The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 33

Half a sweet potato flew from Yang Fan's left hand to his right hand with smoke, and then his right hand to his left hand. He flew back and forth several times, and finally landed on his right hand, and was sent into his right hand as he lifted it up. mouth.

Yang Fan held the hot sweet potato in his hand and asked curiously: "What are the things in the loop that can be used to set it?"

Liu Zizi's sweet potatoes had all gone down his esophagus into his stomach. He touched his stomach that was still grunting and said, "The things closest to the trappers are worthless things. But they are also the best. The ones in the middle are some porcelain vases and jade jewelry, and the farthest ones are also the most difficult to set, and they are all valuable items.”

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought: If I want to find blacksmith Zhao to make an axe, I need to have money first, and the ferrule may be a good idea. If I can get a good one, I can exchange some money.

Yang Fan decided to go to the ring tomorrow, but he has never been in the ring before, what should he do?
He asked Liu Laizi how big was that circle?Liu Laizi gestured to him: "It's only this big, it can't catch anything, I'm just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

Yang Fan smiled and said nothing. He decided to return to reality first, go home and practice roping, and when he was familiar with the roping, he would return to the dreamland. He nodded, and that was it.

He looked at Cripple Liu who was sitting barefoot across the way, put his hands on his chest and said, "Back to reality."

When he opened his eyes, it was only around two o'clock in the middle of the night. He remembered that he seemed to have gone to bed in the morning. He found that his sleep was getting better and better now. He could actually sleep from the morning until midnight, and he did not wake up for more than a dozen times. It was the first time for him not to wake up when he was young, could it be caused by having the ability to travel through dreams?Forget it, let's study the ferrule first.

He turned on the computer and searched for ferrules. There were many pictures of ferrules on the Internet, but most of the prizes were modern products of different sizes.

He opened the curtains and looked at the snow scene outside. The road was completely white, and the roof was completely white. The dark night was a little bit brightened by the white reflected by the snow.

He dug out from the table the toys he played with when he crossed the threshold more than 20 years ago and put them on the floor of the living room. There were balls, robots, building blocks, and cars. There were so many toys. Although they are all old, Yang Fan still keeps them. He said they are for his son to play with.

What about the circle?How can there be something to make a circle?According to the size of Liu Laizi's gesture, he rummaged around at home, but couldn't find anything suitable. What to do, he sat down on the sofa, looked up at the clock, and it was just past 40:[-].

Suddenly he realized that there seemed to be a leather ring in the small pressure cooker in the kitchen.Hahaha, that's it, he performed a dismemberment operation on the small pressure cooker, and finally took out a leather ring from it, which was about the same size as Liu Zizi's gesture.But this circle is a bit soft, what should I do?
He was spinning around in the living room with the leather ring, his mind was running at high speed, how to make him hard?
correct! !He suddenly thought of a way, he dug out a big cardboard box from behind the balcony door, stepped on it flat and tore off a piece, put the leather ring on it, and cut a box with him along the soft leather ring with scissors. The circle is the same size, and then the cut circle is hollowed out in the middle to form a circle with a hollow in the middle. Isn't that all right?
Yang Fan felt that he was too smart to think of all of this, but suddenly realized that this... why does the cardboard box look so familiar?Fuck, this is where my mother keeps things. It's over, it's over, I made a mistake, and my mother will definitely scold me to death when she comes back.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, let's wait for her to come back.

He took the hoop and started practicing in the living room.

There is no trap in the first round, nor in the second round, nor in the third round, fourth round, and fifth round.

He sat down on the ground disappointed.

"Why is it so difficult? I thought it was quite simple."

He ran to the bedroom again and typed in the words "ring tricks" on the search site. Damn, is there really a trick?
He carefully read the tips given on the Internet, quickly stored the tips in his brain, and ran to the living room without stopping.

One hit, one hit, two hits, three hits, another hit, and the fourth hit too.

This is too awesome, right? With this trick, can I make the trapper go bankrupt?

But he thought too much, he completely forgot that he needs to be a certain distance away when doing the looping, and just now he just stood very close, but he is basically familiar with the looping routine.

In a blink of an eye, it was past five o'clock, and he tidied up and sat on the sofa, feeling exhausted.

Why don't you recover your strength?He suddenly thought of it, raised his arms and shouted.

At this time, Yang Fan felt as if a perfect shot of chicken blood had been injected into his body through his white buttocks, and the blood vessels in his buttocks sent it to all the bases of his body, making Yang Fan's physical strength instantly increase to full.

He lifted his spirits, put on a thick coat, and decided to go out to buy something to eat.

In winter in North China cities, it is basically dawn at seven o'clock, and it is still dark outside after five o'clock. If you don't check the time, you may think it is midnight.

But the vendors who sell breakfast have already started working during this time period. Yang Fan usually likes to eat deep-fried dough sticks and tofu nao. Today, his physical strength has recovered so much that he doesn't feel tired or sleepy at all, and he has slept for more than ten hours. Well, if he sleeps again, he's afraid that he won't get drowsiness anymore, he should hurry up and find himself in the real world.

He came to a breakfast shop, ordered some simple food, and sat down.

The boss is very enthusiastic, but I haven't seen anyone who comes to eat breakfast so early.

"Young man, why come to eat breakfast so early."

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, he didn't know how to answer, so he smiled at the boss.

The boss didn't say much, and went to the back room to make breakfast.

At this time, his mobile phone suddenly received a text message.The phone number is blank.

Why is it so strange?This was the first time I saw a text message without a phone number. He clicked on the text message curiously.

"Dear dream traveler, your task has not been completed yet, do you choose to give up? Yes, please reply 1, if not, please reply 2."

Shit, shit, shit.

Yang Fan slapped the phone on the table, his heart was like a stormy sea, what's going on, the phone also received a message, who are you? ?

He plucked his hair and made a frantic expression.

The boss poked his head out of the back room, looked at Yang Fan, and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

Only then did Yang Fan calm down his emotions. He picked up the phone again, looked at each word in the text message, and after a long time of dullness, typed a '2' in the input box weakly, and clicked send.

After a while, a text message without a phone number was sent.

"A warm reminder, you chose to continue to do the mission dream, I wish you an early completion of the mission, goodbye."

Yang Fan rubbed his eyes, read every word in the text message, and froze while holding the phone.

At this time, the boss brought him a bowl of hot tofu bread...

(End of this chapter)