This has been a hundred years since such troubles.

The world is in full swing.

And that originally faint line almost became very obvious in the world of the Dream of Turin.

I can't see it at any time.

However, the existence of reaching the height of the Golden Immortal can feel the kind of "pressure" released by the Turin Dream at all times.

This pressure runs through the whole process and transcends all so-called rules and principles.

It has reached a level above thinking.

No one can understand it, and no one can grasp it.

But they all understand...'It's appeared!

Taiyi Dao Fruit, supreme opportunity!

"The time is here!" Ke Xiaoliang opened his eyes in the Supreme Demon Palace.

Then he took out a knife.

He irrigated this knife with his immortal energy and refined it for more than ten thousand years.

Now he is not using this knife to kill the enemy, but using this knife to kill himself.

With a knife, the golden finger of the gourd vine that was hooked to his soul and stuck to each other was cut off directly.

The pain of soul tearing is nothing to Ke Xiaoliang.

Only when the realm continues to fall and is about to fall below the Golden Immortal Realm is the real fatal one.

But the declining aura did not burst out.

Another powerful golden fairy aura was based on the Supreme Demon Palace, imitating Ke Xiaoliang's aura and deliberately released to the outside world.

"Please trouble you!" Ke Xiaoliang said to Molly with a pale face.

Molly looked at Ke Xiaoliang and smiled charmingly.

"You just trust me?"

"You won't believe that that passage leads to the soul, do you?"

Ke Xiaoliang smiled but refused to answer.

Of course, the passages of ordinary women may not necessarily lead to the soul.

If this is true, there are too many people in the minds of technicians.

But as a golden immortal, Molly's style is not unrestrained. She has physical interaction with him, which is a promise.

What's more, Ke Xiaoliang is not necessarily as weak as he shows.

Pinching the gourd vine that was squirming in the palm of his hand.

Ke Xiaoliang had a complicated expression, and then gave him a personality and threw it into the world of the Dream of Turin.

"Let you turn into me and go through a life!"

"This is also my fault, and I have repaid your cause and effect."

Ke Xiaoliang whispered.

At the same time, the black-hearted old man in the Dream of Turin, holding the big net of fate, had already smiled coldly.

"Here you come!"

"You finally couldn't help it, and you came in!"

"Not only came in, but also closed all the immortal aura."

"Since you are here... don't leave! Let you become the last nutrient for the accelerated growth of this world and bear fruit." The old man in black thought to himself, and quickly devoted a long time to a long river of destiny.

The perspective changes, the confrontation above nothingness is shadowless and invisible, and it seems as false as rootless duckweed.

And when it falls into the world, everything can be relied upon, and it is no longer so irrelevant.

It seems that no matter how lofty the game is, it will eventually be based on reality.

Just like the last flowers and fruits, they will surely bloom in the world, rather than nothingness without support and soil.

The evening wind blows along the narrow alley from the lively pedestrian street to the corner only one street.

The tabby cat squatting on the cafe mailbox, squinting his eyes and looking at the person who was sneaking in with a vigilant look.

So weird!

It was clear that there was no sun or rain, but he was actually holding an umbrella.

The tabby cat looked at the stupid human and slapped its slender beard contemptuously.

Then he turned around and jumped, landed on the sycamore tree beside him.

Under the sycamore tree full of light bulbs, there is a sign that is brushed with tung oil, which is a bit old.

"No. 5, Haishang Village, is here!" The man named Ke Xiaoliang, who looks exactly the same as Ke Xiaoliang, but is not Ke Xiaoliang. He carefully identified it to prevent the vague impression in his memory from making mistakes.

Pushing open the red painted wooden door, the turning wind chime makes a crisp sound like a dream.

Next to the dimly lit fireplace, an old guy in fine clothes was typing on the keyboard skillfully with one finger Zen. The light of the computer screen was refracted on the wrinkled face, which inevitably looked a bit weird.

Hearing the ringtone, the old guy raised his head, and seemed to have just glanced at "Ke Xiaoliang" in a plain manner, and then buried his head.

"First time?" the old guy asked with his head down, continuing to be busy with his affairs.

Ke Xiaoliang nodded first, then quickly said: "Yes, but... it shouldn't be considered."

His words seemed a little hesitant, as if there was something else.

"That's the first time. Take it to Room 7. The door number is 'Ru Meng Ling'. Register today, check out tomorrow, and the room fee is ten days' birthday tonight. Are there any problems?" Although the old guy was asking, he had handed out the key. No matter from any angle, there seemed to be no room for rejection.

Ke Xiaoliang obediently took the key, clearly turning around, but then turned around and asked, "I just asked curiously, the administrator here used to be a lady."

The old guy finally raised his head for the second time, and then looked at Ke Xiaoliang carefully.

Then he buried his head again: "I'm married and go to Europa for my honeymoon. I'm a substitute."

Ke Xiaoliang was a little regretful, but he still put away the black umbrella with some years and held it carefully in his hand. Following the steep stairs, he went to the third floor according to the instructions of the stairwell.

In the corner of the third floor, the room with the door sign "Ru Meng Ling" hanging was slowly pushed open.

This is a room with a very Republic of China style. There are antique clocks that have been shut down on the walls, and an old iron-shelled hand-cranked magnet phone with broken wires. They are flat on a brown wooden table. There are some newspapers that look like they are on the month.

In the center of the room is a two-meter-long bed.

Ke Xiaoliang took off his shoes and lay down on him, then closed his eyes.

At this moment, a large number of bubbles appeared in front of him.

Every bubble exudes an unknown gray smell.

It seems that after being contaminated with them, it will be entangled and die.

At the same time, a thick voice sounded in Ke Xiaoliang's mind.

"Select! Be swallowed, or have a new fate."

Ke Xiaoliang did not make a decision immediately, but began to carefully observe the color of these bubbles according to the teachings left in his memory.

This special homestay is not a simple rental business.

He also rented a life of different people.

This kind of business is not allowed on the surface.

Because it is first linked to the devil of hell, it belongs to the gray industry among the gray industry.

However, there are still many people who secretly buy other people's lives and experience different lives.

In the Western world, similar businesses are even almost on the surface.

But in the Eastern world, this business is very secretive and requires someone to recommend it to get started.

Of course, Ke Xiaoliang came here not just to experience different lives.

Instead, it is necessary to activate one of his 'features'.

Over the years, he has always had a dream repeatedly.

He told a lot of things in his dream.
Chapter completed!