Chapter 5 I think I rolled into England

It has been almost an hour since I left the dream to this time. If the time of the dream is consistent with the outside world during this period, the uncle will wander in the dream for an hour?

It's really a tenacious vitality to struggle in this crisis-filled fantasy full of unknown creatures.

I squatted down and poked his head, and then asked in an uncertain voice, "Are you still alive, uncle?"

He raised his head, looked at me and quickly switched to a tearful expression: "Short-legged girl! Is it really your short-legged sister? Are you still alive!?

I said, shouldn't your focus on the fate of us to meet again? And what is a short-legged girl? Is it only 1.75 meters tall?

I pressed him to the ground with a blank face, and my hand rotated 30 degrees and apologized to him as if nothing had happened: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped just now."

Uncle rubbed his face on the ground twice, and then quickly reacted: "I'm sorry I was so excited just now. I just didn't expect you to be alive. I thought you had been eaten by that guy."

"That guy?" I frowned. I felt that the uncle might have seen something amazing, so he quickly let go of his hand and asked him, "Did you see that guy?"

"I saw it! I see it!" The uncle rubbed the dust on his face and got up, dancing as excited as he was. I couldn't understand what he wanted to say, so I had to pat him on the shoulder: "Take your time."

The uncle took a long breath and sat down on the ground: "I don't know what to say. I was going out to get soy sauce, but on the way, I suddenly found myself in an inexplicable corridor. A monster with three heads and six arms was rushing at me with a big mouth. I was shocked at that time, threw away the soy sauce bottle and ran away. As a result, I met you not long ago.

Have you really come to make soy sauce for a long time?

I nodded and motioned him to continue. The uncle paused and said, "When I first met you, I thought you and that guy were together, because he had been staring at me behind you. I didn't expect to see it rushing at you after a few words. I was scared at that time. When I closed my eyes and opened my eyes again, I didn't see you, so I thought you were eaten by it."

I broke out in a cold sweat when I heard the words, and I didn't expect it to be behind me all the time. Anyway, I'm also a half-hearted Taoist priest. I was stared at by a monster for a long time and didn't feel it. Holding it later is mostly equivalent to looking for death.

When I thought about it, I felt wrong. At that time, the uncle had fallen into a semi-coma state, and the whole human vital signs were disappearing. Not to mention seeing it rushing at me, it was difficult to even open its eyes. If it was really staring at us at that time, how did the uncle escape now?

...No.

At that time, it was clear that I was worried that my uncle's spirit would be vacated and put out a defense mask to put it on him. As a result, Chengying found that the evil idea tried to suck away the aura. In order not to let me get entangled, he pulled me out of my dream. After that, the uncle should have lost consciousness. How could he turn around and appear in front of me vividly?

I remembered the hostility I felt when I first entered the dream, and the oppression that suddenly disappeared when the uncle rolled out of the bushes. There was a vague guess in my heart, so I stood up and moved my hand behind my back, thinking that it was time for Chengying to go back to bed after dinner before staring at the uncle and said, "Uncle."

He looked up at me: "Huh?"

I stared at him for ten minutes until I heard a definite answer before slowly asking, "Are you human?"

I use interrogative sentences, but the tone is a typical declarative tone. He stared at me for a few seconds, and the expression that originally belonged to human beings gradually became strange.

"Ah, have you been found?" His voice was very low, and he was stained with fierce murderous intent. A very faint fragrance came from him, and with the uncle's funny appearance, there was an ironic mood.

I clenched my right hand behind me, and the palm of my hand almost sweated. I have a hunch that I have guessed the identity of the uncle, but I don't know whether I am well prepared. Sure enough, the uncle's expression changed from calm to weird, and finally made a strange laugh.

"If you don't say it, I will consider leaving you a whole body. Now that I'm out..."

It narrowed its eyes and looked at me, and the murderous atmosphere expanded in an instant: "That's not fun?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly and sweated in my heart. This guy is really strong, conservatively estimated to be at least three energy levels above me. In this case, let alone deal with it, I'm afraid that I may not win if I attack first.

I exhaled deeply, felt the familiar temperature of my fingertips and looked at it: "Is uncle dead or alive now?"

It gave a strange laugh: "I can't save my life and still want to worry about others?"

After saying that, its face changed, and its right hand quickly turned into sharp claws and grabbed me. I rolled to the left to avoid its sweep and looked up to see that it had jumped in front of me. Ready to go, and it's about to attack again.

It's about to go. I put my clenched right hand in front of me and whispered, "Are you ready?"

The light is bright and dark, and the cold wind shakes down the ground. An erratic shadow appeared in the dark on the ground, followed by a voice unique to the teenager.

"-You can start at any time."

I split the sword in both hands and blocked its attack with my sword while its huge claws swept over my head. The prop that Chengying connected to me in the dream is a rather sharp sword. Although I can't see the body after getting out of the sheath, it can capture the attack trajectory. I looked at its body retreating due to injury and narrowed my eyes slightly.

In the first blow, I took the lead and won.

The humanoid monster popped back for a distance, stood firmly and roared at me. The invisible sword is a threat to it, because it can't determine the field I can reach with every blow. I reversed the hilt in the air and then pointed the blade at its eyes.

"I don't know why you hate me so much, but I'm sure of one thing."

I raised my sword and looked at the monster in alert and quietly adjusted my center of gravity: "Is this the illusion you control?"

It tilted its head and sneered, and squeezed a few words from between its teeth: "What about it?"

"No, it just confirms my guess." I raised my eyebrows coldly and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands: "You should kill the people listed by the customers of Sleeping Home in the dream service. The way is to drag them into the fantasy for spiritual attack."

It smiled strangely, and the sarcastic smile at the corners of his lips became bigger and bigger: "Yes, I didn't expect that your eight grams of brain capacity could think of so much."

Is there any mistake? Even a monster knows so much! In fact, it is so itchy that the head and wallet need to be repaired!

I pinched the fire curse with my angry left hand. It dodged slightly, then narrowed its eyes and laughed at me: "Where to throw it, little girl?" I'm here."

I stabbed the sword forward with my right hand, and the light of the sword passed straight from left to right. Obviously, it was more afraid of the components of the sword and retreated several steps as soon as it rolled on the ground.

That's true. I frowned in my heart.

The key to its fear is the inability to distinguish the length of the sword body.

This is actually a simple auxiliary attack, but it can play an unimaginable role in close combat, because few people can ignore the attack range of the long sword and choose hand-to-hand combat. Naturally, such a cunning monster is no exception.

I stood a foot away and watched it sneer, with an expression of the villain's ambition and victory. It lay on the ground and frowned slightly, with a dissatisfied expression: "What are you proud of? Do you think I have lost?"

"You have indeed lost." I raised my chin and sneered, from one to three in its puzzled eyes. As soon as the words fell, it covered its buttocks and jumped up.

Are you an idiot? Are you dumbfounded?

There are many grass and trees around here. How can the flame spell not be able to catch fire?

It ran away from the grass with its buttocks in its arms, and I fell into the well and followed it. After all, its spiritual power is far better than mine. Only when it chases fiercely when it is depressed can I get a chance of winning. Otherwise, I will die when it detects the attack range of the sword.

He looked back at me and seemed to be very dissatisfied with my behavior of beating the water dog. In the distance, I only saw the corners of its lips turning and chanting some spells, and the laurel trees and camphor trees in front of it pulled up and surrounded them.

It's bad, it's a tree spirit.

I frowned and stopped chasing and stood still to guess its true identity. Because there is a forest nearby, I can understand that it summons rattan demons and tree spirits, but since it can manipulate the environment, why doesn't it directly take me to a more severe place?

If you throw me directly into the crater, you can win without fighting.

Does it want me to convey ecological harmony and sustainable development to the world?

I held my sword and was on alert in place. I wanted to attack but I didn't dare to recite the flame curse. To be honest, I learned Taoism very well, and I'm the least good at fire, because I'm afraid that I can't control it and burn my clothes and hair. But the current situation is not the time for me to hesitate, because at the moment of my hesitation, the branches of the laurel tree have hit me.

I bent down to avoid the attack of the laurel tree, and there was a wind blowing over my head, followed by four or five thick branches sweeping like me.

I aimed at the gap and rolled my head and had no chance to fight back in the chaos. Chengying reminded me to roll 45 degrees diagonally to the left in front of me. I couldn't hear such complicated instructions in the chaos. I glanced at few monsters standing on the left and immediately rolled roundly towards that side.

...After ten laps, the attack stopped like an illusion.

I raised my head and looked around. The laurel and camphor trees disappeared like an illusion, and only a sword inserted on the stone tablet was facing me. It is a little empty. There are no towering ancient trees, only extremely low weeds grow. There are many unknown flowers in the gap, and the fragrance permeates the wilderness.

is a completely different fragrance from before. The leaf color of the acacia is also very pure. At dusk, the water is slightly yellow and vapor is like fog, and the sword on the stone tablet is shrouded in a poetic and mysterious atmosphere.

Sword in stone?

......

I'm not going to go to England...