Marvel's Dimension Store

Thick black clouds hung over the sky, and a foul-smelling wind blew across the fierce battle field.

The celestial beings dressed in different clothes and with strange appearances formed a crowd like a motley crew, holding sharp weapons, rushing around like a river breaking an embankment, quickly encroaching on the land and covering it.

On the opposite side is the crowd wearing armor and holding samurai swords. The two crowds collide, merge, tear, and wear away each other bit by bit.

The shouts of fighting shook the sky, complementing the roar of artillery fire.

But in the battlefield like a flesh and blood mill, there is a place where time and space stand still.

The dark-skinned and white-haired samurai embraced the dying black-haired samurai.

"That's one of the most memorable scenes in your memory. How does it feel to see it again?"

At the edge of still time and space, Mu Yang asked the black-skinned and white-haired middle-aged and elderly people beside him how he felt.

"Phew~ the killing intent in my chest is boiling!" Nimizu Jiro held the cigarette stick in his right hand, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Give you a chance to make up for your regrets, what will you do?" Mu Yang stretched out his right hand, and a bracelet floated and spun on his palm.

Nishui Jiro was stunned when he heard the words, and involuntarily glanced at the shimmering bracelet from the corner of his eyes.

Mu Yang didn't speak, and quietly waited for Jiro's choice, while Jiro looked at the two figures in the center of the still space, his eyes gradually became darker, as if he had traveled through time.

After a while, there was still no sound in the silent space, but Jiro's hand had already grasped the bracelet.

"I have received your answer, I hope you can make up your wish."

Mu Yang turned into a puff of blue smoke and dissipated, the still space shattered, and the battlefield of fierce fighting outside also stopped, turning into fly ash one after another and dancing in the drowsy sky.

The hazy feeling gradually dissipated, and Jiro opened his eyes slowly, looking at the ceiling in the darkness, silent.

"I'm also old, and I actually remember the past, and do such nonsense..."

While chattering, Jiro raised his left hand as if he wanted to put it on his forehead, but as soon as his left arm came out of the quilt, the light on his wrist attracted Jiro's attention.

The familiar bracelet made Jiro's eyes startled, and he lost all sleepiness.

'Isn't it a dream? '

The silent heart was beating gradually, and the unforgettable and deep memories, accompanied by the sound of the drums of "dong dong dong", appeared in front of him one after another, which was his debt...

The cool evening wind blows into the house along the gap of the window, cooling down the blood-boiling middle-aged and elderly people, reminding him that it is late at night, taking away his blood and other things.

A puff of green smoke circulated around the house, and along with the wind, it went outside along the gap of the window, and together with the wind, it blew across the city and went straight to the next house.

One after another, they sneak into the dreams of some selected candidates and give him or her a place.

The cool night wind shuttles between the tall buildings in the city, and flies out of Kabukicho First Street to other streets.

In Liusheng's mansion, Mu Yang failed to find Jiubingwei who was disguised as a man.

At Hattori's mansion, seeing Hattori Zenzo's hopes of healing his hemorrhoids, he was so excited that the whole room jumped up and down. If it wasn't late at night, he might even play a passionate song as background music.

Sasaki Mansion, Sasaki Isaburo looked down at the bracelet on his wrist with a blank expression.

Seeing the group, Nobuo Imai's bedroom, Nobuo looked down at the bracelet on her wrist with a blank expression.

A corner of Edo, the residence of the Onmyouji family and the Mirino family.

The bedroom of the leader of the clan, Michiman Mirino.

In a traditional Japanese-style bedroom, there are very few decorations in the room, and there are few useless decorations. The overall style is composed of simple elements such as tatami, bamboo, stone, paper, and wood. Quietly located everywhere in the room, the room looks quite spacious, giving people a sense of visual comfort.

Perhaps because of the Onmyoji family, some of the simple furnishings in the room of Sari Ye Daoman are not objects, but Fusangshen who gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

'Should I say something worthy of the Onmyoji family? '

Qingyan wandered around the seemingly spacious but actually narrow room, carefully observed Fu Sangshen, and then floated to the bed of Sariye Michiman, staring at the sleepy Sarino Michiman and sighing.

"This stuff... is pretty miserable."

Mirino Michimitsu, the leader of the Mirino clan, has a good personality. When he was young, he made friends with Yuino Seimei of a rival family, but was ordered by his father to break off relations with him. Later, because of family reasons, he and Yuno Seimei fought against each other.

Of course, without winning...

No matter what the competition is, Seimei can easily defeat Daoman with an absolute advantage, and by the way, use various types of Millennium Kill to injure Daoman's fresh Daisy.

The culprit of the hemorrhoids in Michiman's chrysanthemum may be Seimei, who is the mastermind.

Later, due to the agreement between the two families, in order to improve the hostile relationship between the Onmyoji and Onmyoji clans, they successfully married the younger sister of the leader of the Yuye clan, Yuye Christel, as his wife.

But it didn't take long for Yukino Seimei to repent, tear up the agreement, and take away Yuino Christel. The relationship between the Yuno clan and the Mirino clan further deteriorated, and the two clans have entered a state of confrontation in everything.

"Seeing him sleeping alone, needless to say, Christe must have been taken away by Seimei."

Mu Yang flew around Daoman's head, "There are no curse marks on your face, haven't you touched Antianwan yet?"

Mu Yang continued to turn around, "By the way, he has such a ferocious expression, what did he dream about?"

The curious Mu Yang stopped wandering around, and got into the dream of Si Liye Daoman.

In a room that is no different from the outside world, the lights are bright.

Dressed in pure white flowers, he was the one he thought about day and night. Daoman panted heavily, his cheeks flushed with excitement, resisting him who had transformed into Brother Pig, and slowly stretched out his hand.

The smiling Christe held up the sanitary napkin, "Excuse me, which one am I today..."

The scene changes...

In the narrow toilet, Daoman held the newspaper in one hand, while the other hand reached for the toilet paper holder, but it was empty.

Looking down, the toilet paper holder was empty.

Daoman yelled out of the bathroom, "Hey, Christa, we're out of toilet paper!"

"Hi~~" The crisp voice responded.

One or two minutes later, there were footsteps outside the door.

After waiting for a while, Daoman opened the toilet door and looked left and right, but saw no one. He looked down and saw a pack of sanitary napkins at the door.

The scene changes...

Several similar scenes appeared before Mu Yang's eyes one after another, connected end to end, repeating constantly, Daoman was like an evil ghost sinking into hell, with a hideous face.

"Speaking of this kind of dream, how should I intervene?"

Looking at the small theaters one after another in front of him, Mu Yang didn't know what to do for a while.

After pondering for a few seconds, Mu Yang dispelled Daoman's nightmare and asked simply and directly.

"Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to defeat Yukino Seimei?"