The dreams of sentient beings are not limited to humans.

The power of the Dark King itself has chaos attributes. All dreams that are acquired by the Dark King will inevitably mix together to form a more strange domain.

This is also one of the scariest places in the Dark King.

The dream that Hawkins intercepted was actually to study the King of Darkness.

Speaking of which, Io would discover that the existence of the dreams of sentient beings is related to Don Quixote before. At that time, Io thought that Don Quixote was not simple. When he had time during this period, he quietly observed and finally discovered the existence of the dreams of sentient beings.

The dream of sentient beings is just underground on that small island. Io is actually quietly bringing Joan of Arc in to play.

Ao was bitten by Joan of Arc, but it turned out to be unscathed. He smiled and said, "The longer we stay, the more dangerous your dream will be. Don't you leave?"

"You're such a bastard." Joan of Arc stood up and gritted his teeth.

I just bitten at Ao, but Ao didn't have anything to do, but her teeth ached slightly.

Ao didn't care about Joan of Arc's anger, and smiled while walking, "This place is actually quite interesting. I'm here to bring you an eye-opener for your own good."

"Hmph." Joan of Arc didn't believe a word.

The two walked into the fog, and in a blink of an eye the fog began to become rich, and something seemed to be shaking in the rich fog.

"Shh!"

Ao smiled and made a gesture of silence, then stepped forward carefully. Joan of Arc frowned, but had to keep up.

Then the two saw a human-headed creature squatting on the ground, with their backs facing them and eating radishes. The radishes came from a tree. The tree had a large number of human faces. From time to time, the radishes would hang down, and the monsters with their heads and bodies would grab and eat them with their hands.

This seems to be a fixed scenario without any changes.

"What's the situation?" Joan of Arc frowned and asked in a low voice.

Aio smiled and said, "I don't know that dreams are an extension of reality, but they are even more weird and difficult to guess. Especially in the dreams of sentient beings, the pictures you see may not be the pictures of the dreams dominated by humans, or the dreams of animals."

"What is this?" Joan of Arc asked.

Ao thought for a while and said casually: "Maybe it's a horse's dream."

"Are you sure?" Joan of Arc said in disbelief.

Aio shrugged. How could he be sure of this? He slowly walked forward, reached out and picked a radish, and found that the radish was really a radish.

He opened his mouth and took a bite, and found that the radish tasted pretty good.

"You're crazy." Joan of Arc said in shock.

I dare to eat unknown things indiscriminately. Does Ao think that he lives too long?

Aio smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm so lucky that I can't die."

When he spoke, he found that his vision distance began to change, and his nose lengthened a lot in a blink of an eye.

"Io, your head has become a horse's head." Joan of Arc said in surprise at this time.

Aio put his head on the horse and smiled, "No wonder I feel like my head has become much heavier. This is interesting."

"This is not interesting, it's scary, okay?" Joan of Arc couldn't help but complain.

The dreams of sentient beings give her a very bad feeling. The horse-headed human monster who eats radish is also very strange. This weirdness does not come from their appearance, but from their essential existence.

This is hard to describe in words.

If you really want to say it, it is probably the same person. If you have killed someone and have never killed someone, she will feel completely different.

The dreams of sentient beings give her a very terrifying feeling. She knew that this was because of the existence of creating the dreams of sentient beings. Her strength was much worse than her and much stronger than her.

"I'm leaving, it seems that there is nothing here." Ao shook his horse's head and said with a smile.

Joan of Arc glanced at the horse-headed human monster who was lowering his head and eating radishes, and felt a little relieved. At least the monster did not seem to have the idea of ​​attacking humans.

But it is still very strange. No matter how you eat radish, this monster cannot be filled, no matter how much you eat, is it a bottomless pit?

Aio's head turned into a horse's head, it was like a wild horse, running forward happily, but after a distance, he ran back, approached Joan of Arc, arched Joan of Arc's hair with his horse's head, and smiled and said, "This place is so interesting, this horse's head cannot be changed back."

"This is more than just interesting? It's very bad, okay?" Joan of Arc immediately complained.

At least she definitely didn't dare to eat those carrots, so she didn't want her head to become a horse's head. This is too ugly.

Aio said disapprovingly: "You don't know the benefits of horse heads at all. I now have a very free feeling, and I feel like I can fly at any time and run on the plains, and I feel as light as the wind."

"Io, why is your head flying?" Joan of Arc listened and felt his voice seemingly getting higher and higher. When he saw Io, he exclaimed in surprise.

Ao's head had already escaped from his body and actually floated in the air, like the clown Bucky who had eaten the fruits of scattered, his body and head were separated but he did not die.

"Wow, it turns out that this is not an illusion. My head will fly!" Ao looked down and said happily.

Before Joan of Arc could speak, his head flew forward quickly, leaving a sentence: "Look at my body, I'll go ahead and explore the way."

As he spoke, his head had disappeared into the fog.

Joan of Arc glanced at Ao's body that was still moving forward steadily, and finally sighed a long time ago. She felt that her biggest mistake was being entangled by Ao.

If she could, she would definitely be far away from Ao, as far away as she could.

At this time, Aio's horse's head flew in the air, and suddenly a bamboo forest appeared in front of him. He blinked the horse's eyes larger than Kazilan's big eyes and immediately flew into the bamboo forest.

The sound of the piano came.

Aio said with a wow, and immediately flew towards the direction where the sound came.

Then he saw a man in white playing the piano. The man had long fluttering hair and elegant manners. The only problem was that his facial features were turned over, and the eyes of the director of the chin were still bleeding.

If this is a weird horror novel, then there is no doubt that the man in white is a ghost.

Unfortunately, this is just a scene in the dream of sentient beings. Aio is not a person who will be afraid of it. He flew over and said in a gloomy voice: "Your time is up, I am the horse face in the cow head and horse face. Come and take you to the underworld!"

The man in white turned his head to Ao, and the next moment the mouth that was growing on his forehead quickly opened, a tongue stretched out from his mouth, and his tongue was covered with hair, and the ends of these hairs were covered with eyeballs.

Countless hairs with eyeballs flew wildly, quickly surrounding Aio's head.

"Stop, you are attacking the police. I am a civil servant in the underworld. If you don't stop, I will use violence against you on the charge of obstructing official duties." Aio shouted.

However, it was obvious that this man could not communicate. Countless hairs gradually wrapped around Ao's mouth, and then some eyeballs were pressed against Ao's skin. Gradually, the eyeballs began to melt and turned into small faces, all of which opened their mouths and bit towards Ao.

"Wow, it's so disgusting."

Ao screamed, his head trying to break free from the constraints of his hair, but found that the strength of the constraints was exaggerated, as if he had frozen him here.

So he simply ran up quickly, Joan of Arc had to catch up, and then saw a terrifying scene.

Countless hair danced in the quiet bamboo forest. A man in white opened his forehead with a huge mouth, and a long tongue stretched out, and his hair was covered with hair. The end of the hair was either eyeballs or small face. What was even more disgusting was that he could vaguely see his brain inside his mouth.

This is so disgusting.

Aio's horse's head was already chewed very badly, at least it looked miserable. Many places were bitten through small holes, and countless hairs were drilled into the holes, almost biting his brain.

His body rushed up and was entangled in a blink of an eye.

"Waste, you're really a waste."

Ao glanced at his body and cursed with regret.

Suddenly, a card shot, cutting off a lot of hair directly, and then the card burst out with flames. The flames went from nothing to something, and then turned into vortexes, and countless hairs were burned out in a blink of an eye.

"So amazing, Lord Joan of Arc, you are too strong." Ao said moved.

Joan of Arc was powerless to complain, rolled his eyes, and then looked at the man in white solemnly.

In fact, if the man in white had not turned his facial features upside down, he should have been a handsome ascetic guy. Unfortunately, his facial features were reversed, so only horror was left.

Suddenly, Ao reached out and pinched his nose, pinched his nose from the sky to its original position, then reached out and adjusted the man's facial features, and after adjustment, he suddenly became better.

"Sure enough, this is much more pleasing to the eye." Aio's head floated in the air and said with a smile.

The man in white suddenly shook all over and then took several steps back. Joan of Arc immediately looked at him vigilantly, holding a card in his hand. Once something was wrong, she would shoot the card at the man.

But at this time, the man in white sat on the ground, and the piano flew to him, and then he played the piano intoxicatedly.

"What's going on?" Joan of Arc frowned.

Aio smiled and said, "It's probably because after the facial features are correct, I decided to be a good person."

“…”

Joan of Arc rolled his eyes, feeling that if he continued to chat with Ao, the number of times he rolled his eyes would be the most in the whole book.

"It sounds nice, very nice, mountains, flowing water, hammers, and dogs." Ao floated to the man in white at this time, closing his eyes as if he was enjoying the sound of the piano.

Joan of Arc resisted the desire to roll his eyes and complained: "This is obviously a song about parting, so how can there be any mountains and flowing water."

"Why can't there be? When we part, we are separated by countless mountains and countless flowing waters. Isn't it okay?" Ao retorted.

The man in white was still playing the piano, his hands were getting faster and faster. Joan of Arc listened to something thoughtful. This song was really telling a story.

At first it was acquaintance, then separation, then pursuit, and finally death.

The more you get, the sadder it becomes.

At the end of the song, the man in white gradually turned into a white light and dissipated. Suddenly he looked up at Joan of Arc, holding the piano in both hands and handed it to Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc said in surprise: "Give it to me?"
Chapter completed!