The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 455

Thousands of colorful bubbles are rolling in disorder. At a glance, all kinds of magnificent and fantastic scenes that go against common sense are played out.

Raindrops flow back from the ground to the sky, and the mountains turn into plains...

Two skyscrapers grew arms and legs, quarreling and fighting with each other...

People on the streets abandoned their means of transportation and grew all kinds of wings to flutter around...

A swimming pool filled with blue and green banknotes, a hut made of pink candies...

Countless bizarre lights collided and penetrated each other, mixed together, and finally gathered into a vast and chaotic ocean.

This is the place where the subconscious of intelligent creatures emanate from their sleep, a place of fantasy between reality and illusion.

The "tide" rises as sentient beings fall asleep and recedes as they wake up. There shouldn't be any ripples elsewhere.

But at this moment, the calm "ocean" suddenly became stormy.

A cloud of misty white gas was rushing in panic, bubbles bursting along the way, and the defenseless ones were scattered into colorful waves of light. For a moment, I don't know how many beautiful dreams were disturbed.

Although it is just a false world evolved from thoughts, under the unique laws here, the dream bubble still possesses a trace of mass. As time goes by, the speed of the white gas gradually slows down due to this obstruction.

A hazy face emerged from among them, and his once handsome young features were now twisted into a ball by overflowing resentment.

Cobb, or Freddy, looked back angrily and fearfully, where a huge, clear butterfly was chasing him like a thorn in his flesh.

"You obviously don't have any dream-related abilities, so how can you track me?"

"idiot."

The butterflies nimbly fluttered above the sea of ​​dreams, and Zhu Mingyao's cold sneer could be heard from them: "Does everyone who drives a car have to know how to build a car? Fool! The greatest wisdom of mankind is knowing how to use tools."

He held a slightly yellowed page in his hand. The handwriting on the page was vigorous and free, emitting a misty cloud that maintained a virtual shape outside his body.

"I wonder if Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, or if the butterfly dreamed it was Zhou? Zhou and the butterfly must be different. This is called objectification."

As the old saying goes, "Zhuge Liang was cautious throughout his life." Although he did not dare to compare himself to the wisdom of Wu Hou, the principle of preparing for a rainy day is deeply engraved in the bones of every Chinese.

Supplies can be in excess, but they can never be absent!

Whether it is the Hualian Chamber of Commerce or the domestic side, there are ways to trade and exchange extraordinary items.

He didn't have the means when he was poor before, but ever since he made a fortune on Skull Island, his wealth and skills have skyrocketed. He also received a commission from Captain Jack and started to spend money like water on acquisitions.

With connections and a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry paving the way for him, he moved between major organizations and secret markets like a fish in water. While searching for the last undead gold coin, he also got many things with strange uses.

This fragment of Taoist scripture is one of them. Although it is a one-time treasure, it can allow the holder to move freely in dreams.

If he didn't have the right trump card in hand, why would he have rashly pursued.

As the two were cursing, the butterfly shadow suddenly flapped its wings, closing the distance a little. Rays of light shot out like meteors, blasting the fleeing white mist in front of them and causing it to tremble like a madman.

Cobb's shrill screams echoed, and his whole body seemed to be cut by many invisible sharp blades. The pain that penetrated deep into his bones was accompanied by waves of weakness, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his escape form.

After being reincarnated as a human with the help of the resources of the master behind the scenes, he has now lost the strange immortality of his dream demon body. If he suffers a few more blows, he will definitely be torn to pieces.

The rapid consumption of power made Cobb's consciousness gradually blurred. He suddenly became ruthless and flew in another direction. "You want to destroy demons like me and become a superhero? I'll give you this chance!"

As he turned, the surrounding scene changed. The urban scenes of high-rise buildings and streets in countless bubbles were slowly replaced by white sand, blue waves, sailboats and islands. It seemed that the people who were dreaming nearby had turned into coastal residents.

In response, Zhu Mingyao laughed heartily: "Superheroes and the like don't matter at all. You'll be dead anyway if you run to the ends of the earth today!"

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The blue smoke rings slowly dissipated, without the pungent tar smell of ordinary tobacco. Instead, they exuded an indescribable faint fragrance that refreshed the mind and invigorated the spirit.

On the chestnut teak round table, the inlaid tortoise shell slices shimmered with a subtle glow, and a pile of gorgeous chips of various denominations were stacked high.

"Are you sure you don't want to play with us one more time?"

A handful of playing cards was thrown casually, knocking over an already shaky bet of chips.

"Ding-ling-ling..." A few golden discs rolled down mischievously, making crisp sounds like the strings of a guitar when they collided.

If there was an experienced alchemist present, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this was some kind of precious supernatural alloy, with abundant positive energy, enough to drive away some minor diseases.

However, such precious materials are only used as gambling tools imbued with low-level desires here, exuding a kind of wanton arrogance and indulgence.

Seeing that the round chip was about to fall to the ground, a pair of chubby cute little hands stretched out swiftly. Even though the volatile positive energy singed the fur and scalded the skin, it still grabbed it tightly and sent it back to its owner.

"Good job, kitty."

With the intention of rewarding her, his five fingers gently scratched the soft and beautiful hair lying beside her legs. His skinny and old claws rubbed downwards, kneading the elastic apple cheeks of the young girl in an obscene manner, which looked extremely disgusting.

However, the girl, wearing only a few small pieces of leather, lowered her eyelashes and lay down meekly, with a pair of cat-like ears on her head trembling slightly, just like a real pet.

The tears in her empty and numb eyes had long since dried up, and what remained was only the mechanical memory shaped by cruel torture.

Across the table, a young man with short brown-black hair stood up and bowed slightly gracefully.

"Mr. Woody, you're so lucky today. If you keep playing, I'll go bankrupt." He made a pitiful and funny expression, causing a good-natured laugh.

"I see you're anxious to get back to your room and relax with your new little toy?"

The banker, whose face was covered with spots, grinned with a knowing smile, and his breath carried the peculiar stench of an old man.

"This is your first time here, and you may not be in the right frame of mind yet. Listen to me, there's no need to rush... ahem!"

A sudden cough interrupted the solemn sermon.

The old man took two breaths, frowned and snapped his fingers, and then quietly presented a golden-red crystal bottle.

It was as if melted gold sand mixed with bright red blood was flowing. After he drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, his breathing immediately stabilized, and even the bark-like wrinkles on his face smoothed out a little.

"Since you have been invited to the island, it means you are qualified to join us. This kind of enjoyment is not just a fleeting moment, but every day for the rest of your life..."

He closed his skinny hands and pinched the soft cat ears condescendingly. He smiled complacently with a sense of showing off, "No matter how the world changes, smart people will always get the biggest piece of the pie. This is true today, tomorrow, and forever."

(End of this chapter)