Lord of Eternal Darkness

The electronic clock hanging in the living room briefly emitted bird chirps every minute, ringing 25 times in total.

"Dear, our guests' dinner has been prepared. Do you want to have your meal now? Do you want to play music?"

The godson walked out of the kitchen, and text and voice broadcasts appeared on the electronic screen on his head, breaking the silence.

"No, let's start dinner now, I'll wake you up."

Li Xiaoming stood up and dusted his clothes.

St. Assad nodded, turned off the TV, and returned to his usual smile. It was unclear whether it was sincere or not.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After knocking on an iron door several times, the uncle woke up from his sleep.

It almost made Uncle Li Xiaoming sick.

"Oh, I'm old and my ears are no longer working. Please come over and ask me to eat. It reminds me of that boy Wang Ye." The old man jumped down from the floating seat and walked to the kitchen table.

"It's not bad, there are also seafood. Eat it with confidence, the most expensive one will only cost you one day's rent."

"Hey, take off your chopsticks quickly. There are knives and forks here. If there's anything you're not used to, just say it. By the way, do you want to drink?"

Saint Assad shook her head quickly, "My Lord once said that wine is the blood of God, and drinking it is disrespectful. Moreover, as my grandfather gets older, he should pay more attention to maintaining his body."

Uncle Zhang said: "I haven't seen anyone for a long time. You are happy today. Drink less. Young man, you can't refuse. If you drink this wine with me, the meal will be free. My grandson, you don't have to persuade me!" "

Li Xiaoming said, uncle, if you say that, then I won’t be polite and I will stay with you until the end.

After three rounds of wine, the five flavors of food are gone.

The uncle fell on the table, his face was red, sweat was pouring from his head, and the wine in his glass fell down and flowed out.

"Drink, I can drink another bottle."

The nanny robot said he was helpless. His godfather was always a good person and would not listen to him even if he told him not to drink because he was not feeling well.

Reluctantly, he helped the old man back to his room, and also prepared some sobering medicine.

Li Xiaoming looked at the half-full vodka left and sighed. The old man shouldn't drink so much.

I haven't even had two drinks and I'm already drunk and unconscious. Will I be able to save money on meals in the future? Well, forget it, this is too unethical.

"Hey, you really have to drink according to your ability. The wine table culture is really a dregs."

Li Xiaoming was not polite. He directly picked up the remaining half of the bottle and poured it into his mouth. Then he wiped his mouth and noticed that someone was looking at him.

Saint Assad sipped the juice and looked at Li Xiaoming.

"Are you usually so good at drinking?"

"No, I'm very resistant to alcohol, so I almost drink it as plain water. But this passive skill is useless. It may be used at dinners, so my brother doesn't think it's interesting to drink with me. Hiccup, finish your meal early and go to bed early. Get some rest."

"Okay, I've decided."

"Oh, what have you decided?"

St. Assad said charmingly: "I have decided to stay. Even if you drive me away, I will not leave. I must figure out what is wrong with you." The words are sonorous and powerful and there is no doubt about it.

"Whatever you want, I hope you won't regret it."

Li Xiaoming smiled and felt that the other party was like a child, so he coaxed: "Then let's compete to see who finishes it first. There is no prize."

After speaking, he put the last piece of chili-fried beef into his mouth with chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and looked at Saint Assad proudly.

"cunning."

St. Assad tried desperately to stuff food into her mouth with a knife and fork, and even choked.

Li Xiaoming reluctantly handed over the boiled water, "Eat slowly, it must be hard to stay with me these days, right? It's rare to have a good meal these days, so I'm going back to the room first.

"Leave the cleaning of the tableware to the robot. I wish you a sweet dream and a beautiful girl."

Xiaode buried his face and whispered: "No, that may be the last happy time in my life."

However, Li Xiaoming had already gone far away and did not hear anything. He opened the room with the key, threw himself on the soft big bed, and enjoyed himself quietly for a while.

Li Xiaoming suddenly thought that when he entered the hospital, all his luggage was put into St. Assad's necklace.

"Forget it, it's just some clothes anyway. I've put all the important things in my carry-on space. Then I should make preparations next."

Then he raised his hand in the air, and an old Desert Eagle appeared in his hand. Its silver-gray appearance was very eye-catching.

It is worthy of being pursued by most collectors and gun enthusiasts.

He held the gun and looked at it in the mirror. "He's quite handsome, but I don't know if his marksmanship has deteriorated."

The Desert Eagle is called a hunting pistol, and its shooting range is generally more than 100 meters. The caliber is about 11 mm, the weight is as high as 2 kilograms, the recoil is terrifying, the structure is complex, and the reliability is low and cannot cope with most situations.

Compared with current laser weapons, antique thermal weapons are indeed a bit outdated.

But there are a lot of them, they're easy to get, and they're very powerful after being enchanted.

It is simply a must-have for traveling, killing people and setting fires. It will never betray you and is a trustworthy partner.

He slowly wiped the gun, feeling the coldness turn into warmth.

I didn't even think about using this weapon, I just used it as a new trump card to reassure myself.

After all, I still refuse to take the initiative to kill people, but after hearing that the other party is a heinous person, I can still kill him.

"Well, maybe I'm just a nosy person, and I need to challenge myself within my capabilities. I hope I won't have another nightmare that predicts death."

Li Xiaoming put away the gun and slowly walked to the balcony window. The terrain here was quite high and the scenery was pretty good.

It was already dark at this time, and under the light, the colors were gorgeous, complex and bright.

See the charm of this city for the first time.

There are skyscrapers towering in the distance. The buildings on the street look a bit flat and shabby, but they are extremely lively, dotted with neon lights and billboards everywhere.

Together they make up this world of reinforced concrete.

This technologically advanced city has filled most people with hope, but has gradually sunk into gray despair.

"A little disappointed, I thought it was going to rain."

Li Xiaoming covered his head and threw himself on the bed. Although he was not drunk, his body still reacted to the alcohol and felt a little uncomfortable. He hoped that no nightmare would come.

He fell asleep, sleeping soundly, as usual.

Many people in the city have not yet fallen asleep. Their youth is burning in this feasting and feasting, numbing their confusion with lust and alcohol, hiding and obliterating their expectations for the future.

Or it may be reduced to ashes in a burst of joy, repeated every day, like mechanical parts in a factory.

Li Xiaoming is a nightmare master of the sixth level of dream master.

He has the ability to control other people's dreams, powerful psychological suggestions, and the ability to absorb dream essence. He can use his phantom-detecting eyes to see the truth, and it is easier than other professions to control three-dimensional beings - nightmare beasts.

The creature that signed the contract with him is very powerful, and he cannot even mention his name, otherwise it will be backlashed. He has the ability to control the elements of light and darkness and manipulate space.

With so many advantages and the trump card of light and darkness, he felt that he had the ability to solve all of this, whether it was immediate or future problems.

You can never guess the truth of the matter. George thought he could threaten others to do things for him. In fact, it was just someone doing it casually. Everyone was using each other. In the face of interests, he had a few friends and more. of enemies.

There was no doubt that he was dreaming again.

Fortunately, it's not a nightmare, it's just the reverberation of other people's dreams, like super-elastic glass beads, constantly hitting the cube space.

Although there is no substantial harm, after all, it is not the whispers of ancient gods and demons that can drive humans crazy.

But a lot of them can make people feel upset and unable to take a good rest.

"Ah, help me, there is no way to escape..."

"No, if I had money, I would hate..."

"Mine, all mine, kill you, pray, little baby, so beautiful..."

This city reveals its dark side, like the rotten core in an apple, and the chaotic and weird sounds seep into the brain like poison, preventing people from sleeping well.

Countless fragments of words, some fragmentary scenes like old movies, completely meaningless, but intermittently still vivid in my mind.

Li Xiaoming frowned and kept tossing and turning on the bed.

I could feel it before, but not as strongly or as much as this time.

It may be due to the advancement of strength, or maybe this city is originally made up of the sorrow of the unfortunate.

So, he woke up.

Touching the fine sweat on his forehead, the pillow was already wet with sweat. He felt his breathing was slightly short of breath, so he tiredly poured a glass of boiling water and opened the window to ventilate again.

"Huh, the feeling of this city is indeed as bad as Wang Ye said."

He lay on the balcony and watched the motorcycle racing gang in the distance, engaged in a life-and-death race. The roar of the engine shook the glass in the room.

The men and women were dressed strangely and kept shouting, but compared with the echoes of sleep, it was not that noisy.

"It would be great if I could control this power more accurately. I finally understand the troubles of those gods. It's really unbearable to have so many bad moods and prayers coming into my mind. Fortunately, I have stopped doing it a long time ago."

Li Xiaoming opened the door and looked at the locked door opposite.

The sleeping pills seemed to be in the bag, and the bag was in the other person's necklace.

Forget it, I won’t bother you if it’s late at night, let’s watch TV for a while.

Suddenly he heard a strange sound.

The collision of tables and chairs and the sound of conversation were vague, and the sound was suppressed very softly. Finally, something fell to the ground, and everything became quiet again.

Li Xiaoming dug his ears to make sure he had no auditory hallucinations and whether he had woken up from his dream.

"What's going on? It's not like the Nightmare Beast is lost. If you leave it alone, there will be trouble."

He used Meng Yuan to quickly wake up his brain, and then ran to the living room.

The kitchen was next to the living room and there was a light on, but it was dark inside the living room.

But that's not entirely true. There was also a flashlight emitting light, placed on the ground, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Before Li Xiaoming took two steps, the expression on his face became surprised and he quickly squatted down.

A figure lying on the ground was Old Man Zhang.

Fortunately, I just fainted and had no serious physical problems, so I feel relieved.

But what's going on? The uncle lives in his own home, so he wouldn't trip over without turning on the lights.

Suddenly there were footsteps in front of him, and he felt that someone was watching him in the darkness.

The other party reacted immediately, kicked the flashlight in a hurry, accidentally fell to the ground, got up in a hurry, and ran out along the door.

Li Xiaoming was a little angry. Although public security was poor, he could see burglaries in civilian areas with his own eyes.

What's more, I have just moved in. If the uncle wakes up and thinks of me as your accomplice, how should I explain it? I will be on the hook now.

The nanny robot was on standby in the kitchen and couldn't help, and the kid seemed to be running away.

St. Assad walked downstairs sleepily. For some reason, she felt like she was having a nightmare as soon as she fell asleep. She was upset. When she heard the noise, she came downstairs to take a look.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Li Xiaoming squatted next to the unconscious old man and looked at her helplessly.

"You're here just in time, activate that robot, I'm going to chase the murderer!" He handed the uncle to his friend, quickly stood up and chased out the door.