Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 7

Old Jack said in surprise, "Xiaomeng, you..."

He glanced at Tang Hao and said coldly: "Don't be afraid. As long as grandpa is here, Tang Hao doesn't dare to force you. Since the quota is given to you, it belongs to you. Grandpa will never give it to you like some people." If you say anything, think of it as farts."

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Shenmeng's forehead, for fear that Old Jack would say even worse words and completely irritate Tang Hao.

He said firmly: "No one forced me, it was me who didn't want to go to school. Grandpa, you know, I come from Notting City, and there are my enemies there. Even if the quota was given to me, I wouldn't dare to go to school."

"is it?"

Old Jack asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say that your enemy is a noble from the imperial capital? Why are you in Notting City?"

Wang Shenmeng said sadly: "The people who forced my parents to death were the nobles of the imperial capital. But the people who robbed my family's property and drove me out of the house and became a beggar are in Notting City. The nobles of the imperial capital don't care about me, an ant, but there is no danger. . But the people in Notting City are different. If I go back to school, will I be assassinated by them? I didn't think of this before, but I suddenly realized it now."

"It turns out that's the case, but it makes sense."

Old Jack sighed, and said helplessly: "Since this is the case, then Grandpa can't force it, alas!"

He turned to look at Tang Hao and said angrily: "Tang Hao, you're lucky. Since Xiao Meng can't go to school, let Xiao San go! I hope you won't do it again this time."

Tang Hao sneered, glanced at Wang Shenmeng lightly, and sneered: "You are quite smart. No wonder you can live so long after your family was ruined at such a young age."

Wang Shenmeng forced a smile, but didn't know how to answer the words, so she remained silent.

Tang Hao said calmly: "That's it. After three months, Old Jack, you send the mistress to school." After that, he turned and left.

call!

Wang Shenmeng breathed a sigh of relief, his body almost collapsed, and he leaned on the back of the chair. He felt the coolness on his back. After a few words, he broke out in a cold sweat.

On the contrary, Old Jack and others didn't know that they had walked in front of the gate of hell, and after verbally criticizing Tang Hao, the resentment in their hearts dissipated a little.

Wang Shenmeng walked in front of the gate of hell, secretly resenting, this Tang Hao and his son are really nothing, he has tried his best to be kind to others, and he has not offended anyone at all, and was bullied by them in various ways, even almost killed him .

If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being.

He had lost his appetite, but for the sake of his health, he still managed to eat two bowls of rice. With Old Jack's comfort and worry, he said goodbye and returned to his home.

Lie on the bed and recharge your batteries until early morning, when everyone is sleeping most deeply, the village fell into complete silence.

Wang Shenmeng's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sleeping soundly, but his mind had already sunk into his martial spirit.

"Dream!"

He quietly activated his supernatural powers, and suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a dream. His consciousness turned into a colorful butterfly, flying across the roof, and the two antennae on the top of his head trembled. Suddenly, a few dots of white light clusters appeared in his mind.

"Is this the dream of the villagers?"

With a thought in his mind, Wang Shenmeng flew to one of the light groups. Through a wall of earth, he could clearly see a middle-aged man sleeping soundly on the bed, with a strange smile on his lips.

"This is Li Erniu, an old bachelor who is nearly forty years old. Let's try this magical power of dreaming."

In Wang Shenmeng's dream, the entire butterfly turned into a colorful light cluster, which silently flew out of the white light cluster representing Li Erniu's dream after a while.

"It's really bad luck, this old bachelor, is he crazy about women? But the Widow Chen in this guy's dream has a good figure."

Wang Shenmeng secretly commented in his heart, but he has gained more understanding of the magical power of entering the dream, so he immediately flew in one direction without delay, and arrived outside Tang San's house in the blink of an eye.

Before he even got close, Wang Shenmeng's tentacles detected a round of purple light that was like an oven, emitting a blazing temperature, as if it was going to burn him into ashes.

"This is Tang Hao's spiritual world? It's really scary!"

Wang Shenmeng didn't dare to approach at all, so he patrolled around from a distance, and saw that the purple light ball was only swallowing light, but didn't take the initiative to attack, so he knew that Tang Hao couldn't detect his own existence.

"It would be great if I could enter Tang Hao's dream, but unfortunately this is not something I can do now."

Although he didn't dare to get close to the purple light group, but fortunately Wang Shenmeng's target was not Tang Hao, he cast his eyes on the small red light group next to him, compared with Tang Hao's purple light group, it was like a firefly and a bright moon, But compared to the white light cluster of ordinary people, it is already much stronger.

This was exactly Tang San's dream.

"The red light group is a bit dim. It should be due to overwork and mental exhaustion during the day. It is just convenient for me to do things."

He didn't dare to take it lightly. Tang San had awakened the existence of martial soul, and his mental power was much stronger than ordinary people, not to mention he had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye. He couldn't underestimate it.

Wang Shenmeng approached cautiously. Tang Hao's purple oven next to him kept releasing heat, making him very uncomfortable. When he got close to Tang San's dream, two tentacles were like sharp blades, piercing into it, and then the whole butterfly turned into a butterfly. The light group then invaded.

As soon as he entered Tang San's dream, Tang Hao's mental dream could no longer affect him. He suddenly felt relaxed. Looking around, he saw a haze, with red and black mist everywhere, exuding a negative aura.

"Is this a nightmare?"

Regardless of whether it is a dream or a nightmare, it has no effect on Wang Shenmeng. With a flap of his wings, a colorful storm blows away the fog, and a steep mountain appears in front of him. Surrounded by seventeen old men.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The young man laughed wildly, stepped back abruptly, and fell off the cliff from the top of the mountain.

Then the dream world shook violently and burst like soap bubbles.

Wang Shenmeng was pushed out involuntarily, and when he looked again, the red ball of light had disappeared, and Tang San sat up suddenly in the room, his face was pale, his body was dripping with sweat, and he was panting heavily.

"Damn it, it's another nightmare!"

He murmured, his face was cloudy, and he sat on the bed in a daze.

The purple oven was fiercely roasting, and the dream of Wang Shen no longer lingered. In an instant, his consciousness returned, feeling slightly exhausted mentally, and less than half of the soul power in his body was consumed.

"It's a pity, I got there late, if I start from the beginning, I might be able to see the contents of the Xuantian Treasure Record."

Wang Shenmeng murmured, but was not disappointed, "It seems that Tang San often has nightmares like this, and there may be something ghostly in his heart, forming a shadow."

"But this is good news for me. If I go tomorrow, if it doesn't work, I'll go the day after tomorrow. I don't believe I won't get Xuantian Baolu."