Chapter 678
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"Welcome to the Nightmare World, the land of extreme evil in Floating Like a Dream!"
Zhao Hai fell to the ground, his face calm as he fell asleep.
Ru Yan asked strangely, "Miss, wouldn't it be too easy for him if you let him die in his dream?"
Even if it's a nightmare, there's no real pain …
Before this thought could be finished, Ru Yan's eyes widened in shock.
Zhao Hai, who was lying on the ground, began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His hair was white, his face wrinkled, and his teeth fell off one by one.
In the end, his hair fell off, his nails fell off one by one, his body was bent, and his bones would break at the slightest touch.
The expression on his face was one of fear and despair at all times, as if he wanted nothing more than to die immediately.
"What … what's going on?"
Mu Yan smiled faintly, "The Nightmare World of Floating Like a Dream is called a dream, but it's not just a dream. It's similar to the Great Illusionary Land. When he wakes up, his soul has already gone through thousands of reincarnations. "
"What he experienced in the dream is a purgatory that ordinary people can't imagine, and he can't die or escape. He can only experience it over and over again until he wakes up after a quarter of an hour."
Zhao Hai suddenly opened his eyes, trembling as he tried to speak, but found that he could only make hoarse sounds.
He was so old that he couldn't hear any sounds, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.
He thought he had broken free from the dream, but in fact, he had returned to the nightmare of reality.
His soul was trapped in an old body. Every breath was painful, and he could feel the pain of a fracture when he gently lifted his arm.
And he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.
Listening to Mu Yan's narration, Ru Yan and the Nether Flame Army were stunned.
Then they thought of the Floating Like a Dream that they had heard in their daily training, and they all shivered.
The thought of falling into such a nightmare was more terrible than dying a hundred times.
Mu Yan condescendingly looked at Zhao Hai, who was drooling on the ground, and sneered, "You've defiled so many young girls, isn't it to stay young forever? Since you're so afraid of getting old, then slowly enjoy the taste of death in your old age! "
= = =
"Haotian, Haotian!"
Feng Haitang jumped up from the bed, and saw the familiar room furnishings, and …
"Miss, I … I'm saved?" She touched her chest in a daze. There was no sticky blood or the sword that had pierced through her body. The pain in her body had also disappeared without a trace.
Feng Haitang looked at the beautiful girl sitting by the bed, her eyes a little wet, "Miss, did you save me again? Where was Haotian? How is he? "
Mu Yan smiles faintly: "Don't worry, he's fine. He's as lively as you are. Right now, he's probably … handling some matters. "
Hearing this, Feng Haitang was delighted.
Then, he subconsciously looked around, and the joy in his eyes was slowly replaced by disappointment and sadness.
Yan Haotian was fine now, but he was unwilling to stay by her side.
So, he still wasn't willing to accept her?
Even if he really loved her, even if he could die for her, but …
But between the two of them, there was an insurmountable chasm.
In the end, they could only be fated but not fated?
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