Chapter 3547

When they found monak again, they were squatting on the roof of a taco shop in a dream. In view of the death waiter's lung cancer, he usually didn't smoke much. It seems that he is a little stressed today.

"Is it done?" Cousin saw the death knell coming back, rubbed his hands and stood up, acting very normal.

"Well, summon the demon God HOGGS to eat the cow. The year of the ox is the year of the tiger, so from this point of view, the big tiger also restrained the clown cow..."

Su Ming patted the waiter's head, but he got a sticky paste on his head, which made him a little speechless:

"Just don't think about it. I already know who's behind it. Let's go to the deepest part of the dream and dig him out."

On one side, monak touched his moustache and seemed to have secretly waxed. He held a cigarette in a very gentlemanly attitude and nodded in response to the death knell:

"I probably guessed that there are countless demons and gods who can use the dimension of dreams, even Manipur's twenty-eight nights in the outermost dimension, which represent various concepts in the night. They can make people dream, but they play nightmares..."

The death knell took his words and motioned monak to wash the dead waiter with a new magic, while he rubbed his hands on the ground and said:

"The majority of people who have nightmares are ancient people, but this dream is too normal for ancient people. There will be no taco shop in kesulu's dream. So far, I haven't seen deformed sarcomas or fish head monsters..."

"There it is! Brother, the monster you said appears!"

Before the words fell, the waiter screamed. Not far from the three people's feet, a fish head man with pus and polyps and a round body like a sarcoma was about to enter the store to buy tacos.

Hearing this sound, the monster of the suspected deformed diver raised his head and looked at them with empty eyes like a dead fish.

The death knell was silent for a while, then his big hand slipped several times until his cousin couldn't get up again and his intestines flowed all over the ground. Then he put away the owl dagger and said angrily:

"Didn't you tell me to stop thinking? Why did you create another monster for me? Do you want to drive me crazy?"

"Others, they didn't mean it." The dead waiter wriggled and hummed, raised a trembling hand, and painstakingly wrote a miserable word with his own blood behind his cousin's calf: "I really can't control my brain because I'm sick. If this reason is not enough, I can dye myself black, then go to the green religion, and then send a bunch of posts supporting lbgt on the Internet. In this way, it's just for you to forgive me."

Su Ming doesn't care about him because the goods are getting stronger and stronger. It's better to end the matter earlier and throw people back into the sewer.

"Hello, gentlemen on the roof. What can I do for you?" However, the fish head man standing on the ground spoke, and he pointed to the store door with his webbed fingers: "if nothing happens, I'll buy his pancakes and secret ketchup."

The death knell pulled up the dead waiter on the ground, helped him pull his belly, barely put it together, bowed his head and asked the fish man:

"Don't you want to attack us?"

The deformed diver with sarcomas shook his head. Some doubts appeared in his dead fish like eyes and replied:

"Why should I attack you? We don't know each other. Besides, now it's a society ruled by law... By the way, are you trapped on the roof? Do you need me to call 911 and call a fire engine for you?"

"... no, thank you. Have a nice meal." The lightsaber hidden behind the death knell retracted into the palm. It's not a big deal to have another monster in the dream. Let the fish man continue to live.

The fish man's big mouth as wide as his neck made an arc and nodded to the roof: "good luck, too. Bye."

With that, he went in as soon as he pulled the door. The small bell on the door also made a clear sound. You can hear the electrician inside welcoming you in English with an Indian accent. Next, there is a meaningless ordering process.

Mexican tacos are similar to Chinese tacos. You can choose any dish in them.

"Monak, use the mask to open the channel to the deepest part of the dream. We speed up the process and directly pull out the bad guys." It's better to end early if you have long dreams and act together with the dead waiter, which is often challenging your psychological bottom line.

Monak was also a little speechless for the pacifist diver, but since the death knell felt that it was not a problem, he immediately took out two rabbits to strangle them and cast spells while jumping the great God.

Crying and singing, he seems to be the most mentally abnormal one.

Strands of colorful fine sand flowed out of the filter of the sleeping devil's gas mask. They revolved around several people like ribbons, and gradually sank into the roof with several people, just like being integrated into reinforced concrete.

Some people think that these sands are the sands of time, which have the power to manipulate all the time in dreams; But some people think it is the debris of stars and the medium used to lead people to dreams; Others think it is the sleeping devil spitting in the mask. These fine powders are what the sputum looks like after it is dried.

The last one is said by Lucifer, but he is a devil who smiles every day. I really can't tell whether he is telling jokes or telling the truth.

In short, there are many similar statements, but no one knows what it is, because the first generation of sleeping devil died long ago, and the secret was brought into the eternal nothingness by him.

If it works.

The three people floated up. These luminous colorful powders grabbed pink clouds from the darkness, woven rainbows around several people, and turned into illusory pigeons and bluebirds, taking everyone to the deepest part of the dream.

In fact, this slow landing is just people's subjective feeling. Strictly speaking, the concepts of space and time in dreams are human's own understanding.

The falling process is very pleasant, that is, the happy time is always very short, just like a trance, or a distraction, the three came to a gorgeous palace and fell on the thick lawn.

It is night here. Every window of the palace is brightly lit. The sound of music comes from the palace with the smell of wine, but the overall atmosphere nearby is strange.

Monak straightened up, shook the dew on his boots, simply looked at the palace in front of him, and nodded to the death knell:

"We are in the end, or the bottom layer I can foresee. Anyway, it must not be in the dream of the dead waiter, because he certainly doesn't know this palace and can't think of it."

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