Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Why was it so different for Zengjun? An immortal who didn't need to sleep, but shed tears of sleepiness just because he had a nap. This was too unusual. However, when Zengjun thought of what His Majesty had said to him, it was not surprising. After all, he was still a mortal.

"I'm fine, let's go," Zengjun said with his eyes closed, trying to get a few more seconds of sleep.

After Zhao Yi stood up, he walked towards the door, and Zeng Jun simply followed behind him.

After breakfast, Zhao Yi also brought Zengjun to the training ground, and Zengjun stood on the side and watched.

Seeing Zhao Yi and the others waving guns, Zeng Jun looked at the dancing gun tips, which reminded him of Yue Tiankuo. He still remembered that he was forced to learn the gun in order to learn the sword. Although Yue Tiankuo ranked fifth among the five (no nonsense here, the competition is the competition, and the ranking of five is the ranking of five), the gun skills he learned there can be used here.

Zengjun looked at the guns parked nearby, walked over there, picked up one with his right hand, weighed it in his hand, and commented in his mind, "Well, not bad. Although it is an ordinary item, I should be able to use it without using mana and only using gun skills."

Zhao Yi watched Zeng Jun pick up the gun, and a simple smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This might be the rare happiness he could get here, so he practiced harder, as if every blow was aimed at the demon.

Zengjun looked at the simple gun and said, "Forget it, just use it. It should be enough to protect yourself from getting hurt and exposing yourself."

Zengjun picked up the gun and went to the open space near Zhao Yi alone.

Zengjun closed his eyes, felt the gun with both hands, and then placed the tip of the gun on the ground.

The person teaching shooting nodded with satisfaction when he saw Zengjun's behavior.

After a while, Zeng Jun was still in the same posture. The instructor came over and saw that Zeng Jun still had his eyes closed and was supporting himself with the gun.

The instructor came closer, not knowing if he also wanted to learn the movement that surprised him. He came closer and finally, he knew what happened. Zeng Jun, Zeng Jun, he fell asleep... The instructor shook his head and turned away. Fortunately, he had high quality, otherwise he would have lost the national quintessence.

The instructor shook his head so that Zhao Yi could see it. Zhao Yi seemed to know what had happened, but he continued to wave the gun. As for the result, Zeng Jun had made progress.

As for Zeng Jun, well, he was indeed taking a nap, but the Zeng Jun in the dream was inspiring the spear skills that he had learned, practiced, and engraved in his muscles. The Zeng Jun in the dream was turning the spear, chopping one piece of wood, one piece of stone, and one mountain after another. The practice was so hard. Fortunately, Zeng Jun does not snore and does not sleepwalk when he sleeps, otherwise it would be so embarrassing to sleep in such a serious occasion.

Zengjun was still practicing hard in his dream. After splitting one mountain after another, Zengjun set his sights on the heavens. Yes, at this time Zengjun wanted to try to split the sky. So Zengjun clenched the spear in his hand, gathered the spear power at the tip of the spear, and chopped towards the sky. Except for a breeze that blew his hair, nothing else changed.

Zengjun looked at the sky, and the sky was also looking at him, and told Zengjun by the way, "What are you looking at? I don't have your gun blade on me."

Zengjun inserted the spear into the ground and looked at his hands. They were already showing some wear and tear. It seemed that he had not practiced for a long time. Even the way he held the spear had scars. After a while, his hands recovered.

Zengjun picked up the spear with his right hand and pointed it at the sky, "Okay, continue."

Zeng Jun practiced this over and over again, concentrating the spear energy and splitting the sky, and it was very realistic that a short period of hard training could not change anything.

Suddenly, Zeng Jun heard a laugh from afar. He looked around and said, "This voice, Zheng Xian, can't be wrong."

That invisible voice was telling Zeng Jun, "Hahahaha, with your level, you want to vent your anger on me? Are you qualified?"

Zeng Jun also smiled and said, "Dripping water wears away a stone, it takes time to do so. As for you, wash your neck clean, I will come to get it later."

Suddenly, Zheng Xian's figure appeared in front of Zeng Jun, "Kill me? Are you qualified?"

The moment the transformation was completed, Zeng Jun's spear tip stabbed out and pierced Zheng Xian's body. Zheng Xian's transformed figure immediately disappeared, and only laughter and one sentence echoed, "Hahahaha, I've been waiting for this day to come. I hope you're not just talking~"

But in reality, Zeng Jun felt that he moved, as if stabbing. He opened his eyes and saw that the tip of the gun was still rebounding, making an extremely fast and sharp sound. Zeng Jun stabbed next to the wooden stake. If he had stabbed the wooden stake, he would at least have pierced it.

Zeng Jun turned his head to the right and saw the frightened Zhao Yi. Zeng Jun hurriedly explained awkwardly, "Uh, I said I had a nightmare again, do you believe me..."

Zhao Yi opened his hands and walked to the gun, with a surprised expression on his face. "Good boy, good boy, it's a good thing I didn't stab anyone, otherwise it would be so scary."

Zengjun quickly took back his gun, which had already been fired, and gently placed it on the ground, "Well, is it time for dinner? You called me."

Zhao Yi slowly came back to his senses, picking up the gun that Zeng Jun had just put down, and said, "Uh, ah, yes, I just wanted to invite you to dinner."

Zhao Yi picked up the gun and looked at it. It was just an ordinary gun, even exactly the same as the one he used. But Zhao Yi didn't believe that he was dazzled. After all, it was hard to believe that something he saw with his own eyes was fake.

Zhao Yi touched the gun and said, "After you stabbed it just now, the tip of the gun was shaking. How much strength and speed did you need to do that..."

Zhao Yi held up the spear with both hands, lowered his head and presented it to Zeng Jun, "Can you teach me? I really want to learn."

Zeng Jun picked up the spear with his right hand and said softly to Zhao Yi, "Well, can we eat first?"

"So you agree?" Zhao Yi asked excitedly.

"Well, let's eat first, let's eat first." Zeng Jun put down his spear and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Yi picked up the spear again and said, "Based on my experience, there is no food to eat now, so I might as well practice more skills."

Zengjun turned around and asked Zhao Yi, "Is it really okay if you don't eat?" Because Zengjun didn't know how many days it would take for a person to starve to death without eating, so he had to act sociable.

Zhao Yi looked at the spear in his hand, and couldn't suppress his happiness. "It doesn't matter, because I got something more important than food."

Zeng Jun walked to the gun place and picked up a long gun, then walked straight to Zhao Yi's side, "Then, let's start."

Under the setting sun, two men were wielding their guns. Although their movements were slow, their efforts, step by step, always made people feel solid. They stepped on the cold ground, wielded ruthless weapons, and felt the hot blood surging.

On the table inside the house, there were two bowls of cold porridge with some minced meat. When the sun went down, the two bowls of porridge were poured into a brand new泔水桶.