Please ask the dream

Looking at the cave in front of him, Feng Xue tried to bend down and pick up the stones on the ground, but the moment he stretched out his hand, a strong death warning exploded in his heart.

His heart was beating at least three times the usual speed, all his pores were closed, and while the hairs all over his body were exploding, his thinking was also speeding up.

The curled-up legs straightened in an instant, and Feng Xue's figure suddenly jumped back. A gray trajectory flashed in front of his eyes, causing a numbing sound of breaking through the air.

"Good guy, I almost turned around!"

Feng Xue was secretly glad in her heart, but the moment the track landed, it bounced up again. Only then did Feng Xue finally see its true face -

A rabbit!

It's not the half-human wolf-like strange beast before, nor is it a dungeon monster covered in muscles and holding a battle ax, nor is it a gigantic Titan beast.

It was a gray long-eared rabbit that looked extremely normal, just like the hare that was often captured by various creatures in the wild for tooth-beating sacrifices!

"Fuck! This rabbit is in violation!"

Seeing the rabbit rushing towards his neck at such a speed that it was difficult for him to react, Feng Xue violently exhaled all the air in his lungs. He held his breath in the slight sense of suffocation.

Not the usual deep breathing hint, but a further exclusive hint.

He once obtained a powerful collection, and as the note on the collection said, "Only when you hold your breath can you hear the pulse of time!"

The feeling of suffocation, the pressure of death, and the close enemy. In this tense state, Feng Xue felt that time suddenly began to slow down.

A circular outline vaguely appeared in his hand, and with the pressing action of his fingers, Feng Xue's speed suddenly increased.

The body in the air seemed to turn into an afterimage, and in the trajectory of silver light, he narrowly avoided the rabbit's attack.

"Success!"

A hint of joy arose in Feng Xue's heart. Although it was far inferior to the exaggerated ten-fold speed increase of [Tactical Watch], three times the speed in an instant was enough to solve many problems!

However, Feng Xue, who successfully constructed the effect of another collection, did not have much time to be happy, because the rabbit jumped up again!

Damn it!

Holding your breath is a very fatal behavior for strenuous exercise. After a moment of acceleration, Feng Xue had to face the decision of ventilating or holding your breath.

Knowing that this was not the time to be a hamster party, Feng Xue pulled out the colorful metal plate with one hand and the sacred grenade with the other.

However, the colorful metal plate has no effect on the rabbit. There is no doubt that it does not belong to the "intelligent" type.

"Zhuo! How can a pure beast have such explosive power?"

Feng Xue endured the pain in her lungs that felt like they were going to explode. She threw the colorful metal plate in her hand at the rabbit as a hidden weapon. At the same time, she reached out and grabbed the cross at the top of the sacred grenade and pulled it out hard.

It’s just that he can’t throw it out!

"Bleach! One, two..."

Even though Feng Xue's words were about to get angry, but before he could say those three words, the rabbit that kicked away the colorful metal plate had already kicked off his head.

…

In the depression on the mountain wall, Feng Xue's body suddenly shook. He opened his eyes and touched his neck with lingering fear. After confirming that his head was still there, his ears were still filled with thoughts. He wanted to throw the grenade but found that the grenade was sticky. When I hold it in my hand, the voice with a sacred temperament in my head——

"Remove the bolt and count to three!"

"Bleach! You can't throw it out until you count to three, right?" Feng Xue grinned and suddenly felt a little tired. After pinching her brows, she began to estimate the time.

"There was no obvious change in the position of the moon and stars, and the feeling of hunger was not obvious. It should not have lasted more than half an hour."

He thought secretly, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. Vaguely, he felt that some kind of qualitative change had occurred in him.

It was not some substantive change that could be described, but a feeling, a touch at the level of thinking.

It’s probably a bit like the feeling of going from “seeing a mountain as a mountain” to “seeing a mountain as something other than a mountain”.

Following this feeling, Feng Xue opened his arms, as naturally as opening his eyes after waking up from sleep. He lightly grasped it with five fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Um, why did you bring this thing out?" Feng Xue's first reaction was to throw this crap out, but then she realized something was wrong——

"This is not the one in the exploration, but the one I constructed... It does not have any additional effects, it is just a 'sword'... Well, I seem to understand why I want to explore the dreamland."

Feng Xue's brows relaxed slightly, and with a thought, the long sword turned into G·I particles again and dissipated invisible.

"Article 5 of the Dreamland Rules - After defeating monsters, you will get trophies... Is that what it means? It's not that you got a model, but you intuitively felt your knowledge of this substance..."

Feng Xue recalled the sword she had obtained during her exploration, and couldn't help but feel some enlightenment in her heart.

Unlike war architects who carve all the details into their minds to obtain absolute efficiency, this kind of architecture is more of a feeling.

The things presented in dreams are the most primitive subconscious cognition of human beings, and this kind of cognition and memory can be transformed into a matter of course.

When someone asks you "What do leaves look like?" Do you need to think about it? In other words, does an impression appear in your mind before you think about it?

For orthodox architects, they have countless "impressions" in their minds, and when needed, they only need to mix specific impressions to produce what they want to build.

This is like writing poetry. War architects are classic copycats. As soon as you give a proposition, he immediately mobilizes the 300 Tang poems in his mind to copy and paste for you. The speed is fast, the efficiency is high, and the accuracy is sufficient. The main feature is efficiency.

And the orthodox architect is a traditional scholar, with only various rhyme theories and vocabulary impressions in his mind. He needs to put together related elements such as words and emotions, and then make a poem.

So for the architect system, at any time, ordinary architects of the same level (all qualities are the same except for the type of architecture) cannot defeat war architects, but the reason why architects have not been replaced is because of this bold imagination, which can continue to improve towards the realm of visionaries, while the locked thinking of war architects can only stay at the shadow chaser forever.

Although Feng Xue has always been on the so-called traditional architecture path, he actually does not understand what a traditional architect feels like.

But now, he understood.