Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

However, he clearly remembered that there were many families living here during the day.

At the time, some people were pointing at him and whispering about him.

But when night fell, the place was deserted and empty.

call!

The Blazing Spear instantly appeared in his hand.

The blazing flames finally brought him some warmth, dispelling much of the chill.

The flames illuminated the surroundings, but could not ease the furrowed brow on his face.

Where did the oranges go?

What exactly is going on.

Today, Ju Zi stayed by his side the whole time, and kept holding onto his sleeve without letting go.

Now, however, he has disappeared without a trace.

What about that severed hand?

Fuck!

Holding the Blazing Spear, he returned to his previous position, but could no longer find the severed arm.

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, following the location in his memory where the little girl had cried and run away earlier that day.

Sure enough, we saw a house.

He kicked it away.

Sure enough, there was nothing there.

It seems he's either gone mad, or he's in a hallucination, or he's dreaming.

However, what Fan Zui didn't know was that as he came out of the house to leave, inside the dilapidated house, in the darkness, a figure holding clothes and a bag of candy was silently watching him...

Returning to the inn, it was exactly the same as always.

However, the boss and the three women were still nowhere to be seen.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to burn everything down.

Let all falsehoods have nowhere to hide and simply vanish.

A single fire is enough to destroy everything.

Gripping the Blazing Spear tightly in his hand, he didn't take the stairs, but instead leaped lightly, preparing to jump to the eighth floor.

He wanted to go to his room to check.

However, when he jumped with all his might, he only managed to bounce once in place.

He probably won't even get over a meter in that high jump.

"I rely on!"

I tried again, but I still couldn't jump. I was completely devastated.

He realized that here, one's cultivation level would be greatly suppressed by the power of the rules.

With his Phoenix Realm cultivation level here, he's practically a weakling, even weaker than an ordinary person.

Only now did I realize that the City of Daughters was shrouded in some kind of powerful force of the laws of heaven and earth.

Those methods that seem capable of destroying the void at will are all ineffective here.

Let alone shattering the void, even the barriers of space are difficult to shake.

Moreover, if that short, skeletal man who emptied the chamber pot was indeed the lecherous emperor from ten thousand years ago, then it would be understandable why he had no cultivation at all.

But that doesn't make sense. There are fluctuations of cultivation within me, but when I use them, their power is greatly reduced.

However, that short, withered old man, who looked like a skeleton, must have been quite remarkable to have survived in the city of daughters.

He can indeed be considered the only man in the city of women.

If the men from the outside world knew how strange this place was, would they still want to be the only men in the Kingdom of Women?

Since he can't fly, he can only climb stairs.

I made my way up to the eighth floor, but when I looked down from the corridor, I couldn't see anything.

All around were swirling clouds and mist, creating a rather eerie atmosphere.

It felt like the whole world had suddenly gone silent, and he was the only one left alive.

All around, however, there was an indescribable sense of terror and eeriness, as well as an endless unknown.

His room was normal, and it seemed that no one had been there.

Upon entering, the room was surprisingly dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Everything is unknown, and nothing can be explained.

So, let's stay here for the night.

We'll talk about it when it's light.

Ever since he lost his severed arm, he had suddenly felt extremely sleepy, and it kept flooding into his mind.

If it weren't for a strong will, he probably would have already closed his eyes outside.

At this moment, back in the room, it seemed as if I had finally found a little bit of safety. I closed the door and windows, and the howling wind outside finally subsided a lot.

He decided to rest first and then talk about it.

I'll also take this opportunity to verify my guess and see if my timeline is really reversed.

The best way to verify this is to see if you enter a dream tonight and see the witch. No matter how strange things are outside, the system will not make a mistake.

Even if he is in an illusion, he will enter a dream when the time comes.

That's the power of the system.

After a quick wash, I went to the bedside.

The bed curtains had been drawn, and it was time to rest.

puff!

The extremely bizarre scene before him caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bed curtains.

On the bed, a figure that looked exactly like him was fast asleep.

No, they are not exactly the same.

He was certain that it was him.

But who is he?

The art of soul separation?

The powerful visual and psychological impact finally caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Is this a dream?

Is this an illusion?

No, it's not.

He reached out and pinched the bloodstain; it was real.

It's all true.

Looking at the other side of the pillow, Orange was also fast asleep, a faint smile on her face.

It's probably a dream about something good.

His gaze fell on himself again; he was swaying precariously, his teeth chattering.

Just as he was about to touch it, everything suddenly went black and he fainted.

I was so tired that I finally couldn't stay awake any longer.

Even as he slowly closed his eyes, he was still devastated.

In this world, in everything around us, what is real and what is fake...?

Chapter 71 [The Witch Builds a Harem] (Bonus Chapter 2)

[P.S.: I'm adding an extra chapter during the featured period, and I need everyone's support, thank you!]

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In a dizzying moment, the surrounding environment changed, and he found himself in another world.

And this is where the dream is located.

Looking around, it seemed as if some major celebration was taking place, and the whole world was celebrating.

It wasn't until I pulled aside a person rushing about joyfully to ask that I learned today was the day the Empress ascended the throne.