Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The witch's voice suddenly lost some of its majesty, and her tone was no longer so harsh.

However, it remains proud and sacred, inviolable.

At this moment, she was completely opposite to the witch. If one had not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been impossible to mistake the two for the same person.

Witches, doing whatever they want, even forcing themselves on others, is nothing new.

However, she now looks more like a pure, desireless, and serene lotus maiden.

The character settings in this dream world switch a little too quickly.

"Crack!"

It was another familiar voice.

She wasn't wearing many clothes to begin with, and now two of them were torn apart.

Meanwhile, the demonic youth from the sky appeared in a flash and stood beside her on the soft bed.

And then, he squatted down beside him.

"My name is Li Hanqiu!"

"My second question is, how did you know I was a dream visitor?"

The witch hurriedly said:

"Aside from the legendary dream enterrs, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to enter another person's dream with their consciousness."

Dreams are the world ruled by dreamers, invincible and omnipotent.

In the back garden, when I saw you take off your pants, I already suspected your identity.

Because this is my dream, I decide what I dream about, and it's impossible for such an indecent scene to occur.

It turned out to be the case.

Fan Zui suddenly realized that it was his actions that had exposed his identity.

He moved his hand to her neck, mimicking how he had gripped her throat the first time he entered her dream.

Unfortunately, she didn't have an Adam's apple.

"The third question is, what level of cultivation have you reached? I mean, beyond the realm of dreams."

His actions made it clear to the witch that he was retaliating against the first dream.

"The Realm of No Form".

As she spoke, her cold, murderous gaze, filled with a desire to devour his flesh, gnaw at his bones, and drink his blood, was fixed on the young Demon Lord before her.

Suddenly, she noticed that the boy's hand, which was gripping her neck, loosened for a moment.

He seemed startled.

The witch wasn't mistaken; Fan Zui was indeed startled.

The Formless Realm is the sixth realm in the world, and only a handful of masters can reach it.

In the outside world, any one of them would be enough to establish their own school of thought.

But now I'm being treated like this by myself...

He swallowed hard, looking slightly awkward.

"If you let me leave this dream, I'll let this matter rest, and I won't pursue it further or look for you. What do you say?"

Those scalding hot fingers suddenly moved from her smooth, delicate neck to her face.

A gust of wind blew by, and the witch slightly raised her eyes. Her eyes, which were like the Purple Star, were devoid of any emotion, and her face beneath her long purple hair revealed no emotion whatsoever.

The shattered fragments of her purple dress fluttered in the wind, adorning her clenched fists, her fingers digging into her flesh, from which a trace of crimson blood flowed.

Seeing her so fierce only fueled a surge of anger in Fan Zui's heart, born from fear.

"Clap!"

He gently tapped her cheek, which was so smooth it seemed you could squeeze water out of it, yet now carried an endless murderous intent.

The sound echoed clearly.

"This is a dream world. I, the Demon King, reign supreme and am your king."

Please speak to me gently, otherwise, I really don't know what crazy things I might do next.

Let me tell you, when I go crazy, even I'm afraid of myself.

The sound of slaps echoed as Fan Zui ignored the Formless Realm expert currently beneath him and continued:

"My fourth question is that I want you to guide me in my spiritual practice and impart all your knowledge to me."

The witch narrowed her eyes slightly, her killing intent surging, then laughed in exasperation, saying:

"Alright, you may kneel and bow to him, and become his disciple."

Fan Zui sneered, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said:

"You want me to bring down my entire family as a jockey?"

"You! Your dream lasts only two hours. Once I get out, I will find your true form and grind you to dust!"

"Clap!"

Chapter 7 [Giving the Witch Undergarments]

Whether in dreams, where she is a powerful figure or a demon empress, or in reality, she holds a prestigious position...

Li Hanqiu had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace as she had at this moment.

Even if she were to suddenly become blind and unable to see anything in the world, she would never forget the arrogant and unruly face of the young man before her, a face that held a hint of lechery.

I'd recognize you even if you were ashes!

The phrase "hatred to the bone, devoting one's entire life to a vengeance, and having no regrets in this life" perfectly captures this sentiment.

Once the dream ends, she will unleash all the power and influence at her disposal, going to great lengths to find this person's true identity.

Sleep with it, kill it, eat it, defecate with it!

"Clap!"

Two more slaps, loud and clear.

"You're a witch, right? I'll give you two choices now."

Although he could share the same talent as the witch, he was not familiar with her and needed time to gradually perceive it, which was too troublesome.

Why not just let her give you some guidance? That way you can avoid taking ten years of detours.

Furthermore, those in the Formless Realm are among the most powerful experts in the world; overturning seas and shattering the void are nothing to them.

With such expert guidance, one can naturally make rapid progress.

The witch looked at the spatial rift in the sky, now restored to its original state, her gaze meeting Fan Zui's directly. Her expression was utterly calm, and she spoke in a chilling tone:

Fan Zui felt like he had heard these words somewhere before.

This woman is truly vengeful and has an incredibly keen eye for detail; she quickly figured out the key to the matter.

She now seems somewhat emboldened, and even hopes that Fan Zui will actually make a move against her.

Looking at the breathtaking images of the clothing, Fan Zui suddenly had an idea: why not design and sell clothes himself?

Selling underwear, sanitary napkins, and other feminine hygiene products in another world would definitely be incredibly profitable.

"Witch, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"What are you looking at? If you're so capable, why don't you go and try it yourself?"

The witch stared coldly at Fan Zui, seemingly without fear, and even with a hint of anticipation.

However, the rise and fall of her chest betrayed her true feelings.

However, what she said was indeed reasonable, and Fan Zui really had no way to deal with her right now.

She's like a woman wearing armor; if you hurt her a thousand times, you'll also lose eight hundred.

Hedgehogs are a breed that's difficult to eat.

This witch is definitely trying to provoke me right now so that I can end this dream as soon as possible.

However, for him, spiritual practice was the most important thing.

Forget it, leave her alone.

If you don't want to teach, then don't teach.

Self-cultivation.

"What is the witch's cultivation constitution, and what is so special about it?"

[Cultivation Physique: Extremely Cold Ice Soul]

[Companion Divine Ability: Tears of Ice Soul. Can only be activated when one is deeply wounded, shedding tears of ice soul that can pierce through the void, possessing boundless power.]

[Physical Enhancement: When practicing ice-attribute martial arts, one can travel a thousand miles in a day, learning without a teacher. If one can awaken an innate divine ability, one can freeze a thousand miles in an instant, and cause snow to fall for ten thousand miles.]