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She looked around blankly. The feeling she had just received on her left cheek was as if she had been punched hard by someone.

But soon, she realized that she had broken through a shell and came to an unknown dream.

After all, no one can hit her, and no one can hurt her.

He stood up and floated on the grass, stretched out his little hand and touched his slightly red left cheek. Did he just land on his face?

Looking up at the sky, you will see the colorful, flowing, psychedelic colors that are unique to the dream world. But even if you look at it for a long time, you won’t feel dizzy because that is the sky.

There were magical tall trees all around. Bai Ze gently stretched out his hand and poked the tree, and a hole was poked in it like a crisp candy wrapper, and bright red liquid flowed out of it.

Looking at the red liquid on his fingertips that seemed like a living thing, trembling on his hand and trying to drill into the skin, Bai Ze put his fingers into his mouth, gently rolled them with his tongue, and tasted it.

"Pa pa pa, you're a bit unlucky. Looks like I can't let you go out and move around."

Frowning, Bai Ze tasted a scent of spiritual pollution from the liquid, and he didn't know whose dream this was.

Sighing, Bai Ze actually really wanted to let Little Lajiao out, at least there would be someone around to talk to.

"Yu~~!"

He pricked up his ears and heard the neighing of horses coming from not far away in Bai Ze.

Bai Ze heard the cry, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

Since she was free anyway, she wanted to see what it was.

He walked through several paths, pushing aside the dense grass mixed with thorns, and ignoring the thorns that kept wrapping around his body and trying to pierce his skin.

Bai Ze looked at the zombie standing in the open space not far in front of him, wearing a leather jacket, holding a big horse in his hand, riding a handsome black horse...?

In front of him, a group of fishmen wearing suits and ties were neatly lined up.

Looking at everyone's neatly matched mustaches, Bai Ze suddenly realized that she seemed to know whose dream this was.

That's right, without the ICV and a few super big brain holes, it is not worthy of occupying a piece of land outside the world.

Of course, it is hard to say whether Kennedy is outside. Although he also has a big imagination, Bai Ze has never encountered it.

As the leading flag zombie blew the whistle, everyone rushed towards the southwest in unison, and Bai Ze also jumped from the ground to the tree, covering his tracks through the leaves.

Where were they going? To have a huddle with Dave?

Push aside the leaves and let these ant-like insects disguised as leaves roll themselves into a ball and bite themselves.

Bai Ze remained unmoved and fixed his sights on a zombie holding a newspaper among the fish.

He was wearing a woolen sweater commonly worn by French people, and was holding a stack of newspapers and reading them while walking. Wasn't he afraid of getting myopia?

Bai Ze was crawling around on the tree, and when he crawled to the top of Erye's head, he could see the contents of the newspaper clearly.

Wow! That's exciting! You actually enjoy watching this kind of stuff. You're quite interested, you old fool.

In this way, the troops set off all the way, and Bai Ze followed all the way above Erye's head, quietly reading the newspaper and moving with the troops.

However, the dense woods along the way became bare after the fish left, without even a leaf left, and the ant colony on Bai Ze's body became more and more tangled and rolled higher and higher.

As time went by, Bai Ze, who was obsessed with reading the newspaper, finally stepped on a thin dry branch.

Click!

“Oh!”

Bai Ze spread his hands dramatically, and the ball fell from the tree branch like a rolling stone. It just so happened that these fishmen were going downhill.

Then things got out of control.

Because this rolling stone is made up of ants, it is alive and hollow, so all the fishmen that were stuck to it were sucked inside, and the rolling stone kept getting bigger and bigger.

Even the flag-holding zombie riding a horse in front was not spared.

Fortunately, the insects inside the biological rolling stone seemed to be dizzy from the spinning. After rolling a distance, the insect swarm crashed into the stone with a bang, and instantly exploded, with dead leaves everywhere.

Bai Ze rubbed his forehead and stood up from the dead leaves, still holding the half newspaper in his hand.

At this moment, the second master, who had suffered the first disaster, also sat up, holding the other corner of the newspaper in his hand.

The two of them each held half of the newspaper and looked at each other.

Bai Ze looked at the calm eyes of the Second Master and seemed a little embarrassed, but she had no intention of running away. She was not targeting anyone. After all, everyone present was a playboy and none of them could fight.

Erye, who was confronting Bai Ze, looked at him for a while, then sighed humanely, walked to Bai Ze, and pulled out a new roll of newspaper from his sweater.

He took the half-torn newspaper from Bai Ze's hand and stuffed the new newspaper into her hand.

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, looked at the newspaper, and then looked at Erye. When Erye saw Bai Ze's expression, he made a gesture of invitation and deliberately walked away.

I lowered my head and opened the newspaper. The first article was about financial news, the second was about the international situation, and the third was about the real estate economy.

Bai Ze flipped through the pages quickly, but there was nothing good in the whole article. It was just an ordinary newspaper.

I looked up in confusion and saw Erye wiping his mouth with the last piece of torn newspaper, and then he ate it gracefully.

Bai Ze finally understood!

This second master is indeed a cultural figure. How come he is so cunning? He first used a serious newspaper to divert her attention, and then quickly destroyed the evidence.

With a dark face, just as Bai Ze stretched out her hand, intending to hit Erye's stomach hard to make the newspaper restore itself, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble.

No, it wasn't the ground beneath her feet, but the entire ground around her was shaking.

As the flag-raising zombie blew its whistle, the fishmen quickly organized themselves into formation and immediately prepared to fight back.

As the rumbling sound got closer, Bai Ze finally saw the culprit that caused the noise.

A group of people who seem to have studied at 40K, wearing canned food, sheep?

"Wow! That's an exaggeration."

Is this, Aliens vs. Aliens?

Looking at the canned lamb on the opposite side, they have started to charge, as if they are ready to turn this side into canned fish.

Bai Ze stepped lightly, jumped back three to five hundred meters, and directly exited the central battlefield.

As the distance between the two sides gradually shortened, those canned lambs raised their hands, and streams of hot oil shot out from the bullet chambers, turning those fishmen who were unfortunately hit by the bullets into fried fish fillets?

(Up to now, most of the plot is actually original, I just borrowed the name because I really don’t understand the plot)

(Including this entire volume, the dream world and the subsequent stories are all my own imagination, I think of them now, but there will be certain connections so that you will not be confused.)

(To sum up, it looks good.)

Chapter 228 I wish you a happy Dragon Boat Festival and Children’s Day!

All I can say is that dreams don't require logic.

Watching the melee happening below, Bai Ze chose a good viewing spot, a natural platform formed by the intersection of three huge trees.

Reaching out and creating a serving of French fries from thin air, Bai Ze grabbed one and ate it while looking at the dipped beans underneath.

"Hmm, I always feel like something is missing..."

Bai Ze shifted his gaze away from the fight between the flag-raising zombie and the canned lamb, and gradually moved his gaze to the fragrant, crispy, and steaming freshly-baked fish fillet next to him.

Bai Ze touched his face, used his psychic power to pick up the fish fillet from the ground, and held it in front of him.

But looking at the fried fish fillet in front of him that was taller than him, Bai Ze remained unmoved. The little hand that had just touched his face quietly climbed up to his smooth chin.

"Well, I always feel like something is missing."

Suddenly, Bai Ze's eyes lit up. When the fish fillet floated in front of Bai Ze again, it was covered with a thin layer of ketchup.

Under the control of psychic power, the huge fried fish fillet floated to Bai Ze's mouth, and Bai Ze leaned his little face over and fiercely tore off a piece of snow-white and tender fish meat.

"Well, that's right."

Watching the second master being tragically hacked to death by the sheep below, with yellow pulp bursting all over the ground, Bai Ze hurriedly controlled his spiritual power, grabbed the other fried fish fillet lying on the ground, and dipped it in the hot water.

"Oh! It's mustard."

Again, in dreams, there is no need for logic.

After the sheep army died, they turned into red jelly and ketchup on iron sheets, while the fishmen turned into fried fish fillets in hot oil, and the casualties in melee combat turned into sashimi.

He even squeezed lemon and mustard into each serving.

The scene directly switched from a war film to a food film set. Anyway, Bai Ze was enjoying the buffet.

Bai Ze casually scooped up the jelly that was yelling at her from the spoon and put it into her mouth in one gulp, ending the buffet feast as an after-meal dessert.

At the same time, on the battlefield below, they were fighting so hard that only half of the people could stand up.

It is hard to imagine that the final winner is the flag-waving zombie. It may be because on this battlefield, both sides are mass-produced soldiers, and there is only this one hero unit on horseback.

As for Erye? He performed no differently than any other murloc in battle, at most a bit more durable. It's unclear if it was Bai Ze who destroyed his newspaper.

"Crack, click, click!"

Just as Bai Ze was floating in the sky, preparing to follow and spy on the lone flag-waving zombie, she heard the sound of something breaking gradually approaching her ears.

Looking up, there are irregular black cracks across the colorful sky, like round thin ice cubes broken in winter, surrounded by dense small black dots.

"Dream, is it time to wake up after all?"

Looking at the black flow of time and space gradually collapsing above, Bai Ze knew that it was time for him to leave.

After all, this is someone else's dream. If the owner of the dream wakes up, this world will lose its support and will quickly collapse on its own, and nothing will be left.

In this horrific reality of destruction, even the God of Creation...

It's useless.

The God of Creation can stabilize this place and rebuild it into a real world with just a wave of his hand.

The collapse of a mere dream is not as powerful as strolling outside the world wall for two minutes.

"Now that we've had enough to eat and drink, it's time to continue our journey."

Although he didn't know what he was doing or where he was going, since he had nothing to do anyway, Bai Ze, who had a free meal, was in a pretty good mood.

With a light tap of the toes, Bai Ze's petite body spiraled upward in a manner that violated all the laws of physics, and was sucked into the outer space upside down.

There's no way. It's not that Bai Ze doesn't want to look cooler, but the problem is that the closer he gets to the outer wall, the more chaotic the space becomes.

You are normal in the previous second, and become normal in the next second, and your lower state suddenly becomes normal again, so from Bai Ze's perspective, she herself is normal.

But from someone else's perspective, from a distance...

Chapter 229, The Monkey King is born?

Floating again in the turbulent flow of time and space where there was nothing, Bai Ze yawned with some nostalgia.

She was somewhat accustomed to it, especially the serious light pollution here, which was a heavy burden on her mind and eyes. Moreover, she also had a bit of the laziness that emanated from the dream world.

This miracle of calming the mind and promoting sweet dreams had a temporary effect on Bai Ze, who wanted to close his eyes and rest for the first time in a long time.

"I Can't Sleep..." (I) Cage Flags Abandon Temple Property

Opening his eyes in vain again, Bai Ze looked pitifully at the classic red and white wool bed floating behind him.

The code of this bed is still too low. In this environment where there is no time at all, it will just explode and give anyone who wants to sleep on it an absolute sense of wakefulness.

It also comes with billions of pains for free.

Bai Ze didn't even dare to get too close to the bed, because it would explode if she got any closer.

If you look at it for a second, you will explode!

"Forget it, let's just watch some cartoons."

Tony Stark: Hi! We're going to an awesome patient event together, guess who's not invited?

Waving his hand to call out the chat group, Bai Ze skimmed over the inexplicable American bullying, clicked on the Tom and Jerry that he never got tired of watching, and started watching it attentively.

The Tom cat on the screen looks so soft, I want to raise one...

Jerry is a small one, seems to be very easy to pet, I want to raise him...

Forget about this stupid dog, I already have two at home.

Bai Ze, who was absorbed in watching the drama, subconsciously raised his head and caught a glimpse of a silver-white meteor flying freely in the turbulence of time and space.

"what?"

Blinking, Bai Ze confirmed that he was not mistaken. The thing with the long tail flame was indeed moving.

Who is this? How careless! Didn’t he know he should unplug the internet cable before visiting?