When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick his hair. It was a nocturnal animal and was originally more energetic after dark.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw it lying under the moonlight, his eyes like lanterns.

...

This time, he directly fell into a dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Guluo Tree again.

Obviously Panlong Mengjing knows his needs very well.

Fortunately, the net bag was stuck on the tree branch. In the eyes of people in Panlong City, this bag was just a big stone, and even the naughty boy couldn't be interested in it.

He Lingchuan took off the net bag, but found that Mengyan's head was half deflated again, and was shouting for help at him.

He asked Gu Luoshu: "Did you steal it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roots on the monster's head fell off.

He Lingchuan was ridiculous and terrified. Is it a bit too late to eliminate the evidence now?

After all, this Guluo tree is still young, and I can't help but feel guilty when I steal it.

He Lingchuan turned into a corner of no one, then raised Nightmare Head and asked: "Answer the question well, otherwise I will bury you under a tree as fertilizer."

Life is in the hands of a man, what else can it say: "You ask."

"Who sent you? Name."

"I said I don't know..." It was still full of resentment.

He Lingchuan held it and walked out: "Forget it, be a fat tree."

"Stop, stop, I say!" Nightmare's head shouted, "That cursive master is Cheng Yu. He has been worshipping us for many years, and when he encounters a piercing idea, he will ask us to take action."

"You are so particular, you will respond to your request?"

"That's not the case, but the opponent Cheng Yu can't handle is usually very strong and delicious."

"What is the origin of this surname Cheng?"

"We really don't know about this." He Lingchuan moved his hand and screamed, "I'm serious. We don't pay much attention to reality."

"Where are the Fan brothers?"

"What brother?" The strange head looked puzzled, "Who?"

He Lingchuan grabbed it and acted to throw it at the Gu Luoshu. The strange head shouted: "I swear, I don't recognize any Fan brothers! I haven't heard of it."

Forget it, He Lingchuan just asked casually.

He was also very interested in the nightmare where Dafanghu took action himself: "Why are we? How many faces do you have?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is a nightmare with a hundred faces, but in fact it is more than one hundred faces." said the strange head, "Every time aware of consciousness is awakened, a face will be born."

"So how did the original 'Hundred Faces' come from?"

"When I was in the world, I was called Bai Qiong, an immortal. Many years ago - how long it took, I can't remember - I was seriously injured and dying. Because I was unwilling to die between heaven and earth, I tried my best to escape into my dreams and settled here from now on."

"Why are you seriously injured?"

"I don't remember it either." said the monster head. "While we nightmare devour humans or monsters' essence, we will also receive their memories. These messy memories will slowly cover our original ones. Over time, we can't even remember where we come from. The same is true for the deity. It only remembers its original name, and has forgotten everything else."

Congratulations to @Xiaoyuer for blowing bubbles and raising children's shoes. She is a caring little cotton jacket!

I wish the mother and son good health and good food and sleep well.
Chapter completed!