Be dragged into the room by the succubus

gold.

The whole world is gold.

But it's not just gold, colorful gems flow down from the golden mountain like a river.

Under the illumination of the huge pearl in the sky, the whole world is shining with dazzling light.

The whole world can be summed up in four words.

magnificent.

"This kind of world is really... longing."

Ning Feng thinks he doesn't love money, he has no interest in money at all.

But at this moment, under the temptation of these illusory wealth, he felt himself shaken.

Even a determined person like Ning Feng was affected by this dream.

"It really fits the dream of a giant dragon."

A creature like a dragon.

It's all due to Ariana's misleading, making Ning Feng ignore the most famous feature of the dragon's bloodline.

greedy for money.

Legend has it that dragons will abduct princesses, rob kingdoms, and even rob weaker dragons.

What are they for?

Is it love?

Don't say it, there is really a part of it.

But more, it is for money.

Trade princesses and kingdoms for more money and get shiny treasures from other dragons' lairs.

This kind of bad character, even the dragon who tends to be kind in the camp is not exempt.

But Ning Feng completely ignored this point because of some misleading cats.

"You actually mislead me with your words? You are really a heinous sin."

Looking at his feet, Ning Feng felt the steady breathing in the shadow, and even faintly heard a chuckle.

"Oh, go to sleep and go to sleep."

The more times he walked in the dream, Ning Feng became more and more familiar with this situation and became more and more used to it.

There is no need for Ariana to know, he knows how to do it himself.

Raising his hand, he gently pushed on the bridge of his nose, and put on a pair of gold rimless glasses out of thin air.

Creation out of thin air.

This is the world of dreams, and it stands to reason that it belongs to the owner of the dream, and should not be manipulated so easily by him.

But coincidentally, Ning Feng is not only a half-succubus, but also the master of half of this dream.

what?

You said that I only have half of the shares, so I can't hold the shares?

No, I refuse.

I have half, isn't it that I have half of the shares?

You call that too much?

Sorry, we call this "assistance".

"Well, that's it, put on a suit that suits the present."

Ning Feng's current image has changed greatly from usual.

The clothes on his body were changed into a gloomy and gorgeous dress, allowing the succubus' tail to slip out from under the clothes.

He wore a top hat to cover his horns, and held a scepter in his gloved hand.

He no longer looks like a soldier of the Overwatch Society, nor does he look like a sword-bearer in the Trial House, but looks like a nobleman with a rich family background.

"So, Miss Sleeping Beauty, where are you?"

Blinking his eyes, Ning Feng took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and gently lowered it by the chain.

The pocket watch kept shaking, and finally fixed in one direction.

"Is it there?"

After choosing a direction, Ning Feng casually dropped his pocket watch, and he was still melting away among countless treasures, walking slowly while leaning on his scepter.

The steps are smooth and not hurried.

The time in the dream world will vary depending on the depth of the dream.

The deeper you sink into the dream world, the slower time will flow.

According to Ning Feng's current physical sensation, the flow rate is almost one to ten.

Ten days in the dream world is equivalent to one day in the outside world.

Ning Feng was not in a hurry.

Walking along the straight road, a peak appeared in front of him blocking his way.

Change the road?

No.

Ning Feng did not change his path.

Still just walking silently.

Without avoiding anything, the mountains of gold, silver and precious stones silently parted in front of him, making way for him.

Among the mountains made of gold and silver, he walked.

It's like walking in his kingdom.

The expression didn't change, Ning Feng didn't seem to notice it.

He felt a little familiar.

I should have walked like this at some point.

"It's this sense of familiarity again..."

Savoring this feeling, Ning Feng suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued walking.

The closer he got, the calmer Ning Feng's expression became.

The dream is deepening.

He is walking.

Time passes.

Finally, he saw different scenery in the endless wealth.

a castle.

An incomparably gorgeous castle made entirely of treasures.

Cross the stone road made of diamonds, cross the trestle bridge built with gold, and walk through the corridor decorated with pure gemstones.

He crossed the hall, walked through the magnificent chamber, and finally came to the throne room.

No one is empty.

"Not here?"

Some surprises, but Ning Feng thought for a while and continued walking.

The landscape has changed.

The castle is the end of the treasure, after which the scene changes.

blood.

Bones.

It was as if the people who were supposed to live in the castle finally had a place to go.

They became the decoration here.

Ning Feng has never been to hell.

But he feels that this place may be similar to the scene in hell.

Instead of covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, he took a deep breath.

what……

"Is this really just her dream?"

This doubt arises and quickly disappears.

He didn't want to think about it any more.

It's too late to quit now.

He was curious, at the end of the killing, what else?

So he chose to keep walking.

The attire has not changed, he is still dressed like a nobleman, but it also fits unexpectedly with the surrounding scenes.

He walked on the blood river, but the soles of his feet were not stained with any blood.

Pale and blood-colored flowers bloomed behind him, rushing into his footprints.

Wails and roars filled the ears, forming the echo of the cold world.

death.

All he could see was death.

The more he walked, the brighter the smile on Ning Feng's face became.

He understands something.

But he is still walking.

until the end of death.

After taking the last step, the scene in front of him changed instantly.

The dark red disappeared, and everything in front of my eyes turned into a floating pink world.

The air is filled with a throat-drying aroma that stimulates the deepest defenses of the soul.Constantly provoking deep desires.

Greed for wealth will eventually lead to killing, and the end of killing is more primitive desire.

The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses lit up, burning with scarlet blood.

The originally reserved smile on Ning Feng's face completely burst out.

He really got it.

It wasn't that Margaret was resisting the dream now, or that she didn't want to wake up.

She was trapped by this dream.

"Now that you understand, you don't need to continue to dawdle."

The scepter in his hand waved lightly in front of him, and a deep crack appeared in front of Ning Feng's eyes.

And behind the rift, the Sleeping Beauty he was looking for can be seen.

Her red hair was loose, her limbs were bound by ferocious chains with barbs, and Margaret was fixed to the wall in a painful posture.

His hands were suspended in a posture almost like that of a tortured prisoner.

Stepping into the empty secret room, Ning Feng looked around.

There was nothing on the ground except Margaret's own coagulated blood.

As for her body, although she was wearing an exposed leather garment that was gradually stained with blood, she had no other injuries.

"It appears that none of those things happened."

"It can only be said that it is miserable, but it is not that miserable."

Snapped.

With a snap of her fingers, the chains that bound her disappeared in an instant.

Without the support of the chain, Margaret fell from mid-air, and slowly stopped when she was close to the ground.

Without reaching out to catch it, Ning Feng stood half a meter away, looking at the red dragon awakener on the ground with pity.

Unexpected disaster?

Not really, without Ning Feng's help, she would have no chance of recovery.

But with this opportunity, she also had such painful torture.

Trapped in a dream where only desires are infinitely magnified, all you can do is endure.

Ning Feng thought he was unwilling to accept such torture.

"However, luckily it's a dream..."

Here is the dream.

As long as you wake up, this long experience will disappear with waking up from the dream.

Ning Feng sighed, Margaret's body on the ground moved.

With a painful moan in her throat, Margaret slowly opened her eyes.

Before she could figure out the situation, she heard a gentle voice in front of her:

"Good evening, Miss Margaret."

!!!

A gentleman in a dark dress stood in front of her, and said softly:

"I'm here to save you...no."

Sorry, I'm so late.

I am the culprit that caused all this, and I am not qualified to save you.

"I'm here to help you."

Handing the scepter to his left hand, Ning Feng took off his gloves, bent down and handed his right hand to the princess who was trapped in a dream.

"Leave this world with me."

Forget all this and return to the world where you should be.

However, when Margaret regained her senses, her expression became something that Ning Feng could not understand.

Hesitation flashed in her eyes, she stared at Ning Feng for a long time, and finally turned into firmness.

"You appeared again..."

"What kind of trick is this time?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and there was some irony and inexplicable meaning in her voice.

"What else do you want to promise?"

Ning Feng's expression froze, and he tilted his head strangely.

What did she say just now?

Looking at Ning Feng sarcastically, Margaret asked back:

"The king with endless wealth? The master who controls the killing? Or...heh."

"Everything is just a dream."

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Ning Feng explained:

"Well, I am not an illusion you see, I am real..."

The voice of explanation was interrupted by a weak sneer, and Margaret whispered indifferently:

"Who knows? Everyone says so anyway."

"Whether you are real or not, no matter what you keep promising, but..."

The chains that blocked the limbs emerged and tightened slowly.

clap la la...

Amidst the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground, Margaret, who was slumped on the ground, pushed Ning Feng's unretracted palm with difficulty but firmly.

she says:

"I reject."

Margaret raised her head slowly.

Sweat flowed from his body, his body trembled involuntarily, and his limbs were continuously suspended.

But she still spoke seriously:

"I don't want to be a slave to desire."

"so……"

"I reject."