Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 1084 Dream Eater VS Lost Singer (1)

"Master, it's really miserable for people who are being targeted by nightmare beasts. Not only do they have nightmares every day, they still can't wake up from their dreams..." The little prickly pear flew beside a strangely dressed woman, shaking her head.

The woman's eyebrows have a bit of coquettish red. She is dressed in a black outfit, which is close-fitting and tight, and she is capable and elegant.Hanging from his waist was a nine-section whip and a long knife, which shone coldly in the dark night.

"This is the meaning of our existence." The woman hooked her lips, drawing endless seductiveness.

Nightmare, commonly known as the ghost press, people who are stared at by the nightmare beast will cry out every night because of fright, and they cannot be relieved unless Tianming or the nightmare beast leaves.

"Hey-"

The little prickly pear flipped a few times in the air, and managed to stabilize itself when it was startled by the nightmare beast not far away.

"Good boy, this is my first time seeing such a fat nightmare beast. Little fat pig, let's go and meet him for a while!"

The woman jumped to the side of the black cloud in two or three steps, stretched out her finger, and carefully poked it.

The little cactus waved its short limbs and struggled to catch up, "Master! I'm not called Little Pig! I'm the noble prickly prickly pear!"

"Which cactus is so round and fat?" The woman shrugged, disapproving.

Talking so freely has already touched the Nightmare Beast's self-esteem.

Responsibilities of the Nightmare Beast: Make troubles, make everyone fear its existence, and then rule the world!

"Yellow-haired girl, if you have nothing to do, go play elsewhere! I don't welcome you!"

The Nightmare Beast's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken bellows, every little sound was a torture to the ears.

"I'm here for you, how can you drive me away?" The woman blessed her body charmingly. She pulled out the long knife from her waist and slashed down without hesitation!
Heiyun trembled and dropped a silver horn.

The elderly Nightmare Beast fled away at once, and the mortal dream cloud did not turn back to its normal white color, but instead turned into a polluted gray color.

The woman picked up the silver horn and put it in the storage bag. She frowned, slightly puzzled, "This person has too many negative emotions, no wonder he attracted such a big nightmare beast."

"Master, do nightmare beasts like dirty clouds?" The cactus jumped twice on the dark clouds.

"Naturally, I like it, so I can join in wherever it is dark."

Her name is Ye Yueling, No.70 third generation dream eater. A dream eater does not need to work or sleep. She can survive by smoking nightmares at night. The purer the nightmares she smokes, the longer her lifespan will be.

The little demon next to her was a low-level fairy who accidentally fell into the nightmare space. She thought it was pure in nature, so she didn't kill it all.

She looked carefully—

In that dark cloud lived a little boy hugging his knees and looking at the streetlights. The boy was waiting for his father, but his father never came back.

After the nightmare beast left, the nightmare has not subsided.

The woman picked up the knife and fork, divided it into small pieces and ate it. Her eating style was gentle and elegant, not like a half-demon at all.

The dream eater wandered among humans and half-demons, without sadness or joy for a long time, so naturally he lost a little bit of fear.

first bite.

"Dad, don't you want to gamble, okay? You won't win!"

"Get out! You prodigal son, can't you say something nice?"

Second mouth.

"Dad, smoke less, nicotine causes cancer."

"Get out! Curse me to death all day long, have you taken a fancy to Lao Tzu's house!"

The woman frowned slightly.

The third bite.

"Mr. Lin, the contract is signed, how can we temporarily change?"

"In this circle, the effectiveness of contracts is no match for capital. You'd better clarify your status, let's go."

　Four more.

　　Drowning in the sadness of dropping out of class...

　　Hey, I can’t write abuse, or else in the world just now, no one cried abuse, and I cried myself first...

　　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)