tide.

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Is it a dream?

Lin Yichen blinds, and some look at a white world in front of him.

The small snowflakes are slowly falling, so that his forehead is cold.

He looked up, the huge green branches were flourishing, covered by snow, the trunk of the twisted winding together is like blood, and the crown is like covering the sky.

Everywhere is a white iris flower, and the wind blows over the sand.

The tree is a silver-haired woman with closed eyes.

She is like a silver moon or night snow-like beautiful face, white light gauze covered her body, bare, a small legs in the flowers, white, the lines are almost perfect.

Lin Jieyi I don't know where I don't know where I have seen.

Since crowder is the king of the north country,

The pine needle is shaped, the snow is crown.

027 Dream

The hills of the irises are like ash, huge ancient trees, and sleeping beautiful women.

At the point of interest, it seems like a soft filter, with a warm pastel color.

These elements constitute a beautiful dream as if a fairy tale.

"This is indeed an unparalleled dream ... Dao Wang is not bullying."

Lin Weicheng thought in the flowers, and looked at the left and right. He looked at it.

The flowers in the hands are rotated, and the pure white flower valves is clean.

Whether it is from visual, smell, or touch, this flower is really untrue.

Qingming dream?

Lin Jie can also do the dream that can keep awake and even know that you are dreaming.

This dream is called the Qingming Dream or awake dreams.

In this state, dreamers can think about the thinking and memory of memory during the dream.

Some people can even make the feelings in their dreams really have to be in the real world.

However, although it is very mysterious, it is not rare, even a skill that can be obtained through deliberate exercise.

Lin Jian is not easy to make the body of the Qingming Dream, and the number of deaths he remembers in the impression will not exceed the number of people.

This time I just hanged the dreaming network, I entered the state of the Qingming Dream.

Lin Jian is skeptical about the effect of this catching network.

This spider web is generally likely to meet a certain psychological implied condition.

Coupled with the words of the old king.

Finally, this dream has been caused.

Lin We think this should be the most reasonable and scientific explanation.

Of course, he is not a Chinese guest who likes to find the end, but these are just the associations generated when he looks at all.

As a romanticist that can be unknown in heavy rain, Lin Jian is willing to believe this is the magical gift of the old king.

Say it back, since it is his dream, then can it be what you want?

Lin Weicheng put the thinking eyes to the woman lying under the tree.

He is still quite curious ... Why don't you dream, you will be a woman.

Cough, not to say can't dream, after all, no one has young years.

But in general, the people in the dream should not be so clear and completely unfair.

"Okay, at least there is a white hair attribute that the rinters love ... can be said to be very familiar."

"Say the end, just a dream, what can happen?"

Lin is slowly slowing the flowers, squatting, walking down under the tree.

Let him see what is his "dreams".

Lin Jie went to the tree. When I was closely observed, I found that this woman is more perfect than imagination, just like the broken arm's Venus is general, full of unreal beauty.