Because the house lived in the former untouchables, now the sacred, see the great master of God Garura.

Crunch ~

As Harry walked to the shore, the wooden door of the house slowly opened.

A thin old man with a high nose bridge, deep eye socket, dark skin, wearing canvas clothes and carrying a three-pronged stick walked out the door slowly. He looked at Harry calmly and said softly:

"You shouldn't have come, kid."

Garula's voice was calm and melodious, like a monk chanting scriptures. Its voice was not high, but it was extremely penetrating. The sound of the "wow" water flowing in the Ganges was covered up.

"Garulo, you should know why I came."

Harry looked at Garulo with a complicated expression and couldn't help but tense up.

He, or many people know about it.

This gentle old man is the most terrifying killer in the world, and countless people die at his hands.

"You have heard my lectures before, and I can feel your indignation, but things are not as simple as you imagined."

Garulo shook his head slightly: "It is easy to move mountains, but it is difficult to move hearts. Only time and education can erase prejudice in people's hearts. Violence has no meaning."

"My thousand times hard work is not as good as the Kshatriya, but I can tolerate mediocrity, but I can't tolerate humility..."

Harry stared at Garulo, his eyes slightly red:

"I learned a saying in Daxuan, are there any kings, princes, generals and ministers?!"

"You only know if the kings, princes, generals and ministers are still alive, but you don't know how many people died because of this sentence."

Garulo shook his head slightly:

"We don't have ancestors like Daxuan people..."

"There is no ancestor like that..."

Harry looked solemn, and as he clasped his fingers one by one, he said word by word: "Then, I will be such an ancestor!"

"oh?"

Garulo raised his eyelids, not being excited by his bold words, and his voice still felt weak:

"You may not have woken up yet, and you have lost your consciousness in your dream..."

"Hahahaha!"

Harry chuckled, laughing loudly, as if tears were flowing out: "Garulo, you are old, you don't know what kind of changes have happened in the world!"

Bang!

As the laughter echoed, Harry stepped heavily under his feet, and the ground within ten meters of his body sank, and he himself shot out like an arrow from the string.

His arms spread out, like a big roc spreading his wings, sweeping dozens of meters. His true energy surged and punched him: "The times have changed!"

boom!

It seemed like a sunny day was a thunderbolt.

The hovering drone almost fell from the sky with a tremor, and the camera rolled, causing the people who were watching the live broadcast to curse.

Wait until the lens stabilizes again.

The crowd looked again and saw a thin palm slowly falling down, pressing Harry's high head heavily on the map.

Bang!

The soil splashed, dust spread everywhere, and the old houses were 'rustling'.

Harry felt his eyes dark and then he struggled angrily, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from the thin palm on his head.

Garulo sighed lightly, let go of his hand and turned away.

Harry's eyes were so bitter: "You, you are also a dreamer?"

"Your Big Peng King Fist..."

Garulo paused slightly, and then walked into the dusty house: "I taught..."

"you......"

Harry fell into the dust as if he was struck by thunder.

......

Even warriors like Garula are dreamers?

Qinglong closed the computer and his face was calm:

"The number of dreamers is increasing at an extremely fast speed and can no longer be controlled..."

A week has passed since that day of change, but a week has not been able to smooth out the huge vibration. Moreover, because of the continuous appearance of dreamers, chaos in the world has faintly appeared.

"With a sharp weapon and murderous intention arises, and mastering power, it is like holding the sharpest sword in the world. I really don't know what the future will be like."

The white tiger sighed lightly.

Xuanxing has never had a real peace, and there are still many contradictions among countries around the world, including caste system, racial discrimination, class contradictions, and gap between the rich and the poor...

Various contradictions are hidden under the cloak of peace and are not noticed at all at ordinary times, but it does not mean that they really do not exist.

Like Harry, there are many people in the world. The appearance of dreamers will eventually bring hidden dangers.

For the time being, countries around the world still have the most powerful force, enough to suppress it. But one day, will someone master the power that is as uncontrollable as the "Sword of Royal Power"?

There are dreamers inside and there are unknown monsters on Mars outside. They are worried about external troubles for a while, which makes people overwhelmed.

"Yesterday, another group of dreamers appeared. You can arrange for someone to take over. Remember to be gentle and not overly aggressive..."

Qinglong kneaded his temples and was exhausted. He had not had a rest for a long time. If it weren't for his strong physical strength, he would have died suddenly.

"Someone has been arranged to do it."

Baihu replied.

"Already done it?"

Qinglong raised his head, and was a little surprised at first, then a hint of surprise flashed: "Can you be..."

"good."

The white tiger rubbed his palms, feeling a little expectant and excited: "I also became a dreamer in the early morning of yesterday... For the first time, I really entered the 'Dream of Royal Power' instead of watching it through Academician Lu's brain waves..."

"...even you?"

Qinglong stood up and walked around in a little bored manner, unable to describe his mood for a moment.

The emergence of dreamers one after another is overwhelming. The biggest reason is of course that there are also dreamers in the Special Affairs Bureau.

“By the way.”

The white tiger seemed to remember something, and after hesitating for a moment, he still spoke: "Prisoned bulls, Yazi, and Blue Birds... They have all become dreamers. They are not good enough to tell you..."

"What?"

The voice of the Qinglong suddenly rose, and he could no longer calm down.

There are seven real senior executives of the Special Affairs Bureau, namely Prisoner, Qinghu, Yazi, Blue Bird, Danhuang, White Tiger, and Qinglong.

Wang Zhixuan is code-named Danhuang, and Jiang Shili is code-named Qinghu. The two have long become dreamers. At this time, the prisoner bull, Baihu and others are brought.

Co-authored by the only "natural person" of the Special Affairs Bureau at this time.

It's actually myself?!
Chapter completed!