I can find treasures in my dreams

Linjiang City.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

It was the time when the lights were just coming on.

After less than two hours of continuous flight, the Peregrine Falcon "flight" that Yang Fan took finally arrived above Yuewan Community.

At this time, the city was a hazy scene of night rain.

"Guji!"

The Peregrine Falcon cried and began to hover in the air.

Yang Fan held the shuttle and his figure disappeared in an instant.

A moment later.

His figure appeared silently in his home.

"Meow~"

The furry child No. 1 cried and quickly got under the sofa. This was the territory it had circled.

With the help of his cat partner's eyes, Yang Fan could observe the situation at home without any obstacles, and it was naturally easy to jump over.

He looked around and smiled: "Finally I'm back."

He really relaxed when he returned home.

"Bang! Bang!"

The familiar footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Yang Fan put down his backpack and looked up slightly.

He had already heard that it was Zhao Xiaolong's footsteps.

Soon.

The child's voice came: "Sister, Yang Fan seems to have not gone out all day today."

Zhao Xiaoying's tone was angry and embarrassed: "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me whether Yang Fan goes out or not?"

Zhao Xiaolong was young after all, and did not understand the principle of "seeing through but not speaking out": "Then why are you always looking out the window? Do you think I can't see..."

Before he finished speaking.

He was interrupted.

"Hu~"

This is the sound of wind.

"Ah!"

This is the scream of a child.

"Okay, okay, you two stop making trouble."

Finally, it was a helpless female voice.

In Yang Fan's mind, a picture was instantly outlined:

Zhao Xiaoying kicked with a flying kick, bringing a wisp of wind, just passing by the tip of her brother's nose.

Zhao Xiaolong was frightened and screamed, and directly adopted the strategy of "crouching with his head in his arms".

Then the mother Zhao Aixia walked between the two children and separated them.

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile: "The wonderful uses of the wind spirit ability are more than I thought."

Before the fusion of this ability, he couldn't do it anyway, and he could only judge what happened by the sound of the wind.

He thought about it, activated the ability and shared the vision of the squirrel Dama.

The figures of the Zhao family of four immediately came into his sight.

Zhao Xiaoying's slender figure is still particularly eye-catching and can't be ignored.

Especially a pair of long legs, the beauty and strength are perfectly integrated together, which gives people a very deep impression.

Yang Fan took a look and said, "Huh": "The long-legged girl's ability potential seems to have improved a lot."

He estimated and nodded lightly: "In half a month to twenty days, she should be able to awaken a physical ability."

With his current strong eyesight, there are few people in the entire Canglan Star who can compare with him, and this judgment cannot be wrong.

After a rest.

Yang Fan lay on the sofa and began to use the copying method to temper his spirit.

That is:

Use mental power as a pen to copy two original astrological images.

Half an hour passed.

Yang Fan suddenly felt something strange: "The attribute growth is too fast, and the state of mental emptiness seems to have improved a little."

This is obviously the effect of the copying method.

He showed a strange look: "I thought it would take at least a week for my physical condition to recover, but now it seems that three days will be enough."

Yang Fan sat up and whispered softly: "It seems that the mystery of the original astrological image is much more than I expected."

"Dong! Dong!"

The light footsteps came from the roof again.

The rhythm of the footsteps is obviously much more stable than that of ordinary people.

It was the footsteps of the long-legged girl.

Yang Fan suddenly had an idea: "I have been thinking about the original astrological image these days, and I have figured out a few simple training methods. Why not use Zhao Xiaoying as a test subject to improve it?"

He made a decision in his heart: "Let's do it."

*

In the dead of night.

Zhao Xiaoying made a steady breathing sound.

Da Mao crawled out of the squirrel's nest, nimbly climbed to the pillow of the long-legged girl, and gently shook his furry tail.

A little invisible light came out of the squirrel's body and sank into the forehead of the long-legged girl.

Not long after.

Zhao Xiaoying's eyes rolled, and then she had an extremely strange dream.

In the dream.

It was raining heavily.

She stood on the roof of Building 12, following a vague figure, practicing a few strange moves.

Raindrops floated down from the sky, but no rain fell around the vague figure.

I don't know how long it took.

Zhao Xiaoying heard a voice: "Do you remember it?"

She quickly responded: "Remember it!"

Then.

The dream was covered by the rain curtain.

Zhao Xiaoying suddenly woke up.

She recalled the scene in the dream, a little confused: "Why did I have such a dream?"

It was still dark at this time.

The sound of "pa pa" raindrops continued to come.

It was raining heavily outside.

Zhao Xiaoying couldn't sleep, so she got up and started practicing the moves in her dream.

These moves were so clear that they seemed to be engraved in her mind. She couldn't help but want to try them.

After practicing them over and over again.

Zhao Xiaoying was surprised and delighted: "There seems to be a heat flow between my chest and abdomen. These moves are really effective?"

She felt a little hot, so she took off her coat and practiced in her underwear.

A pair of long, white legs, more and more eye-catching.

Da Mao lay in the corner, staring at Zhao Xiaoying without blinking, acting as the owner's live camera.

Downstairs.

Yang Fan stared at the long legs for a while, and consciously disconnected the spiritual connection.

Although he is not a gentleman, he is not a vulgar embryo, and he will not use his superpowers to do such boring things.

He couldn't help shaking his head: "Don't take off all the time, what a bad habit!"

Yang Fan turned over and muttered: "It does have the effect of stimulating superpowers, but there is still room for improvement. Think about it again tomorrow."

He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon.

After dawn.

Yang Fan had breakfast and went downstairs with a garbage bag to take out the garbage.

In the elevator hall on the first floor.

He happened to meet Zhao Xiaoying and her brother who were coming back from a walk.

Zhao Xiaolong greeted enthusiastically: "Hello, brother!"

Zhao Xiaoying also nodded and greeted: "Good morning!"

Yang Fan replied "Good morning" and found something strange.

The long-legged girl looked at him with a evasive look, and her pretty face was slightly flushed.

Yang Fan looked puzzled.

What happened to this girl today?

It was really strange!

But he didn't think much about it and went to take out the trash.

In the back.

Zhao Xiaoying was a little absent-minded.

She had only one thought in her mind: "The vague shadow that taught me in the dream, how come the outline is a little like Yang Fan?"

Although she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, with her extremely keen female intuition, the girl noticed something unusual.

Zhao Xiaolong noticed the abnormality of his sister and asked curiously: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Xiaoying was half a beat late before answering: "Nothing."

Zhao Xiaolong didn't dare to ask again.

After Zhao Xiaoying returned home, she went directly to the window, looked down, and saw a familiar figure walking towards the gate of the community.

She whispered in a very low voice: "Going fishing again so early?"

Zhao Xiaolong stared at his sister's back and curled his lips quietly: "A woman who says one thing but means another!"

*

Beside the Lanjiang River.

The vast sea of ​​smoke and waves.

As the temperature rose rapidly, the ice on the river melted, and the Lanjiang River regained its surging momentum of "the great river flows eastward".

Although Yang Fan could not add points for the time being, it did not prevent him from killing fish to accumulate spiritual energy points.

He walked to the river bank and met a familiar face - Lao Ganzi.

Lao Ganzi greeted him warmly: "Xiao Yang, I haven't seen you for a few days. Where have you been?"

Yang Fan smiled and told the truth: "I was busy killing mutant creatures. I just finished the task and came back to rest."

Lao Ganzi was annoyed: "Go away. How can you talk nonsense at such a young age?!"

Yang Fan kindly reminded: "Uncle Ganzi, there are poisonous mosquitoes recently. You'd better not come to the river to fish."

Lao Ganzi patted his chest and said nonsense: "My pole is enough to knock down all the immortals and Buddhas in the sky, let alone the poisonous mosquitoes."

Yang Fan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "When the poisonous mosquitoes come, you will only cry for your parents, and you will knock down all the immortals and Buddhas in the sky?"

He ignored Lao Ganzi, walked along the river bank for a while, and started fishing for spiritual source value.

At the same time.

Yang Fan's mind flew to the Crow's Nest on the other side of the city.

Now that Mr. Ghost has temporarily left the stage, it is Mr. Spirit Crow's turn to shine.

Compared to a few days ago, Dongling Park, where the Crow's Nest is located, has undergone obvious changes.

The entire park was completely blocked off, and more cameras were installed inside and outside the park.

A large area of ​​mobile cabins was built in an open space hundreds of meters away from the Crow's Nest.

A beautiful metal fence was erected one hundred meters around the Crow's Nest.

An automatic feeding device for food and water was set up inside the fence, and there were even several soldiers patrolling nearby.

This was obviously the work of the Blade Special Forces.

Yang Fan smiled: "The official's attention to Mr. Ling Ya seems to have increased a lot."

He immediately issued an order: "Liu Hei, start the action."

He had another dream last night.

Although the dream was just a small thing, he still planned to do something.

"Quack!"

The crow cried.

Ling Ya Liu Hei flapped his wings and flew to the eastern part of the city.

The Blade's personnel immediately discovered the abnormality.

Several drones took off and followed Liu Hei.

Yang Fan showed a hint of playfulness: "I don't know what I am going to do next. Will the Blade support me or oppose me?"

If they support, we will still be friends in the future.

If he objects, he will choose to part ways with him.

Yang Fan threw out the fishing line, watched the hook fall into the water, and said softly: "Mr. Ling Ya, you have your own way."