"Welcome to [Life is Like a Dream], the extremely evil nightmare world!"

Zhao Hai fell to the ground like that and fell into sleep with a calm look on his face.

Ruyan asked strangely: "Miss, if you let him die in his dream like this, wouldn't it be too easy on him?"

Even if it is a nightmare, it is not as painful as real...

Before this thought could be finished, Ruyan's eyes widened in shock.

Zhao Hai, lying on the ground, began to grow older at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, and his teeth are falling out one by one.

In the end, all his hair fell out, his nails fell off one by one, his body became rickety, and his bones would break if touched.

And the look on his face was one of fear and despair all the time, as if he wanted to die immediately.

"What...what's going on?"

Muyan smiled quietly and said: "The extremely evil dream that seems like a dream is said to be a dream, but it is not just a dream. It is similar to the illusory realm. He dreams for a moment, but when he wakes up, his soul has experienced all kinds of things.

Reincarnation.”

"What he experienced in his dream was a purgatory that ordinary people could not imagine, and he could not die or escape from it. He could only experience it over and over again until he woke up a quarter of an hour later."

Zhao Hai suddenly opened his eyes, trembling and wanted to speak, but found that he could only make an old and hoarse sound.

He is so old that he cannot hear any sounds and cannot speak a complete sentence.

He thought he had escaped from the dream, but in fact, he had returned to a real nightmare.

His soul was trapped in his old body, and every breath he took was painful. He could feel the pain of broken bones even if he raised his arm lightly.

And he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

Listening to Muyan's narration, Ruyan and everyone in the Mingyan Army were stunned.

Then the song "Floating Life Like a Dream" that they had heard during training came out, and they all shuddered.

The thought of falling into such a horrible dream is truly scarier than dying a hundred times.

Muyan looked condescendingly at Zhao Hai, who was drooling on the ground and showing his old age, and sneered: "You have defiled so many girls, isn't it just to stay young forever? Since you are so afraid of aging, then you are in the midst of aging,

Slowly enjoy the coming of death!"

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"Haotian, Haotian!"

Feng Haitang suddenly jumped up from the bed and saw the familiar room furnishings and...

"Miss, I...am I saved?" She reached out and touched her chest blankly. There was no sticky blood or a sword that had penetrated her body. The pain on her body was even worse.

It has disappeared without a trace.

Feng Haitang looked at the beautiful girl sitting by the bed, her eyes moistened a little, "Miss, it was you who saved me again? Where is Haotian? How is he?"

Muyan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, he is fine, he is as alive and kicking as you. He is probably... dealing with some things now."

Feng Haitang was overjoyed when he heard this.

Then he subconsciously looked around, and the joy in his eyes was gradually replaced by disappointment and sadness.

Yan Haotian is fine now, but he doesn't want to stay by her side.

So, is he still unwilling to accept himself?

Even if he really loves himself, even if he can die for himself, but...

But there is an insurmountable chasm between the two of them.

In the end, it can only be fate but not fate?
Chapter completed!