Chapter 3548

"Who said I didn't know?" The dead waiter has healed himself in the process of falling. It seems that he is in good shape today. He forked his waist and rolled his bones from the lawn: "this is, that is, where!"

While talking, he also winked at nobody, as if he wanted the audience in the live studio to give a hint.

But it was obviously brain cancer that made him forget this. In his dream, he couldn't get off-site assistance.

The palace building is magnificent, with a trace of warmth in its solemnity.

The main hall runs from east to west. Both ends are connected with the south palace and the North Palace to form a symmetrical geometric pattern. From a high altitude, the whole building looks like the word "fan" in a Chinese character, and the point in the middle is a very magnificent and beautiful fountain.

The palace is surrounded by carefully managed gardens, as well as buildings and decorations in line with the identity of residents, such as horse race track, pool, river and rockery, flower bed, pavilions and pavilions.

Whether the sculptures outside or the furniture style you can see through the window are all Roman classical pompous and luxurious. Coupled with the women walking through the palace, it is easy to judge the location and time point here.

They are dressed in huge skirts, and their heads are covered with complex and fluffy wigs. The wigs are decorated with ribbons, feathers, flowers, and even fruits and vegetables. When talking, they also cover their mouths with lace fans, as was the case in France in the era of Rococo.

"This is Versailles, Wade. Follow me and don't run around."

Su Ming patted him on the shoulder, ready to take everyone to the ball and went straight to the famous mirror hall.

"I just wanted to say Versailles, but you took it away when it came to my mouth, but there was no way. Who called you my dearest cousin?"

The dead waiter nodded repeatedly to find himself a step down, and then began to look around and follow the death knell:

"The things here look very valuable. If the little spider comes here, he will be greedy to death. And these women, the neckline of the dress is too low and bulgy? I'm a little afraid of heights and dizzy, hehe."

His cousin's attention was soon attracted by the women in the palace. He had no resistance to wealth.

But the dance continued, and no one even said anything to the three people who turned in the window, as if they couldn't see them at all.

Wade reached out and tried to steal a bottle of wine, but his palm went straight through the bottle as if it were just an illusion.

Whether it's wine or food, valuable oil paintings or porcelain bottles, ladies in fancy clothes or pretending officers, the claws of dead servants can't be reached. The two sides seem to be at different spatial levels. They can only see but can't touch.

"Damn it, you can only see but can't interact deeply. Neil geiman is responsible for it." The dead waiter knelt down painfully with his legs soft and hit the ground with his fist: "if it weren't for the stream of consciousness in his sleeping devil, maybe I could meet a realistic dream structure, how cool it is."

"Stop talking nonsense. Here, look over there." Su Ming kicked him and motioned him to get up and have a look at the throne placed at one end of the mirror palace. There was a man sitting on it. He was smiling at the three of them.

The guests on the dance floor are still dancing with the music. Everyone has a hypocritical smile on his face. The Queen's salon is a place for communication, and politics has never been a game that can be played by heart to heart.

The knell looked at the man on the throne across the air and pulled up the dead waiter beside him:

"Continue with the previous topic. Since it is not one of the ancient people who uses dreams to kill you, and continues to use fear to affect people's hearts, the answer is naturally 'fear Lord'. Among fear lords, there is only one person who is good at using nightmares rather than directly displaying power."

Fear lords are often regarded as a kind of hell lords, but they do not participate in the soul cycle, but parasitize on the operation of the world and constantly grab the energy within their jurisdiction, that is, as the name suggests, "fear".

They often have their own planes or dimensions, but most of them are very small, have no army, and are very low-key on weekdays.

The man sitting on the throne was dressed in green and suddenly looked a little like rocky, but he was not. His skin was as white as paper, his hair was as messy as a chicken nest, and unlike Rocky's seemingly harmless appearance, he smiled with malice.

"Welcome, welcome from afar, two Mr. Wilson and master monak."

The man on the throne stood up and opened his arms. He smiled and talked like a warm host ready to welcome guests, but his feet remained motionless:

"Welcome to my field. This is a distorted fantasy and a lost glory. It is also a country shaped by people's inner fear! When I first met, I was a 'nightmare', and you can also call me the Lord of nightmares."

"Well, he sounds pretty hung up." The death waiter took a breath from his teeth, then whispered to the death knell and said, "cousin, do you think I also need to make up a self introduction with B space? For example, people love each other, flowers see flowers bloom, 15 tacos can be eaten in a meal, but 20 can be pulled out when shit, and the gods and Demons shake their heads when they see me?"

"Yes, just don't say this when I'm present. I can't afford to lose that man." Su Ming moved a few steps sideways and opened the distance from his crazy cousin. He raised his chin towards the nightmare standing in front of the throne: "that little green man, you'd better be polite. If others can't kill you, it doesn't mean I can't."

"Ah, yes, I knew you would be like this." Mengyan sat back with a smile. He touched the golden armrest of the throne and crossed his legs: "but since you know me, you should know that I have supreme authority here. You can't help me either."

"That's how you dare to attack the dead waiter, which leads me to chase into the dream?" Su Ming smiled, spread out his bracelet and looked around: "I can only say that you are too stupid to be used as a knife. Haven't you heard that the multiverse is under my control now, and the cosmic consciousness is on my side?"

The ability of nightmare is very simple. As long as he is in a dream, he has the power comparable to the creator God, and as long as there is a creature in the universe dreaming, or generating fear, he will never die and cannot be destroyed.

This feeling of "Immortality" is a bit like Dracula, but nightmare is obviously more powerful.

Perhaps the topic of "being used" triggered a nightmare. He leaned on the throne, propped his face with his fist, and looked at the guests so quietly.

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