Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

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The surroundings were quiet and still, and the two of them were immersed in a special atmosphere.

They could feel each other's heartbeats.

It's an indescribable intimacy and tacit understanding.

The sound of a heartbeat permeated the air, seemingly becoming more pronounced in the silence.

Their heartbeats mingled in the air, creating a wondrous harmony.

Their different rhythms and strengths intertwine to create a moving melody.

This resonance allowed the two to gradually calm their anger, and at the same time feel a tacit understanding and resonance that needs no words, as if they could understand each other's inner world through the sound of their heartbeats.

In this tranquil moment, the two seemed to become a part of each other's souls.

They could hear each other's heartbeats, a communication without words. The sound of their heartbeats bound two people who would otherwise never have met, as if they had become an inseparable whole in each other's arms.

"How about...we continue?"

The witch suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly as she tentatively asked.

Actually, she was also starting to lose control of her primal urges.

Who says women have no needs?

When women need something, men are no longer needed; it's usually men who have to lean on the wall to walk.

In an instant, Fan Zui's words, such as "Okay," "Come on," and "Give it a try," all came to his throat.

He could easily utter these words of agreement with just a slight opening of his mouth.

This would allow them to continue the important task of reproduction in the higher-level animal world that they hadn't finished earlier.

"Release my binding power."

However, the words that came out of his mouth ultimately turned into a statement that had nothing to do with primitive movement.

This left the witch stunned for a while. She looked deeply at the man in front of her, who was clearly on the verge of losing control but still chose to follow his heart. She couldn't help but think more highly of him.

At the same time, she became more and more convinced that he was the person she had been searching for for more than ten years.

She got up to get dressed, only to find that there wasn't a single piece of clothing around her that was intact or even wearable.

So, even she, as crazy as she was, couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly at her earlier loss of control and madness.

It's so crazy!

"Um... can you imagine a few outfits for me? My current clothes are too worn out."

She whispered.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui was speechless for a moment, but then a question suddenly came to mind.

In his dreams, he seemed to be able to conjure up things he knew, but the witch seemed unable to.

This is probably his "privilege" as the one who enters the dream, or rather, he has mastered some kind of dream rule.

"Black stockings, swimsuits, miniskirts, lingerie."

The moment the thought crossed his mind, several pieces of clothing indeed fell from the sky.

"How can you wear these weird clothes? And don't you feel ashamed wearing them?"

"Wear it or not, it's up to me. That's all I can think of."

A series of sounds of washing up and getting dressed rang out. Before long, she seemed to be fully dressed and then began to try to release his sealing power.

However, the witch's trial lasted for half a day but she was unable to free him from his confinement.

At first, he thought that the witch was deliberately making things difficult for him or was unwilling to tell him this rule of the dream, so she pretended not to understand.

But as time went on, she realized that she really couldn't break free from this binding force.

"Am I supposed to lie here for six or seven hours...?"

Just thinking about that outcome made him feel incredibly frustrated.

It seems that in the end, he can only rely on himself to figure out and break through the power of this rule.

The witch also helped come up with a solution.

However, the witch had already put on her swimsuit and put black stockings on him, while letting out a rather appreciative "giggle" laugh.

Every now and then, I can't help but grope him a little, doing harmless little things to take advantage of him.

"In my dream, my soul is immortal and invincible, and my soul leaves my body!"

After countless attempts, he finally had one thought in mind, and sure enough, he felt a sudden sense of ease throughout his body, instantly breaking free from the binding force.

"Uh……"

He seemed to understand something, yet he also seemed not to.

She ripped off the black veil covering her eyes.

Looking towards the four states, all one could see was pitch black.

The endless night at this moment.

He lay down on that familiar, soft bed.

Upon seeing the black stockings she was wearing, her lips twitched involuntarily.

Then, he tore it to shreds and conjured new clothes to wear.

After finishing everything, he turned his gaze to the witch, rubbing his hands together and saying:

"Explain yourself. Did you do something to tamper with your dream before it happened?"

Looking at him, now freed from confinement, Li Hanqiu showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he said meaningfully:

"Do you want to fight, or do you want to focus on your cultivation?"

She would never pass on the dream rules she had figured out on her own to this bastard in front of her.

Otherwise, how will we deal with him next time?

However, faced with the immense temptation of such primal human urges, he was still able to choose to follow his heart and bottom line.

This man's self-control is terrifying.

Maybe I should just give in to him next time...

Chapter 100 [Half-Step Chaos Spiritual Treasure]

After weighing the options, he naturally chose to cultivate.

Nothing could stop him from continuing his spiritual practice and from maintaining his firm resolve.

Singing the lyrics "Nothing can stop me," he found an open space and began his spiritual practice.

However, I changed my clothes first.

It's not like a grown man could actually be practicing meditation while wearing black stockings.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

During the precious time he spent cultivating in the following period, the witch indeed did not disturb him any further, but instead created a quiet environment suitable for his cultivation.

This made him wonder if the witch might have some mental issues.

Sometimes I suddenly feel that this witch is actually quite nice.

For practitioners, time passes very quickly.

Often, a great spiritual practitioner may have lived for a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

This is roughly what is meant by "time flies".

I had only been practicing for a short while, and had just entered a state of deep meditation and enlightenment. When I woke up, it was almost time for the dream to end.

"Among the younger generation, you are the one who enters a state of enlightenment most easily and most frequently, as I have ever seen."

The witch couldn't help but express her praise.

"What's so difficult about that? Can't you just close your eyes and get in?"

He knew, of course, that sudden enlightenment was not easy, but he still spoke in a seemingly relaxed manner.

Sure enough, the witch became somewhat indignant upon hearing this.

"I suspect you're showing off your talent."

"You don't need to doubt it."

Seeing that she was glaring at him and seemed about to attack, Fan Zui quickly changed his attention and said with a sneer:

"What's the use of entering a state of enlightenment a lot? It's not like you've entered it a lot."

He heard the sound of his knuckles creaking when he clenched his fist.

Have you heard about the City of Daughters?

She ultimately didn't make a move, but instead suddenly asked him a question that caught him off guard.