After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

This time, Zhang Miaomiao landed in a strange dormitory.

The bedroom was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, and the sunlight slanted out from the hollow window sills, leaving specks of tiny light in the room.

After the previous two dream experiences, Zhang Miaomiao immediately realized that she was entering someone else's dream.

Why does she always end up in other people's dreams when she sleeps?

Zhang Miaomiao thought for a while.

In fact, Zhang Miaomiao was not surprised that she could always fall asleep during this period.

In the Cultivation Continent, there are some magic cultivators who are proficient in spiritual spells.

Some specialize in illusions in order to release illusions during a duel, disturb the opponent's state of mind, disrupt their offensive pace, and secretly deliver a fatal blow from the side to win;

Some simply invade the sea of ​​consciousness, which is the so-called dreaming, and explore the opponent's weaknesses in the opponent's dream.

Due to the lack of aggressiveness in the dream, it is usually used to assist other mental attack spells.

Zhang Miaomiao wondered if it was because he had reached the foundation building stage and thus awakened his talent for spiritual magic.

The female voice he heard in Luo Qingqing's dream flashed through his mind again.

She said that in her dreams, she could gain power by absorbing fear.

Zhang Miaomiao explored the Ling Mansion and was surprised to find that her cultivation was about to reach the middle stage of foundation building!

This is no faster than her cultivation in Lingxi Cave! ?

Zhang Miaomiao was delighted, but immediately realized the problem.

Fear...she had to bring fear to others first.

But the previous two times, because the dreams themselves were nightmares, it was not difficult to fear the dream owner, but this time the dream was obviously not a nightmare.

Zhang Miaomiao took a closer look at the situation in the house.

This bedroom is more like a woman's room. The mattress on the couch is tender and tender, and the carvings are exquisite. A full-length bronze mirror stands on the west side, and an expensive marble table is placed in the center of the room.

Zhang Miaomiao took a closer look and saw that there were famous people's dharma stickers and ten directions of precious inkstones on the case. In the center, there was a white jade alchemy furnace, and curls of green smoke were floating out from the small holes in the beacon lid.

It seems that the owner of the dream is an alchemy cultivator.

How to bring fear to an alchemist?

Zhang Miaomiao's eyes moved towards the alchemy furnace on the table. Second Senior Brother once said that alchemy furnaces are very expensive. This white jade alchemy furnace is worth a lot at first glance.

How about she smash the white jade alchemy furnace first?

No, no, if the alchemy furnace is smashed, it will only make people feel distressed. She should just pretend to be a ghost.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from outside the door.

Zhang Miaomiao became nervous. She looked left and right, then went into the cupboard to hide.

She decided that when the master came in, he would take advantage of her to scare her. She didn't want to scare her until the dream collapsed. She could absorb as much fear as possible.

Soon, the owner of the dream entered the room with brisk steps. Zhang Miaomiao looked through the crack of the cabinet and saw a cute little Danxiu with an eyebrow and white teeth, playing with the pen and ink on the desk.

Damn it, she couldn't bear to intimidate such a good girl.

The little Danxiu spoke in a soft and sweet voice, just like a bird. She held her forehead, blew the ink on the brush, and murmured to herself, "Well, how do I confess to Senior Brother Jun? How do I write it in such a way that I can't Doesn’t it seem abrupt?”

Senior Brother Jun? Couldn't it be Jun Letian? Zhang Miaomiao was suspicious.

Xiao Danxiu was writing hard and very seriously. At this moment, two more harsh and harsh voices came from outside the door.

"Have you seen Jun Wushu's face? Hahahahaha, it's really disgusting. I wonder how he will seduce our little junior sister in the future."

"Retribution, this is retribution. I don't know why so many junior sisters like him. I heard that his face was ruined like that, and many junior sisters threw themselves into his arms."

"Plenty of money. Money can make all the difference!"

Zhang Miaomiao deeply agreed. Jun Wushu's face can still enter the Hehuan Palace, it must be because of money.

However, what she didn't expect was that Xiao Danxiu, who was sitting in the chair, frowned when he heard this. She put down her pen and ink, stood up, and walked out of the dormitory.

Zhang Miaomiao could hear her roaring from inside the cabinet:

"Get out! Don't gossip at my door! How great do you think you are! You can't even compare to a finger of Senior Brother Jun!"

The sound was so loud that Zhang Miaomiao's body trembled.

Unexpectedly, she didn't scare anyone else, so Xiao Danxiu scared her again.

After Xiao Danxiu finished cursing, he returned to the room and continued writing confession poems. Her mood improved again, and her face turned red with embarrassment as she read the confession poem.

Zhang Miaomiao twitched her lips, realizing that Xiao Danxiu wanted to confess to Jun Wushu.

Forget about Jun Wushu's ugly appearance, remembering that he once lewdly asked for a price to buy her for a few nights, and when she was rejected, he became so angry that he wanted to beat her. Zhang Miaomiao felt that Jun Wushu's character was also worrying.

Although she doesn’t know why Jun Wushu, who has no outward appearance and no inner heart, can attract Xiao Danxiu, Zhang Miaomiao feels responsible to expose his despicable character to Xiao Danxiu!

So Zhang Miaomiao opened the cabinet door and said righteously, "Girl, don't be deceived by Jun Wushu! Jun Wushu is no good at all!"

Xiao Danxiu turned his back to her, surprised as to why an outsider had entered the room. She turned around and was about to scold Zhang Miaomiao. After seeing Zhang Miaomiao's face clearly, she screamed, "Ghost--"

The next moment, the dream fell apart. Inhaling the purple air floating from Xiao Danxiu's chest, Zhang Miaomiao fell into a space full of crystal balls again.

no? Why?

Does she look so scary?

Zhang Miaomiao never thought that someone would be scared by looking at her face!

Ahhhhh, I’m so angry! Zhang Miaomiao frowned fiercely as she held the dimmed crystal ball. She was obviously very pretty!

Zhang Miaomiao touched her face and was about to praise her natural beauty, but was surprised to find that her face had become uneven for some reason. Her skin, which was originally as white as porcelain, smooth and tender, felt numb to the touch.

A bad feeling arose in her heart, Zhang Miaomiao touched her nose again, and her nose was crooked.

What the hell?

Holding up the crystal ball, Zhang Miaomiao looked at her face again in the dim crystal ball.

After taking a photo, I realized that her face looked as if it had been disfigured!

Dry! If Luo Qingqing was hit in the face in his dream, would his face also be disfigured in his spiritual consciousness?

Zhang Miaomiao was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

She comforted herself, don't be angry or not, just disfigure your consciousness if it's disfigured, it would be better to scare others.

But if she meets Luo Qingqing again, she will definitely disfigure her grandson's face!

Zhang Miaomiao suppressed the anger in her heart and picked through the many crystal balls.

Find someone timid this time who can take advantage of her disfigured face.

After choosing for a while, Zhang Miaomiao had not yet made her choice. At this time, a crystal ball that just glowed in the distance floated over. Zhang Miaomiao took a closer look and saw a face like black mist reflected above.

This, isn't this Long Yuan?

Can she still enter the sword spirit's dream?

Zhang Miaomiao was confused. However, dreams generally carry the memory of the dream owner. Maybe there was information about her father in Long Yuan's dream.

She stretched out her fingers and came to Long Yuan's dream in the next moment.