Leng Wuhen felt a sense of silence. As the saying goes, "No matter how high the skill is, he is afraid of the kitchen knife." Even if he can fight, he can't beat the gun. But he thought again, he was in a dream, so what's there to be afraid of.

The girl saw him and was about to rush towards the big men, hurriedly grabbed him tightly and shouted: "You don't want to live anymore, do they have guns?"

"It's a dream anyway, what are you afraid of?" Leng Wuhen smiled indifferently, with a sense of silence and gentleness. This trick was a pretentious skill commonly used by the masters who taught them back then.

"Dream?" The girl didn't seem to understand very much. Leng Wuhen didn't care. After all, this was in his dream. After all, these characters were just illusions in his dream, just a group of NPCs. Of course they wouldn't understand this level, just like the characters in the second dimension definitely could not understand the world of the third dimension. If it weren't for the rare dream of such a beautiful and emotional girl, Leng Wuhen would have been slammed to wake up himself. He was already tired enough and had to fight in the dream. Wouldn't that be even more tired?

"Yes, this is in my dream. You don't have to worry too much, I'm sure I won't have any trouble." Although he had a perfect explanation in his heart, he still explained to the girl very seriously.

The girl stared at him like a psychopath, and asked, "Are you nervous?"

The big man who stood up and stared at them couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't it? This is in my dream. You may not understand it, but you just need to rest assured." As soon as Leng Wuhen finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on his face, and it hurt in an instant, and tears were almost blown out. Leng Wuhen never dreamed that this seemingly weak girl would suddenly attack him, and her moves were quick and sharp, which was simply unpredictable.

He stared at the girl and asked resentfully: "What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly asked gently: "Do you feel in pain?"

Leng Wuhen said angrily: "Why would I slap you and see if you hurt?" He was really angry, and there was a feeling of being betrayed. This kind of slap and then give him a candy can't be moved at all.

The girl smiled and nodded, as if she had confirmed something. Leng Wuhen felt that her smile was a little problem, with a very serious sarcasm. The girl said, "I know the pain, you still say you are dreaming. Are you sleepwalking?"

Leng Wuhen was stunned for a moment. The slap just now was really a scorching pain. The pain was very real and clear. He immediately realized that if it was really a dream, he would be awakened even if he fell into the subconscious mind, but now he is still here very real.

Could it be—Is it really time traveling?

Although the conjecture of "time travel" has been in Leng Wuhen's mind from the beginning, he subconsciously still felt that it was just a dream. The so-called time travel is just a nonsense. But now, the idea of ​​this nonsense seems to have taken up a lot.

However, he still shouted loudly in his heart: "This horse-trapping is too nonsense!"

He was a little amused and cried, and it was difficult to describe his thoughts at this moment. If it was really time travel, then why did he travel through time travel? Could it be that he was dead? Thinking of death, Leng Wuhen's heart suddenly had many thoughts flashed. It was not until he looked at the girl again that his thoughts returned to reality...

"No." Leng Wuhen rubbed his temples. Now he was completely confused and he couldn't figure out whether this place was a reality, a dream, or any other space.

"Run quickly." The girl's anxious voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and it was a delicate voice with breathing. Leng Wuhen's thoughts were almost deflected. However, before he could even think about it, the girl pulled her to run away. Only then did he realize that the girl's hand was quite strong.

And it was only then that he noticed that there were a few more men with pain on the ground. He looked at the delicate girl who was pulling him to escape, and thought to himself: Did I knock them down unknowingly?

The two of them had just run a few steps when they heard a noise behind them. Someone shouted angrily: "Fan Chuan, a group of feasts, can't even catch a little girl, hurry up and chase me."

The girl pulled Leng Wuhen and ran quickly. After turning a few remote and dark alleys, she completely threw the big men away. Leng Wuhen could be said to be unfamiliar with the place. Although he still felt that this should be his dream, he just followed the girl left and right at the moment, and finally stopped in front of a triangular cone-shaped building that looked very eye-catching. The moment the girl let go of her hand, Leng Wuhen subconsciously wanted to pull her back into his arms, but he immediately suppressed this impulse.

This hand is so soft!

Leng Wuhen turned his attention to the building in front of him. The appearance of the building looks very technological, especially the structures that cannot be seen in any material, which makes people wonder if this is a new technology in the future. However, the two doors are incompatible with this building, and they have a very sacred and solemn appearance in ancient China.

The girl looked over for a while before covering her chest and said, "It's okay, they didn't chase after her. Thank you so much."

"Uh...no need..." Leng Wuhen scratched his head, feeling a sense of inexplicable heat on his face. He also understood what was going on. Yes, he just blushed. If he was going to fight, he had never been afraid of anyone, but once he communicated with a strange girl face to face, the problem of blushing will be revealed. To put it blushing is shy.

However, before he could say the word "Thank you", he heard a loud bell ringing inside the building. He looked at the situation inside in surprise and was about to ask what was going on, but the girl took his hand and pulled him in without saying a word.

When Leng Wuhen walked into the gate, he realized that it was a cathedral. After entering the gate, there were a series of ladders to go downstairs. There were about dozens of rows of benches underneath, and eight rows of them were eight. At this moment, there were almost hundreds of people sitting inside. Although there were many people, there were no sounds. Everyone lowered their heads, as if they were praying devoutly. All those walking were lightly and cautious, for fear of making noises that could disturb others.

At the front of the church, it was not the cross that Christianity should have, but a mighty statue of a figure like a general. He was fixed there, his eyes were like a torch, and he looked like a sacred and inviolable expression. Leng Wuhen felt that ordinary monsters and snakes in this place must not dare to approach. The statue was leaning on the hilt of a huge sword with both hands. The sword was placed in the scabbard, and it was not sharp. Leng Wuhen felt like a small ant in front of the weapon.

For some reason, when he saw this statue, Leng Wuhen suddenly felt a very inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the statue himself somewhere. He thought about it carefully, but couldn't remember anything, or he had never seen such a person in his memory.

The sword's guards were also different on both sides. One side was a golden dragon pattern. The dragon seemed to extend from the hilt of the sword and wanted to fly outward, but after reaching a certain distance, it became a ninety-degree vertical. The dragon head was down and its mouth was wide open, as if it was roaring angryly. On the other side was a black dragon. The dragon head looked extremely majestic, like a black dragon in the demon world. Two dragons walked against each other, shocking both sides, like the two loyal guards of the giant general.
Chapter completed!