Lord of Eternal Darkness

Li Xiaoming looked at this kid with great satisfaction. From the bottom of his heart, what he admired was people's yearning for freedom, the kind of unrestrained spirit that dares to work hard and make progress, and can make choices anytime and anywhere instead of being passive.

But it is a pity that after so many years, he himself has not been able to do it. As long as such people have a little bit of appearance, he can admire them endlessly.

Li Xiaoming bent down and touched his head.

"It's very good, boy, keep working hard. I hope you will become famous and become a blockbuster in the future."

Lu He said in a low voice: "Brother, there is one more thing I want to ask your opinion on."

"You can tell me anything, as long as I can do it." Li Xiaoming felt strange. For the first time, this kid asked him for help.

Lu He said happily: "Brother, I want to get a tattoo, something a little more domineering, like Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, Tiger Descending from the Mountain, Hundreds of Ghosts Walking at Night, etc."

Li Xiaoming picked up the bottle and took a sip, then looked at him calmly and said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with getting you a tattoo, but it will affect your height. I don't know if you are willing to bear the price."

"Brother, why do tattoos affect your height?"

Li Xiaoming said with a smile: "Haha, because I will break your legs."

After saying this, the surrounding air felt like it dropped a few degrees. Lu He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Tudes looked out the window and whistled, as if nothing happened to him.

Li Xiaoming took another sip of wine and said, "Brother Tu, what have you taught me when my brother is here these days? I suddenly feel a little worried about leaving it to you."

Tudes said to me seriously: "Well, I will definitely strengthen this kid's ideological consciousness in the future, let him serve the people, become a pillar of society that is beneficial to society, and will never engage in those shabby things."

"Humph, keep eating." Li Xiaoming didn't want to worry about these little things anymore.

After dinner, Du Heng said goodbye to everyone.

Although Tudes said that it was dark outside and the city was in turmoil recently and was very dangerous, so it would be better to stay, but he politely refused.

Li Xiaoming walked on the street. There was no one on the street. The prosperous night was shrouded in the threat of cultists. It was time to find a time to clean up, lest those people think that he, the old guy, was dead.

Li Xiaoming looked at the corner of the alley behind him and touched his nose. There was a smell of blood in the air.

"Sure enough, I was targeted as soon as I left the campus. There were many people during the day, so I was too embarrassed to do anything. I came out alone at night, so I should show up."

Li Xiaoming thought silently in his heart, and then pretended to be drunk, swaying his body, walking messily, and singing while walking.

"Drink this bowl of wine. Without kneeling before the King of Hell, you can walk through nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roads. After drinking this bowl of wine, without bowing your head on the road to reincarnation, you can swim happily under the bridge. After drinking this bowl of wine, the love between brothers will be restored." Never forget…”

Cultists wearing three-cornered hats stared at his figure.

"What should I do? Do you want to take action? He seems to be drunk now. Let's take advantage of him. Maybe we can..."

The believer in white robes smiled disdainfully, stared at him and said, "Why do you think the other party dared to come out alone? Moreover, even the elders were injured by the other party. If there are masters lurking around him, we will die if we go up. , maybe he is seducing us."

"But this is a great opportunity. We really fought to the death over the black box, but we didn't expect that this kid would get an advantage. What if he cracks the secret and suppresses my teaching?"

"It's impossible. Our people have been lurking in the Holy Cross for many years. Those who can open them have already opened them."

"Then what should we do now? Leave directly?"

"Let's observe for a while. That kid has his own space. If we don't kill him, things won't fall out. It's a pity that I'm not here in time and space. Otherwise, I could have fought and broken through his space protection. Alas."

Li Xiaoming sat on a chair and looked up at the sky in boredom. The street was quiet and there was not a single car left. Why didn't those people take action?

Could it be that he was spotted? It seems that the "mouse" in the dark is not too stupid.

Li Xiaoming stood up again and walked towards the school. The people behind him followed him sneakily.

He suddenly stopped, then squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and glanced behind him.

There are about five or six people, and their strength should be around the sixth level. Their occupations are not sure, they should all be fighting types. As long as I summon the nightmare beast, I can kill them all instantly, but the other party has no intention of taking action.

Li Xiaoming continued to walk forward, and those people dispersed until he walked into the gate.

He took a breath. It was always exciting when being followed, but following him every day would also make people feel upset. The flies always had to be killed.

Slowly walking into the dormitory, I suddenly felt uncomfortable being alone. There used to be a girl who warmed my bed. The soft comfort made people miss me, but now I had a cold bed.

Li Xiaoming sat on the bed, closed his eyes and began to meditate. Although this profession is not very combat-oriented, yesterday's skill demonstration gave him some hope. Through the disguise of this auxiliary identity, he could numb the opponent when he was not prepared, and then A hit will kill the opponent.

Li Xiaoming rebuilt in the spiritual sea. Now his dream level can connect to the physical state. They make up all the flowers, plants and trees in this ecological environment, the air, houses, rivers, stones, insects...

There is no doubt that being able to forge such a state of mind in Shanghai is indeed a rare talent among dreamers, but this is still far from enough.

The layout inside is not pretty, but it is practical enough and lacks nothing. The only thing that may be lacking is a little bit of vitality and excitement.

What does the dream master rely on to practice? Of course it relies on dreaming.

Of course it's not a daydreaming dream, but a dream that comes true. The more bizarre and bizarre it is, the harder it is to understand. Such imagination can often improve your strength a lot.

He closed his eyes, and the noisy sounds around him crazily flooded into his brain again. They were the sleepy murmurs of people wandering in the city.

Accompanied by various emotions, such as pain, excitement, fear, but he can't do anything, he is just a passive caretaker, bearing their joys, sorrows and joys.

"He is just a loser and yet he is treated as a son-in-law?"

"It's just a noble status, it's okay if you don't want it."

"That's what the mushrooms are called?"

“Can abalone spray water?”

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Although he did not directly enter other people's dreams and endure their injuries as before, relying on this to extract his own strength, which made his body feel better for a while, the progress of his cultivation continued unabated.

"Okay, it's time to be quiet." Li Xiaoming scolded and calmed down.

This noisy gibberish reminded him of the little girl who had arrived in the forest before. He hoped that he would not meet that girl next time. Her questions became more and more strange as he talked about them, and her chatter was as annoying as a fly.

The huge body appeared again, floating in the sky and flying, every breath was like thunder. This time, Li Xiaoming finally saw him clearly.

With its crimson scales, endless body, and eyes as dazzling as the sun, Li Xiaoming was basically certain that it was his nightmare beast.

Let's talk about it from the first time with the Nightmare Beast. No one seemed to really understand it when they signed the contract. The two seemed like friends, but they had never exchanged feelings, let alone a decent spiritual conversation.

It seems that both of them are tools used by the other. One uses the other to protect himself, and the other uses the other to absorb energy. However, the two are also friends through life and death. From childhood to adulthood, they have experienced at least thirty attacks.

Li Xiaoming couldn't see the red dragon head clearly. Although he called it that, he was not sure whether it was a dragon head or a snake head, or it had no head at all.

No matter how strong you are, you can only see endless light at a glance, which is as eye-catching as a candlelight in the dark, but it is too scary to touch.

Li Xiaoming looked up at its majestic figure and said to himself: "Can the nightmare beast also enter my spiritual sea? I never thought about it before. Could it be that it was peeping when I was practicing?"