Chapter 62 Dreamwalking

Zhao Zilong listened and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He seemed to be used to this mask accompanying him. Even every time he encountered some strange things, it was all because of this mask to protect him, so that he could avoid those evil attacks and not control his mind. Now, he actually wanted to take him off. There was a hint of reluctance in his heart.

"Zhao Zilong, what's wrong with you?" Xiaorui couldn't help asking in surprise when she saw that Zhao Zilong had been silent.

"I, I don't want to take it down, I really don't want to."

"What?" Xiaorui and Feifei couldn't help but be stunned. Feifei was even more worried and said, "Brother Zhao, you are not spelled by this mask, are you? Otherwise, why can't you give up on it?"

"No." Zhao Zilong said decisively, "I'm very sober. I like this mask very much. I don't want to take it off, because... I'm used to its existence. I'm a person who is used to one thing and won't change easily, so don't say more. Let's go."

Feifei's face couldn't help showing a trace of disappointment. She had already fallen in love with Zhao Zilong at first sight. Of course, she wanted to see what a handsome face was behind the mask. Now, this hope has failed, and her face suddenly faded.

Xiaorui doesn't care about this. She is a person who doesn't care too much about the world. As long as she has martial arts and Zhao Zilong by her side, she is satisfied, so she nodded and said, "Well, let's get out of here quickly."

Zhao Zilong waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I still have something to do."

He picked up the sword on the ground and walked to the ghost. His eyes seemed to be struggling, but he still said coldly, "I advise you to leave my friend's body immediately. I won't let you die. Otherwise, there is nothing I can do. I would rather kill my best brother than let you destroy it. His.

When the ghost saw the sword in Zhao Zilong's hand, he suddenly trembled with fear and suddenly let out a vague and chaotic roar.

"How can the painting sword be in your hand?" The ghost man seemed to have unprecedented fear, and his eyes turned in horror and trembled like a sieve.

"Oh, Huaxin Sword, so this is its name. Then tell me, what does it do?"

The ghost did seem to be extremely afraid of it and said tremblingly, "It can directly turn people's consciousness into swordsmanship. We have seen the prince play it once, but the prince's talent is so poor that he almost mutilated himself."

"Really? It seems that the prince didn't lie to me." Zhao Zilong listened and held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help sighing, "It's incredible."

"Good!" Zhao Zilong suddenly smiled and said coldly, "Then let me try it and see how powerful it is."

"No!" The ghost's nerves completely collapsed, and suddenly his whole body twitched. Zhao Zilong was shocked and couldn't help retreating a few steps. He watched the ghost's body gradually calm down, and the green on his body was slowly retreating.

"You are finally willing to leave." Zhao Zilong saw that Ran Feng's body gradually returned to normal, hurried over, pushed Ran Feng and said, "Get up, everything is over, and you won't be fine again."

Ranfeng's turbid eyes gradually became clear. From these eyes, Zhao Zilong seemed to see Ranfeng again, the past Ranfeng, his brother, best friend, and the most important partner.

"Has the ghost gone?" Ranfeng said in a weak voice. Obviously, his soul was already dying after being tossed by ghosts.

Zhao Zilong nodded and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "It's gone, and I promise they won't bother you again."

Ranfeng nodded, "I believe that you must have completely destroyed his fighting spirit. Thank you for saving me again."

But he was still a little worried and thought, "If you don't kill them, they will definitely come back. In short, the enmity here is endless. I don't know when it will end."

Zhao Zilong seemed to have guessed what was thinking in his heart, so he smiled and said, "Do you really want to leave here?"

"Yes, yes." Ranfeng's expression shocked and immediately stood up and asked eagerly, "What, what can you do?"

Zhao Zilong said, "Whif you can leave or not, it's all up to this girl."

Then he turned his head, looked at Feifei, suddenlychen mo, and then said slowly, "I know you have feelings for me, but I am destined to love Xiaorui alone in this life. Whether it is a curse or anything in the future, I will accept it, but I must leave here. Please help me anyway, okay. I will always be grateful to you."

Feifei suddenly burst into tears and suddenly hugged Zhao Zilong tightly.

Zhao Zilong couldn't help but understand that something big might have happened. He hurriedly helped her up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feifei wanted to cry without tears, and only said slowly, "In the past few days when you were away, the ghost queen suddenly attacked us, and then I was captured. My mother was killed by the ghost queen, and now it is equivalent to the whole army being destroyed..."

Zhao Zilong looked at her in shock, thinking of the voice and smile of the snake spirit in the past, and remembered everything he had experienced in the snake house. How could it not be sad? This lovely girl was lonely and alone. Thinking of this, Zhao Zilong was suddenly angry and suddenly hit the ground fiercely. With a punch, the fist penetrated into the ground, but did not disappear or explode. Instead, it continued to suddenly rush out of the room with extremely strong power and continued to rush forward from the ground. Everyone couldn't help but be terrifying. Seeing that the fist was still sprinting, they didn't know where it was going to explode.

"Brother Zhao." Feifei asked timidly, "Where on earth is that fist going?"

Zhao Zilong laughed wildly and shouted, "Wherever you go, you will definitely turn the world. This is a set of boxing skills that I have learned in my dream these days. I haven't named it yet. Fly. I think it's better for you to name it."

Feifei was stunned and couldn't help sighing secretly and laughing, "Since Brother Zhao realized it in his dream, I think it's called sleepwalking boxing."

Everyone was stunned, and then they couldn't help laughing.

"Dreamwalking..."

"This dream is unprecedented, and this fist is even more incredible..."

After Zhao Zilong laughed, he turned around and took a deep look at Feifei.

"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge your mother this time."