He never could sense the existence that was too dangerous.

Even the strongest one among the sub-angels.

The threat level is not even touched by the tail of the double-headed dragon.

This made Roger more confused about the nature of the curse.

"Is it possible..."

"Amber's Dream is to ask someone with a destiny to come and have a sleep?"

Roger couldn't figure it out.

The vigilance in my heart has been raised even higher.

...

It's night.

Roger was still sleeping alone outside the camping ground.

Said it was sleeping in the open.

In fact, he didn't plan to go to bed at all.

With the support of the "Energy Overflow" expertise.

Roger can now be at least a week without his eyes.

He was walking around outside the Hongpao camp.

I want to see if any unlucky guy was cursed tonight.

It's just until dawn.

He didn't encounter a curse attack either.

Instead, he was a little sleepy.

Just think of this.

Roger couldn't help but yawn.

But the next second.

He slapped himself hard!

"How could I be sleepy?"

"I'm in a state of overflowing energy!"

Next second.

It seemed as if a powerful force had wrapped him up.

Drag his body in the direction of the ruins!

The surrounding scenery has also become blurred-

The left is yellow.

The right side is green.

It seems to have entered the world of oil painting.

It's "Amber Dream"!

Just the moment Roger gritted his teeth and prepared to hand over his experience.

A lot of red messages suddenly flashed on the data bar.

...

"Tip: The curse of 'Amber Dream' on you begins to take place"

...

"Warning: A powerful force is pulling you to an unknown place. Do you choose to automatically upgrade the ring?"

...

"Tip: 'Amber Dream' is invalid"

...

"Tip: Sinti drove out the curse for you. He now looks a little exhausted and needs some water nourishment."

...

That powerful force disappeared instantly.

In an instant.

Roger seemed to return to reality from the illusion.

Look at the records on the data bar.

His consciousness quickly sank into the "Turt Bag".

More than twenty seconds passed.

Roger found the 2166th grid.

In the grid.

But I saw Xiandi leaning on two pieces of the corpse of the red-robed mage, one left and one right.

His face was filled with exhaustion.

Roger quickly took him out and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"How are you now?"

He asked with concern.

Xiandi lay there in a silence.

Roger asked several times.

He suddenly came to life and shouted:

"I'm going to die!"

"I'm going to die!"

Roger hurriedly handed over two carrots.

Xiandi started to chew the carrots in her arms, and cried out while chewing:

"I'm going to be exhausted!"

"Master, can you tell me how many grids this storage device has?"

Roger looked ashamed:

“There are currently 6080.”

Xiandi's nose twitched, as if she could smell the uneasy smell:

"at present?"

Roger said honestly:

"Yes."

“I once had a plan for Wangebao.”

Xiandi shivered when she heard this.

After a while.

He just recovered:

"once?"

"In other words, you are not going to make a Wange bag now, are you?"

Roger nodded and said:

"That's right."

"I recently revised this plan."

Xiandi said with relief:

“That’s acceptable…”

Roger coughed:

"But my revised plan is a hundred thousand latches..."

Xiandy's eyes widened.

His throat joints swayed quickly, as if thousands of words were about to burst out.
To be continued...