Chapter 89 (1/2)

In a dream.

Great dream palace.

Emperor dayeng is wearing the emperor's Dragon Robe, with a handsome face and a majestic figure. At the moment, he is anxiously looking at a black robed man, which is a nightmare.

”National master, what should we do about the existence of” ghost town grass ”in Mohist school The great dream emperor worried.

”Does your majesty want ink plume?” Nightmare said with a faint smile.

”Of course, if it wasn't for the sake of the throne, I would have made namoyu a imperial concubine. Now, I am the emperor of the dream, and I am the biggest in the whole dream Dynasty. What I want is mine The great dream emperor said in a deep voice.

”Yes, you are the emperor of the dream. The whole dream Dynasty belongs to you. Mo Yu Xi must also be yours!” Nightmare hypnotized way.

”Yes, I must get Mo Yu! Yan family? I slaughtered him all over the house. If Mo Yu Xi does not agree to be my concubine, I will kill her parents, and I will destroy her nine clans The great dream emperor said coldly.

”As for the ghost town grass? They have spirit grass, so do I. I can use half of my strength to create a kind of spirit object that can specifically restrain ”ghost town grass” Nightmare said in a deep voice.

In dreams, nightmares and dreams also need a price. To break the balance, we must pay.

”Well, thank you, master. Let's make spiritual things! Ha ha ha The great dream emperor laughs.

Yan Fu, in Yan Chuan's study.

Ink feather Xi with a big belly, gently in the study of ink.

Yan Chuan looked at a map on his desk. The map was very strange. There was only a map in the center and a blank around it.

”Xianggong, you have been looking at this map for a long time.” Mo Yu Xi asked strangely.

”Long time? Oh Yan Chuan smiles.

After laughing, Yan Chuan looked at the map of dayongchao again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in his heart, ”nightmare makes a dream. However, this dream is mine, which disturbs my dream? Demonize my dreams? Well, how can my dream allow others to make decisions

”Xianggong, ink research is finished!” Ink feather Xi gentle way.

”It's hard work!” Yan Chuan said.

”No hard work!” Mo Yu Xi tenderness way.

Yan Chuan grabs the brush, dip it in ink, and looks at the map again.

”The nightmare demonized my dream and made me unable to intervene? I'll have a new dream! Expand your dream map