This little island owner of Bliss does not know good from evil.

Back at the inn, Zhang Danhong still looked unhappy.

Liu Shu's matter must be resolved.

There are less than three days left.

what to do?

…

In the ruined temple.

"Hold the spirit and guard the heart..."

Meng Zhou is practicing the Great Dream Three Thousand.

With Meng Lao's help, his strength improved quickly.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

"Meng Lao, I have reached the seventh level and will soon reach the first level."

Meng Zhou had an excited look on his face.

As long as you reach the first level, you can enter the Dream City!

Now, he has already left the village with his sister.

Now, be a wandering dreamer.

Only in this way can you be qualified to enter the Dream City.

"That's right, I estimate that it will take less than ten days to become a first-level Dream Spiritist." Xu Chen said casually.

He took a look.

At this moment, Meng Zhou's favorability towards him has reached 67.

This is very high.

But there is still some distance between 80 and 80.

As you go to the back, this improvement becomes slower and slower.

At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the ruined temple.

"Working God Cult, supreme glory."

"Step into dreamland and be reborn forever."

Meng Zhou quickly looked over and saw a long queue of people outside.

Judging from the number of people, there are thousands.

These people have fanatical looks on their faces and wear uniform clothes.

"Working God Cult?"

Meng Zhou was speechless when he saw the long queue outside.

He naturally knows about the work-god religion.

This is a religious religion that has risen recently, and its rise is extremely fast.

This religious religion believes in the god of dreams.

Rumor has it that without the God of Dreams, only the catastrophe can be fought and the Dreamlings can be saved.

Only the Dreamlings who enter dreamland can gain new life.

"Meng Lao, do you think there is really a god in this world?"

Meng Zhou murmured and asked, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"If you believe it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it." Xu Chen answered casually.

Gods are just more powerful creatures.

"I believe in myself more than God." Meng Zhou had a resolute look in his eyes.

Immediately, he looked at the figures outside and spoke slowly: "When the catastrophe comes... without the protection of Mengcheng, these people will probably perish."

Meng Zhou did not believe in the god of dreams.

Even if there is a god of dreams, why should he protect these people?

"I will work hard to become stronger and take my sister into Dream City!

Only Dream City can give us hope."

Meng Zhou looked at Meng Jiang, who was sleeping soundly next to him, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Yes, he is more knowledgeable than those untouchables outside."

Just then, a thick voice came.

Meng Zhou immediately saw more than ten figures coming in front of him.

Every figure exudes a terrifying aura.

The one who spoke was the leader with a beard.

Dream Spiritist?

Meng Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

Here, I unexpectedly met the Dream Spiritist.

The strength is unknown!

From the looks of it, everyone is stronger than him!

"One sixth-level dream spiritualist, thirteen fifth-level dream spiritualists." Meng Lao's voice reached Meng Zhou's ears.

Meng Zhou was shocked in his heart: "I've met senior."

Sixth-level Dream Spiritist?

A fifth-level Dream Spiritist?

This is too strong!

According to Meng Zhou's wanderings these days, he was also secretly inquiring about news about Mengcheng.

He naturally knew that in Dream City, the sixth-level Dream Spiritist was already among the strongest and could be the master of a city.

Some powerful fifth-level Dream Spiritists can also be city lords.

What are these powerful Dream Spiritists doing here?

Meng Zhou felt that he was trapped in a whirlpool.

At this time, the leader with a beard fell on Meng Jiang.

"Not bad physique." The bearded man looked at Meng Zhou, "What is her relationship with you?"

Meng Zhou had an ominous premonition in his heart: "That's my sister."

"Boy," the bearded man said cheerfully, "My son needs a maid, and she is your sister."

Meng Jiang woke up at this moment, with confusion on his face, not knowing what had happened.

Meng Zhou was panicked and didn't know what to do.

"What, boy, do you want to refuse?" Bearded's tone had already become unpleasant.

Next to him, a man with a male duck voice spoke: "This is the Lord of Mengshui City. He left Mengcheng this time to destroy the Worker God Cult.

It is a great opportunity for your sister and brother to become the slave of the city lord. Why don’t you thank me quickly?"

Meng Zhou looked at everyone, feeling a little confused inside.

At first glance, these people are not good people.

Let your sister become your bearded son's maid, who knows what will happen.

Meng Zhou was unwilling to do so.

However, he and his sister couldn't escape!
Chapter completed!