2497: C2497 Dream

C2497 Dream

In the dungeon, under many chains, Meng Fan was tightly bound. Within his body, there were restrictions left behind by the six Heavenly Kings, sealing all of his power, source energy, and qi and blood.

Outside the dungeon, Tian Zhimei, accompanied by Su Huan, looked quietly at Meng Fan, who was in the dungeon.

"He's passed out." "" Su Huan, the petite and quick-witted girl, said. Even though he suffered such heavy injuries, he actually just fainted and didn't die. Although his origin energy and body were constantly being destroyed by various restrictions, they were still recovering at the same speed. This kind of vitality is really scary. "

Su Huan took Tian Zhimei's slender arm and said intimately, "Sister Mei, is it really him?"

Tian Zhimei nodded.

When she woke up and came out of seclusion, the man in her mind was still lingering around her. However, Tian Zhimei still had no idea about him. She had no idea about his identity, appearance, etc.

But she knew one thing. When she saw this man, she would definitely recognize him.

"Sister Mei, do you know him?" Su Huan asked softly.

Tian Zhimei shook her head. "I've never seen it before, but I keep having the feeling that... "It's familiar. It seems that many years ago, when he was still a child, we met. Really …"

"He is indeed a child. Fifth Aunt said that he is at most thirteen thousand years old. How young is he? I am already thirteen thousand years old." Su Huan curiously leaned forward, wanting to take a closer look at Meng Fan's appearance, "I keep having the feeling that Sister Mei's man must be an unparalleled hero, a hero who turned the tide and saved the world, but who would have thought that he would be such a reckless madman. Not only for a woman, he was even locked in this dungeon, and became a prisoner under it. How embarrassing.

Sister Mei, what will the Chief Sovereign do to this man after he comes out of seclusion? "What does Sister Mei want to do with this man?"

Tian Zhimei didn't respond. She took a step forward and extended a jade-like finger. She lightly tapped on the pillars that were covered with patterns and arrays. Instantly, the pillars disappeared.

There were teleportation formations, teleportation formations, qi gathering formations, sealing formations, slaughtering formations, etc. The method of distinguishing the identities of the various cultivators in the Great Tao City was to see what level of formation a cultivator could open.

The ones with the highest Great Tao City were the six great Heavenly Kings and Tian Zhimei. Here, any formation could be activated or removed by them.

Opening the dungeon door, Su Huan jumped in fright. She said carefully, "Sister Mei, what are you doing …"

"I want to see his face." Tian Zhimei walked step by step towards Meng Fan.

Three hundred meters.

Ten Zhang.

Three feet.

Tian Zhimei could already smell Meng Fan's scent. It was the scent of blood, full of killing intent, but at this moment, it was extremely dispirited.

Indeed, it was just as Su Huan had said. Tian Zhimei had never thought that the man she was waiting for would be such a god of death, as before he came to Great Tao City, he had clearly experienced several great battles and came here with many injured Great Tao City. He was not at his peak condition.

But because of this, his malevolent aura was enough to suppress many Celestial Kings. Some of them had difficulty even standing in front of him.

It was his monstrous killing intent that had intimidated the souls of everyone present.

"You may not be a peerless hero." "It's hard to say if she's talking to Meng Fan or talking to herself." However, it's true that your methods are endless and your strength is strong. Even your six uncles and aunties might not be your match, but who exactly are you? Meng Fan? I've never heard of that name, and why do you look so familiar? "

The man in front of her had already fainted. Her words seemed to be talking to herself.

"His Essence is defeated. He's really too weak." Tian Zhimei looked at the restrictions on Meng Fan's body. After pondering for a moment, she suddenly stretched out a finger and cut off a restriction on Meng Fan's origin.

"Sister Mei!" Su Huan cried out in alarm.

"It's fine." "It's nothing," Tian Zhimei said indifferently. She was very calm, as if she didn't care at all. "There are so many restrictions in his body, and the six uncles and aunties left dozens of seals. There's also the natural origin energy chains in the dungeons, I just removed one of them to let him wake up. He'll be fine."

Tian Zhimei tapped Meng Fan's chest with a finger and said, "Wake up."

Buzz …

The entire dungeon began to ripple. It wasn't an origin energy ripple, but a wave formed from space being distorted.

Su Huan took a few steps back in shock. She could not understand this method of forcefully twisting space, so she was instinctively panicking.

Tian Zhimei, on the other hand, who was very close to Meng Fan, was indifferent. She had a kind of calm and collected temperament, able to remain calm in the face of anything. When Meng Fan was about to destroy the entire main hall, she could also directly enter the main hall.

Meng Fan slowly woke up.

He had a dream.

How many years had it been?

He even forgot when he had last dreamed.

Heavenly Essence Stage?

Maybe even earlier.

The The First Way of Martial Arts not only refined the body, but also the soul. The thoughts, the spirit, the powerful existence, the collapse of the heaven and earth, it was unshakable, extremely hard to shake.

However, Meng Fan did have a dream.

He looked up and saw Ru Shuiyi's face.

It was so familiar, so familiar.

"Is this still a dream?" Meng Fan muttered.

Tian Zhimei squatted in front of him and asked, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamt of a place called WuTown, and I saw some people that I seemed to know but not know. I met you, I called you big sister, and you accompanied me as I grew up, and now, I'm awake, but I can't differentiate between dream and reality, are you still dreaming? Or could it be that I have never stepped out of the WuTown, and have never become the Divine King? I am still in the midst of WuTown, bitterly cultivating the martial way, and relying on my mother for my life.

Meng Fan said in a faint voice. Yes, it has been too many years since he had a dream. After he woke up, it was impossible to tell if he was in a dream or in reality.

"I don't know you. I'm very sure that I've never seen you before, but it seems like I've known you for a long time. In your dream, was I your sister? "

Tian Zhimei asked with a slight frown on her face.

"You are big sister." Meng Fan smiled, it was a very bright smile, a very happy smile.

This scene caused Tian Zhimei to be slightly stunned. What she saw was not a God of Slaughter or some monstrous beast with a monstrous aura. What she saw was a boy, a boy who relied on his mother and sister.

"I've been looking for you for many, many years …" Meng Fan was bedraggled and his face was covered in blood. His smile became even more brilliant and full of sunshine. He looked as innocent as a child. Once, I thought I would lose you forever. I thought even if I turned the world upside down, I wouldn't be able to see your reflection again. Forever, I would lose you forever …

But he didn't expect that he would be able to see you again today. Elder sister, I missed you so much. I miss you every day.

"I don't understand why you're here, nor why you're Tian Zhimei and not Ru Shuiyi. But it's you, it must be you, it can't be anyone else."

Blood flowed out from the corner of Meng Fan's mouth, drop by drop falling onto the ground. Every drop of blood was boiling hot, even leaving some burn marks on the black crystal floor tiles, but Meng Fan did not care.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything else.

As long as he could keep looking at Tian Zhimei's face, or at least at Ru Shuiyi's face, he would be the happiest person in the world.

Tian Zhimei did not know Meng Fan at all.

He also did not know what the illusions and illusions he had seen in seclusion meant.

However, when she heard Meng Fan's words, her heart ached.

She truly felt heartache.2

However, the pain in his heart soon disappeared.

In Tian Zhimei's mind, she did not know Meng Fan. Meng Fan's appearance definitely had some meaning, but it was not enough for her to understand Meng Fan's pain.

In my memory, I saw a man. I was very curious about this man's identity, and who this man was, so I told the six uncles and aunties that I wanted to get married, so I let them find this man for me. Now that I've seen you, if you can tell me the meaning of your appearance, you might be able to live.

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