Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"I never expected that you would know my Buddhist name. This shows that we are destined to meet."

"Such a beautiful night, let's find another place to rest and cultivate."

The witch continued talking to herself and then suddenly picked him up by the waist.

Princess hug!

That's not the point. The point is that he entered the dream in a "legitimate" state this time.

When the witch picked him up, he felt a sudden lightness and floating sensation.

The witch's arms held him firmly around the waist, radiating an undeniable strength.

His body gently left the ground, as if flying between the blue sky and white clouds.

As the witch moved, a warm aura emanated from him.

Her warmth seeped through his clothes and onto his skin, as if quietly igniting his heart.

He could feel her heartbeat and breath, perfectly synchronized with his own, as if it were a tacit understanding without words.

At that moment, he felt as if time had slowed down.

He cast aside all the noise and worries around him and became completely absorbed in this little world.

The witch's natural fragrance wafted into his nostrils as she carried him in her arms.

This fragrance is intoxicating, like the allure of a flower petal gradually unfolding.

She exuded a unique and captivating fragrance, like a precious perfume, delicate and alluring.

It begins gently and subtly, gradually becoming richer over time.

First, it exudes a refreshing citrus scent, as if the pulp of an orange has been gently squeezed, releasing a refreshing aroma.

This alluring fragrance is full of feminine charm and attraction.

Its aura is both subtle and stimulating to primal impulses, delicate yet magnificent.

Nestled against the mountainside, the air is gentle and carries a faint, sweet fragrance.

What a pleasure...

After flying for some distance, they arrived at an unknown place and were placed on a bed that seemed extremely soft.

Even with his eyes covered, he was 100% certain that it was that soft bed big enough for six or seven people to roll around in together.

What kind of unknown fetish does this witch have that makes her so fond of that big bed?

Of all the times she's dreamed of this place, the only background that hasn't changed is this big bed.

Does that mean she prefers rolling around on top of it...?

He made malicious speculations.

I wonder what kind of person a real witch is.

Anyway, I was quite bold and open in my dreams.

Men love this kind of thing!

"In my dreams, I am invincible; no power can imprison or control me."

He dreamt again of constructing the power of rules in his mind, trying to break this damned, unknown confinement.

But it turned out to be nothing more than a fruitless and futile effort.

"Holy crap, what kind of dream rules are these?"

He was secretly very anxious and kept trying various methods.

He made no progress, but the witch's movements were not slow at all.

After entering the room and placing him on the soft bed, there was a rustling sound.

Then, he was embraced in a warm hug.

Being embraced by a witch is a feeling that is both intimate and evokes primal instincts.

It felt as if I was immersed in soft clouds.

Her warmth gradually spread over me, gentle and soothing.

He could clearly feel her warmth gradually seeping into his skin, as if a warm energy was flowing around his body.

This temperature, when it seeps into his body, brings not only warmth but also a sense of comfort and security, allowing him to relax completely.

This soft sense of oppression made him feel surrounded by the witch's presence, as if he were immersed in a warm and intimate atmosphere.

I wonder what she will think when she wakes up and recalls all of this.

The saying goes, "When a beautiful woman saves a hero, the hero will repay her with his own body," which is simply a matter of course.

But can we truly understand each other in dreams?

What if the dream is suddenly abruptly terminated halfway through?

He was very sure he wouldn't.

But now it's uncertain.

At the same time, the darkness also added a touch of mystery and an atmosphere of barely suppressed impulse.

This was the second time he had been embraced by the witch.

In fact, this kind of action is not only a physical enjoyment, but also a fusion of emotions.

It brings a sense of intimacy and connection, allowing both people to feel close to each other and a gentle blend of warmth.

This posture makes the connection between the two people even closer, as if they have become an inseparable whole.

"Witch, wake up! If you don't stop, don't blame me for re-entering your body after the dream ends."

No matter how he threatened, it had no effect whatsoever.

The witch seemed to have entered a state of self-forgetful madness.

In this state, she could cross the final line between the two at any moment.

After all, at this moment, the boundary between the two was very, very thin.

No, he must make the most of this rare opportunity to enter the dream and cultivate properly.

How can you think about such things?

What was that faint hint of anticipation?

Sure enough, women only slow down my cultivation.

Chapter 99 [Wearing Black Stockings] (Please Subscribe)

"what……"

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying and hysterical sound wave shook the surrounding space, creating cracks.

At the very last moment, just as she reached the doorway, the witch finally awoke from her slumber.

Thus, an extremely powerful attack, approaching the power of a terrestrial deity, occurred.

"what are you doing!"

Her eyes were like a cold, sharp sword, gleaming with murderous intent and destructive power.

If looks could kill, he would have been pierced through and utterly destroyed by the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One move by now.

Her pupils narrowed and sharpened, as if to devour everything, a cold killing intent flowing within them, like a dark flame burning in her eyes.

Her eyes revealed a cruelty and coldness, revealing the darkest side of her heart without any concealment.

From her eyes, Fan Zui could sense the distorting and growing aura of death, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"What the hell do you want to ask me?!"

His tone and expression were equally sharp and insane, as if he were about to kill.

His feeling now went beyond simply taking off his pants; he had already touched the door.

But at that crucial final moment, everything came to an abrupt end.

From initial clarity and resistance to later confusion and fascination, he has gradually accepted the outcome of his dream.

He accepted it even if the dream was forcibly terminated and he returned to reality.

At least let's experience and verify the truth or falsehood of the rules of dreams firsthand.

If we could really become soulmates, that would be wonderful. At worst, I could just marry her later.

However, to everyone's surprise, the witch suddenly woke up at this moment.

Everything stopped in an instant; the progress was just a hair's breadth away from bleeding...

Seeing his terrifying, bloodshot eyes that seemed to want to devour her whole, Li Hanqiu was slightly taken aback.

At the same time, she instantly absorbed and organized everything that happened in her dream that night.

Suddenly, everything was forbidden and silence fell.