Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Zeng Jun was throwing spears and shooting arrows. The demons in the sky fell down one by one. He was the only one throwing spears. The others were either shooting arrows or waiting for them to rush down and then chopping them hard.

Every time Zengjun shot or threw a demon, he had to run to where it would fall, because these demons were very smart. Even if they died, they would fall where there were people. Killing more demons would reduce the pressure on his own people.

This made Zengjun very annoyed. Every time he shot one down, he had to hit it as it fell, before it hit anyone or fell to the ground.

There is no way around it. Gifts are all about ability. As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Zengjun picked up the bow and arrow and shot each one.

This arrow shot down another one, and he had to deal with its aftermath. Zeng Jun ran through the crowd, and at the moment before the one fell into the crowd, he jumped up and knocked it away.

Someone there also shot down a rifle. Zeng Jun quickly ran over and jumped up. This rifle was quite large, and when Zeng Jun shot it out, the spear in his hand was deformed and scrapped.

Zengjun did not hesitate, picked up the weapons of others who had died, and continued to repeat the operation.

Only about a hundred have been dealt with.

Suddenly, two of them flew towards Xiao Zhang and Zhao Yi at the same time. Zeng Jun hurriedly rushed to Zhao Yi. The one belonging to Xiao Zhang appeared behind Xiao Zhang, and the one belonging to Zhao Yi rushed directly towards Zhao Yi. It seemed that they had to make Zeng Jun choose one of the two.

Zengjun ran wildly while looking at the spear in his hand, as if asking the spear, who should I save? One is half a stranger, and the other is like a family member.

But the spear couldn't speak, nor could it answer his question, but Zhao Yi could.

Zhao Yi looked at Zeng Jun who was running towards him and another demon that pounced on Xiao Zhang's back. Zhao Yi shouted to Zeng Jun, "Save him first!"

Zeng Jun also hurriedly aimed at the demon behind Xiao Zhang, and then threw the spear out with force. Unfortunately, there were no spears on the ground on the road, not even arrows, and it was too late.

The spear directly stabbed the demon behind Xiao Zhang and sent it flying under the wall, while Zengjun's feet were also working hard to rescue Zhao Yi. His divine power was telling Zengjun that it would be too late if he continued to pretend to be an ordinary person.

Zeng Jun did not respond to his divine power perception, because the moment of responding would be a waste of time for him.

Zengjun pounced on Zhao Yi, who fell to the ground. Zengjun carefully used his hands to support his head.

The demon that pounced on Zeng Jun and Zhao Yi was stabbed out from under the wall by the spear thrown by Xiao Zhang who turned around.

Zengjun hugged Zhao Yi and said, "You didn't..." Before he could say a few words, he felt blood on his right hand. Zengjun pushed his right hand out with trembling hands (that is, he could hold the person closer and see his palm at the same time). His left hand was still supporting Zhao Yi's head, while his right hand was covered with bright red blood with a little green.

Zeng Jun looked at Zhao Yi's face stiffly. Zhao Yi was smiling at him and picked up the sword with his left hand. "Hold the hilt," Zhao Yi whispered. Obviously, this was the little strength he had left.

Zengjun held the hilt of the sword with his trembling right hand, while Zhao Yi slid out the scabbard, which fell to the ground. He pushed the tip of the sword in Zengjun's hand towards his heart.

Zengjun was really sad inside, but even at this moment he couldn't shed tears. He was like a clumsy fox who was mourning the death of a rabbit, and he didn't even have tears to add to the drama.

His tears were still stubbornly refusing to come out, but Zengjun didn't have much time left.

Zeng Jun held the cold sword and looked at the tip of the sword facing Zhao Yi's heart. Yes, the dust from splitting stones had been wiped off by Zhao Yi and made it look beautiful. Only Zeng Jun did not regard this sword as a treasure.

Zengjun slowly uttered a few words, "Don't you want to say something else?" This time he was really panicked, but the irony was that for a moment he felt that he was still acting, acting out a scene in which his lover died in his arms, and he was the executioner who was about to sentence an important person to death.

Zhao Yi smiled and said, "It seems that I am still not good enough in my studies and I have disappointed my master."

"No, no, no." Zengjun opened his mouth with difficulty.

Zhao Yi also looked into Zeng Jun's eyes and said, "Please give me a good time. By the way, Happy New Year."

Xiao Zhang was standing behind Zeng Jun. The one just now was the last one that could fly in the first wave. The others had already gone down to fight with the ones on the ground.

The sword in Zengjun's hand also fell and was directly inserted into the ground. Zhao Yi's hand also fell. When Zengjun wanted to close his eyes for him, his eyes were already closed. "Really? You don't even want me to help you with this little favor." Zengjun complained while holding Zhao Yi, who was already dead in his arms.

At this moment, Zeng Jun finally understood his so-called selfishness. Even before his death, Zeng Jun didn't know his name.

Xiao Zhang looked at the sword stuck in the city wall and in the stone ground, and walked behind Zeng Jun, "Zeng Jun, I..."

Zengjun was stunned for a while before saying, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

Zeng Jun put down Zhao Yi in his hand, looked at the sword at his heart, and then looked at the second wave of thousands of aerial demons that had arrived. He was about to find a spear to protect the survivors.

But in an instant, Zeng Jun was pushed off the city wall by an external force and fell straight down.

Zeng Jun fell towards the sky, his hands seemed to want to grab something, and a hateful face appeared in his sight. It was the person who had been targeting him.

Zengjun looked at him disappointedly and closed his eyes to feel the falling. Even his mind was persuading him that he was tired and that was enough. Everyone Zengjun met was telling him a truth in his own way: "Growth comes at a price."

Xiao Zhang was also looking at Zeng Jun, but in reality Zeng Jun fell to the ground in just over two seconds.

Zeng Jun gave up on exposing his divine power and fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, he was disheartened. Even though he fell heavily to the ground, he did not feel any pain at all. Perhaps it was covered up by something, or the demon who took the blame for him was too soft.

Not long after landing, a flying demon grabbed Zengjun's arm. This one didn't have any poisonous saliva like the others. Instead, it seemed like it was waiting for him.

Zeng Jun was taken into the air by the demons and flew towards their lair. Zeng Jun was very clear that he was in the air and was being taken away. This time, he chose to leave this sad place.

Xiao Zhang looked at Zeng Jun who was taken away. He also knew that this was Zeng Jun's choice. However, he still wanted to know why he pushed Zeng Jun down. Xiao Zhang turned around and asked him, "What are you doing?"

He pointed at the densely packed demons and said with a smile, "61, we are all going to die anyway, he might as well let me kill him."

61 Looking at Zengjun being taken away, at this moment, he finally understood Zengjun’s choice, perhaps he was right.