Four days passed in the blink of an eye. This period of time passed relatively unremarkably. Several small things happened during this period. For example, Mourinho invited Master Amar to the Jade City as a guest for three days, and another example was the thirty-eight Buddhas.
When the giant man was walking in the wilderness, he scared an ogre bandit who was beating a sap into a nerve. Liu Zhencheng had no time to pay attention to these small things. He was focused on competing with the dream chaser Sylph.
Liu Zhenshao would think over and over again when he had nothing to do in the past few days as to whether the twin resonance theory mentioned by Dream Chaser Sylph was true or false, and whether this Dream Chaser was good or evil.
I can't think of a reason----------According to Sylph, the population of the Dream World is 10,000 times higher than the population base of the Aegean Continent, which currently has about 100 million people.
Or so, that is to say, there are at least one trillion people in the Dream World. If we extrapolate from the population base of the two worlds, that is to say, even if wars break out every day in the Dream World and millions of people die in each battle, in the Aegean Continent every day
It's just a few hundred people dying. After all, only 10,000 people in the dream world will give birth to a dream chaser.
And Sylph also said that 99% of dreamers are women!
Liu Zhencheng firmly believes that in any war in the world, the chance of a woman going into battle and risking her life is very rare. In this way, the power of the dream chasers in the dream world to affect the Aegean continent is really very small, and the dream chasers and love
The idea that Qin people are resonators of life seems to be theoretically tenable - everything in the dream world does not seem to subjectively affect life in the Aegean continent.
But this kind of thing is too evil after all!
Liu Zhanchen couldn't believe it, let alone believed it, but he had to be half-convicted!
This feeling is so unpleasant!
What makes him even more distressed is that after being entangled with such contradictory thoughts for too long, whenever he thinks about it, he will immediately have hallucinations and strange things in his mind.
In the words of Chief Buddha Giant, he has a tendency to split his personality, and the consequences are very serious.
In the words of Elder Andulan, he was seduced by a dream demon, and the consequences were extremely serious.
In Ichijo's words, this is called inner demon. In the East, countless masters who have practiced martial arts and spells to a certain level will suffer from this kind of situation, and the consequences are extremely serious!
Liu Zhenzhen asked them: What would happen to me if the consequences were the most serious?
Become a madman, said the chief Buddha Giant.
Becomes nerves. Elder Andulan said.
Become a fool. Ichijo said.
Obislaqi! Liu shocked said.
This unfortunate incident tortured Liu Zhenshao's nerves. According to his physique, it was very common for him not to sleep for a week. Compared with ordinary people, this pirate hero undoubtedly lived a long longer life----
-----Others need sleep to replenish their physical strength at night, which is completely unconscious; but he is still full of energy and enjoys a high-quality life.
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For example, he is busy practicing "Dual Cultivation Domain Barrier" or something like that.
But after all, Lao Liu is not a King made of iron or an Arhat made of copper. When the tiger still takes a nap, he is the same.
After all, he still has to sleep. Now that he is sleeping, he must face Sylph again and face endless questions again. This is the most contradictory part of Liu Zhencheng---------
-If what Sylph said is true, then his fate is to be tied to this delicate little girl. This is something Liu Zhensha cannot tolerate. He feels so insecure! If what Sylph said is false
Then why did she tell lies? For what purpose did she tell lies? Liu Zhencheng didn’t know, and he couldn’t know, because he had no power in the dream. He could neither use conventional torture nor produce a war song.
Torture is completely useless against this girl. This kind of helplessness and weakness is something that people like Liu Zhensha, who are accustomed to controlling their own destiny, cannot tolerate!
Sylph once said that as long as you get drunk, you can naturally avoid seeing her, but Lao Liu is very resistant to choosing this way of escaping. Doing so is not a tough guy!
But if he doesn’t do this, he won’t be able to become a tough guy!
Liu Zhancheng was very depressed. He couldn't understand himself at all. Why did he think about such profound issues when he had nothing to do? How could this kind of muddled idealist philosophy come to him, a rough man like himself?
When the confusion and distress reached a certain level, our rough-and-tumble lord came up with a way to solve the problem without losing his identity as a tough guy------------- When I enter dreamland, I will see you again
When talking to Sylph, Liu Zhenshao always yelled: Obisrachi! Don't bother me! I'm in a bad mood now, I don't want to talk to you, I just want to sleep!
So he continued to close his eyes and sleep in his dream. Sylph occasionally talked to him, and Lao Liu would give her a slap on the back of his head.
As a result, Xiang Xiang was fine, and Sylph seemed to be angry and stopped talking to him, leaving Liu Zhenzhen to sleep soundly alone.
It's a bit ridiculous to say that there are still people who continue to sleep in their dreams.
Liu Daguan is very good at hypnotizing himself. Once he enters meditation, it is more authentic than any sleeping pills and he falls asleep immediately, regardless of whether he is a guest in a dream or not.
Ichijo really admired his boss ------- Defeating the inner demons has always been a difficult problem for masters in the East to solve. Many people went crazy because of this. Unexpectedly, it only took a few days for his boss.
That’s it!
Liu Zhencheng had just found a way to sleep peacefully, and the Red Belt Massacre in Kalimantan had just ended, no more, no less, exactly ten days.
In fact, as early as the eighth day, Liu Zhenhan and Prince Kahn were preparing to end the massacre of the city. The sunlight during the day in the desert was too hot. The city rotted and deteriorated rapidly in the high temperature. It was so fast that it was unprepared. The air was rippling with
The stench makes people easily think of the terrible plague, and even the transported materials are filled with a strange smell.
After Gaza, the leader of the skunks of the Kunke tribe, heard that the lords and wives were worried about the plague spreading to Feilengcui with the plundered materials, he took the initiative to report to the superiors: after wearing the "scent-sucking red bean" of the fruit of Thousand Leaves Tarantula, it can be used on the body.
The top and bottom form a small clean oxygen space to absorb any odor. If you wear the "scent-sucking red bean" on your body, you can definitely prevent any plague smell from being inhaled into your nostrils!
The skunk people of the Kunke tribe naturally like to fart, which is extremely smelly, so they are disgusted by everyone. They are the only vassal tribe in Feilengcui who wear "scent-absorbing red beans". There is no reason for others to wear this odor-absorbing plant fruit.
.Thanks to the existence of this vassal tribe, if it weren't for them, Liu Zhenzhen really wouldn't have known about the Boolean functions of this plant's fruit.
This discovery allowed him and the Beamon warriors to finally complete the ten-day plan to massacre the city.
When Rommel, who was on an expedition to the Kingdom of Markand, rushed back to the city of Kalimantan with his army of flying camels, the once prosperous city of Kalimantan had now completely turned into a ghost, with dense numbers of vultures flying up and down in the sky.
Tearing away the rotten flesh separated from the bones and flesh, and scattering pus like raindrops.
The warriors of the Flying Camel Legion frantically controlled the steam chariot and crashed into the 10,000-pound stone gate of the city gate. After countless heavy hammer blows, a thick cloud of flying dust filled the air, and the city gate burst open.
Is this still Kalimantan, the "Pearl of Mulan"? The soldiers of the Flying Camel Army looked at this lifeless city with dull eyes.
The beautifully designed houses in the past were gone, replaced by fragments of walls and ruins, with green-headed blowflies swarming above them, each one plump in size.
The beautiful and tidy flagstone avenue that used to be gone, now only the fat and shiny maggots are left, flexing and arching out from the rotting corpses whose bellies swelled like balls, and naturally leaked air. Looking at the street, a thick fat white
Writhing in squirming motion, disgustingly ugly.
The palm trees that used to have green branches and leaves are now all stained purple and covered with dried and shrunken flesh.
Only the royal city is still splendid.
However, under the east gate tower, there is a mountain of meat densely packed with maggots. You can barely tell that it is a pile of noses, a pile of noses cut off from human bodies.
There is a line of large characters written in blood on the city wall with flying dragons and phoenixes:
"Bombard the Headquarters------------My big-character poster!"
Mulan people, you are all stupid!
Rommel, you are not!
You are a super stupid B!
There is also a ghostly smiling face painted next to it, a typical impressionist brush.
The signature is: Richard, who has always, deeply, loved you.
Shocking.
Liu
Slightly about ten meters away, on the battlements of the dark and dilapidated royal city tower, there was a long black belt hanging to the ground, connected to a disemboweled and highly decomposed corpse on the ground.
When the wind blows, flies buzz on the black belt.
If you were a discerning person, you would have seen that this was a poor man whose intestines were taken out, entangled on the battlements, and thrown alive from the Royal City Tower, which was more than ten meters high, to the ground of the Royal Street.
There is also a line of large characters written in blood on this city wall. The handwriting is different. It is obviously the graffiti of another boring person:
There are more sad things in the east gate, and I can’t bear to fly a kite to the Caliphate!
The signature is: Shaquille, the first bard in the Aegean continent.
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Rommel's vision went dark, he spurted out blood, and fell down from the back of the six-tusked silver elephant.
After a few seconds, a black shadow rose from the ground, gradually appearing from hazy to clear.
At the moment when Rommel fell to the ground, our Divine Comedy Shaman Liu Zhenzhen also ran into big trouble. (To be continued)