Vol 5 Chapter 250: Ways to Leave the Dreamland

Buffy's refreshing agent can significantly enhance the user's brain power. It is a powerful refreshing agent and a prescription potion. In most cases, it needs the supervision of a professional therapist to take it.
A demulcent, a potion used to calm emotions and relieve anxiety.
Tranquilizers, when taken after the soul has been shocked and frightened, can heal injuries and keep people calm.
The holy water of Lourdes, known as the most powerful healing agent in the Pyrenees, can strengthen the soul of the user, and its effects include purification, healing, and evil.
The full moon owl can speed up meditation and recovery after night use.
Zheng Qing counted out all the potions that could be used from the gray cloth bag, and after a simple analysis of the conflict of effects, he used all of them. The effect is very significant. Under the action of these potions, the painful head almost immediately returned to normal. He even felt that he could visualize the rune gun at any time, and then fire ten or eight blood rune bullets.
But the side effects are also obvious.
After these potions were poured into his stomach, only three seconds later, a strong sense of sleepiness surged. Zheng Qing didn't even have time to say a few words to Zhu Si, only muttered "It's finished", closed his eyes, fell back and fell asleep soundly.
A second later, there was a clear snoring under the oak tree.
Zhu Si was startled by the wizard's sudden fall and loud snoring. The peeping gazes in the woods also quietly disappeared from the sudden snoring.
The ancestors thought that the red-robed wizard was praying to their god-for these simple-minded dream creatures, this is a logical guess-and any prayer is sacred and dangerous, because the gods We will cast our eyes on their believers in prayer.
The ancestors will never expose their figure to the eyes of the gods.
Zhu Si quickly recovered.
"It looks like I can't leave before dawn!"
She looked up at the hazy night, sighed heavily, tightened her robes, and then bent over, holding Zheng Qing laboriously, helping him to lie in the soft mushroom bushes, making him sleep more Be more comfortable.
Then, she sat beside Zheng Qing in a proper manner, holding the small mirror in her hand, looking around vigilantly. The mouse wizard, wearing a pointed wizard hat and holding a match-sized wand in his hand, jumped back and forth on the little witch, firing a golden spark into the air from time to time.
Zhu Si intends to help the night watch.
But she overlooked a very important thing.
Snoring is contagious.
Zheng Qing's resounding grunt was long and rhythmic. As she listened, the little witch's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Soon, her head was tilted on Zheng Qing's belly, and the small purring sound followed. The mouse wizard hid his nose in the peaked cap and snored.
The grunts of all sizes came and went one after another.
The small mirror that she had been holding in the palm of her hand, dripping with a dim light, shrouded like a veil on the two sleeping wizards.
The clear light flooded the woodland, moisturizing the mushroom. A few sturdy mushrooms shook their heads and shook their heads, and pulled out long slender legs and feet from the humus layer. They picked up the dead branches on the ground, like soldiers holding long spears, and began to patrol around the two wizards in full force.
The ancestors looked at the mushroom little people who suddenly grew legs and feet, and became more in awe, moving a little further away from this magical place.
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The night enveloped the entire world, and melodious prayers came from the temple in Uzzah.
Those prayers are not the rituals and believers chanting scriptures or singing songs, nor are they coming from rotating sutra drums or knots flicked by fingertips. It was a dense and chaotic cat sound.
Jiang Yu stood at the temple window and looked out.
As far as I can see, between the wide square and the canine-toothed lanes, there are countless cats of different sizes and colors crouching, with their yellow and green eyes open, forming an ocean of mystery and strangeness.
Circle after circle, row after row, the purring of the cats from far and near, and the melodious prayers in the temple of Uzza, echoed in the heart of every wizard.
Perhaps it was these prayers that got the eyes of the gods.
Maybe it's just the effect of the cat's snoring sound.
Jiang Yu's anxiety and anxiety were slowly resolved, and his thoughts became clearer.
Not far behind, the Great Elder Attar in the temple was sitting cross-legged and sitting on the ground. Zhang Jixin was hooking up with him, holding a wine glass in his hand, laughing, while Fatty Xin kept reading from his watch. Take out bottle after bottle of fine wine.
Green bee, amber light, kraken rum, butter honey, and even some of the specialties he bought earlier at the market in Usa, moon wine sold by a group of ancestors, and mushroom wine brewed by a farmer.
Large and small wine bottles filled the floor.
There are peanuts, chicken skeletons and beef jerky on a plate beside the wine bottle.
The fat man is responsible for providing drinks and ingredients, Zhang Jixin is responsible for eating and drinking, Xiao Xiao holding his black notebook, knocking sideways, chatting with the elder Attar, UU reading www.uukanshu.com tries to get more from him. A little more privacy.
For example, are there any deals reached between Dreamland and those monsters?
For example, is there a special channel for them to contact their captain in the Temple of Usa?
Another example is the way to leave the dream world.
"...Leaving...hiccup...The path to the dreamland is different. Some people fall from the sky, some come out of a tree hole, and some people are holding a boat, crossing the endless sea, coming from the other side...but , Hiccup, leave, leave the dreamland, there are very few ways."
"Or you died and sneaked back from a blank place... Hiccup, don't ask me what a blank land is. If you don't know where the wizard can't walk from there... Or you find a new gap in space, this possibility It’s less likely to escape from the hunting of Yogesothos...Of course, you can also find Ngualla...hiccup."
Having said that, Elder Attar seemed to be aware of something. He shook his head, blinked his red eyes, and turned his attention from the chat to the salted frog on the plate: "Well, it's a rare delicious... …People in Uzza City prefer to eat chicken drumsticks. Few people eat this kind of food."
"Ngualla?" Fatty Xin took out a new bag of dried frogs from his watch-he didn't pay attention to the taste, took out a bag of dried candied frogs-at the same time thoughtfully: "This name sounds familiar. ."
"I seem to have heard it somewhere." Zhang Jixin raised the wine glass in his hand and touched the glass in Elder Atal's hand again: "But this is not the point!"
He waved his hand vigorously, with great momentum: "The point is, we have to screw off that banshee's head and kick it!"
"When the ball is kicked!" The old man Attar smiled and raised the amber light in the cup, drank it, and then slapped his lips with endless thoughts: "...Damn demon, world."