Nightmare's Call

Chapter 420

Dreams.

No matter how many times Lin Sheng entered, he could not describe the detached feeling when he entered the dream.

The soul can not only return to the body at any time, but also float out and fly around for training.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Lin Sheng enjoys this kind of unconsciousness, but he can feel the contradictory state of consciousness.

TA TA TA ta

By the time he recovered, he had heard the second hand again.

It's surrounded by ruins, white light. You can't see the outline, you can't see where you are.

"Another place?" Lin Sheng's heart is slightly condensed. When he stepped into the grottoes of evil spirits, he had a premonition that his dreams would be abnormal.

After all, when he went to the grottoes, he was already in another world.

So he never sleeps there. Always insist on returning to reality before normal sleep supplement.

But even if he paid such attention, what he was worried about still happened after he came back.

The dream drifts again. He's not where he was.

"So, where is this now?"

Lin Sheng tried to raise his hand. His hand was still there. He could see the fine lines clearly.

Then he opened his legs and walked on.

Everything in the white light is hazy.

Lin Sheng sped up and ran in one direction.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom.

The sound of his heavy footsteps was constantly surging in the white space, but there was still no response around.

I don't know how long I ran.

Finally, from a distance, he saw a door in front of him.

A door he knew very well.

So

That's

That's

Panpan security door!

Poof.

Lin Sheng's step was a meal, and he looked at the door with a speechless face.

Although he used the Panpan security door at home when he was on the earth in his previous life, now he is in a dream. Isn't it a bit too disobedient to see this scene suddenly?

"Forget it, you can meet anything in your dream."

Lin Sheng looked around. He didn't want to waste time running around.

So he went to the security door, reached out and gently pulled.

Click.

The door opened.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and opened it. There was a red light inside, a familiar red light.

It's his home when he was still Celine!

Beyond the door is his living room.

In the living room, the TV set is broken into a pile of wreckage, lying on the TV cabinet.

The floor was in a mess, as if it had been scratched by a giant claw monster. Many boards broke and stood up, just like pieces of wood pulled from it, and the stubble inside could be seen.

The sofa has shown white cotton everywhere. It's like a torn down jacket, miserable and pitiful.

Lin Sheng turned his head and looked behind him. There was still a white light behind him.

He stopped, and then resolutely forward, into the familiar home of his own.

Click.

The security door closed slowly behind.

Lin Sheng went to the center of the living room, and the red light outside the window projected in, reflecting the whole house into a light red.

"I'm back?"

Lin Sheng seems to understand.

It's like a transit station, the place where his consciousness appears when his dreams stop temporarily.

He walked around the living room, checked around, and made sure there were no hidden monsters before continuing to the next room.

The windows of the bedroom and study are open. As soon as Lin Sheng enters the study, he sees a fuzzy figure lying in front of the desk, as if he is sleeping.

The red light outside the window fell in front of the figure, making it darker.

"Who?" Lin Sheng is on the alert.

It's not like reality in a dream. It's possible to encounter monsters at any level.

Tiangongxia is the same as many powerful commanders before.

He didn't know what level of monsters would come here. So be careful.

It seems that I heard the voice.

The figure in front of the desk slowly straightened up and looked up at Lin Sheng.

He did not speak, just calmly looking at Lin Sheng. Not moving.

"Yes?" Lin Sheng took a few steps forward and found that the other side seemed to follow him.

He stepped back two more steps, and sure enough, the man followed.

"Can't you communicate?" Lin Sheng frowned.

"Again, who are you?" He asked in heresy and Gurren.

That fuzzy black figure, fuzzy hazy face is still no expression. Just staring at Lin Sheng.

"Forget it." Lin Sheng simply opened his hand, a white light shining in the palm of his hand.