Lord of Eternal Darkness

Li Xiaoming touched his hair and said with a smile:

"At this stage, you just need to stay at home and not cause trouble everywhere. Go find Sister Xiaode to play with you, and you can also watch TV in the living room for a while."

"TV? TV!" Lu Xiaohe's pupils widened and he could not say confidently.

Li Xiaoming expressed that he was speechless. Such a beautiful girl is waiting for you in the next room. If you don't want to play with her, you only think about TV. You are so worthless.

But this can't be blamed on him. After all, he has lived in a slum since he was a child and wandered around the ghetto.

The buildings in the ghetto were never more than five meters high, and there was a large garbage dump next to them, which was additional income in addition to the subsidies.

Become the best place to live for a large number of unfortunate people.

If you are lucky enough to pick up a broken TV, if you can still change the program, you will never sell it. Dozens of people will come over and watch it.

Even changing the channel is extremely difficult and requires a fair, impartial and open vote.

He was tired of debating whether the channel should be a sports channel or a film and television channel, or whether it should be replaced by a musical. This kind of thing happened every day, and some people even got into fights.

Standing at the door of someone else's house, looking through the window at the dim light inside, enjoying a shameful TV show.

Most of the programs are not to your liking, of course it would be nice if you could watch them like this, although in the end you will definitely be cursed by the host and driven away.

So he dreams of watching TV alone for a while, being able to change the stage at will, never being disturbed by others, and enjoying his own audio-visual feast.

Li Xiaoming waved his hand and sent him away.

"Okay, it's none of your business. Let's go down and watch TV. By the way, can you change the channel?"

"Yes, yes, I've seen others do it."

Lu Xiaohe's memory is pretty good, and he can basically understand things that others have done over and over again.

As for Uncle Zhang, in order to maintain his bone health and prevent osteoporosis, he would bask in the sun for a while every day, exercise regularly, walk around the courtyard twice, and then take a good rest, so he didn't watch much TV.

Li Xiaoming began to meditate on the bed. After all, he had never learned the orthodox practice of a dream master, so he could only practice based on some unreliable methods on the Internet. It was a miracle that he was lucky enough to become a nightmare master.

Meditation is what he often does, abandoning distracting thoughts and seriously building something, such as a house.

Now he has built a small house in the spiritual sea, less than six square meters, not very beautiful, with only four walls, a roof, and a door.

Not much can be put in it, and it may not even be of any use at all. It is just a fantasy to improve thinking calculations. In fact, there are many things worth developing.

He is understanding the most essential things, such as the construction of air, water, stone...

There is nothing in the spiritual sea, not even air.

He was simply giving the idea of ​​air, and it seemed wrong to just build houses in the first place.

The spiritual world needs to be more perfect. It is not just as simple as building a house, but a complete ecological circle, coupled with bizarre fantasies.

The practice of the Dreamer profession is not like those guys who need to fight and take so many drugs. As long as your imagination is rich enough and your understanding of the world is higher, the stronger your abilities will be.

But this profession is also the profession that is most likely to fall into madness. Although it is ranked in the middle class, as the level increases, it is no worse than the same profession in the upper class.

"Hooh!"

The huge body towered over all things, and a pair of red eyes as big as lanterns peered at him, but there was no hostility, only curiosity and ridicule.

It's much better than before when I didn't know which demon or ancient god's projection I had offended, and I would do it even if I didn't understand.

Although you are being harassed by unknown things, you can choose to ignore it and continue practicing, as long as you are not afraid of the symptoms of being possessed and bleeding from the seven orifices.

Li Xiaoming closed his eyes and chose to ignore it, because he was sure that the guy was just scaring him.

As expected, the owner of those eyes closed again, the world fell into silence again, and the supernatural energy was constantly being transformed into dream essence suitable for the profession of dreamer.

After a long while, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling his body light and light, and the ideas in his mind became much clearer.

Li Xiaoming said to himself: "The abilities of the sixth-level nightmare master are well-deserved. The muscle control of the body and the speed of nerve response have been relatively improved."

He took out his mobile phone and checked the time, then walked to the balcony and opened the curtains. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the sunset in the distance dyed half of the sky red, which was especially beautiful.

"Has it been so long without you realizing it?"

He twisted his neck, his bones cracked, and he maintained the same posture. It was indeed not easy to meditate for such a long time.

Walking downstairs, I noticed that Lu Xiaohe seemed to have been watching TV before he went downstairs, and he wanted to press his eyes to the screen.

He shouted loudly: "Hey, this is not how Ergou watches TV. Be careful of damaging your eyes, so stay back a little."

Lu Xiaohe nodded dullly, but his body still didn't move.

Li Xiaoming sighed helplessly. Why was it the same as when he was a child? He had to be told a second time to understand. He walked over directly, picked up the back of his neck, and put him on the sofa, suddenly pulling him five meters away.

"Next time you watch TV so close to me, make sure I don't slap you. It's time for you to rest. I've watched it since noon and it's almost evening. I'll have plenty of time in the future."

Lu Xiaohe nodded and reluctantly turned off the TV, although he knew that these programs had been saved and could be watched again in the future.

"Oh, you finally came down. I was going to give you a quilt, but you didn't answer the door when I knocked on the door. Then the child said it doesn't matter and it will be fine later."

Uncle Zhang had already rested, sitting on a suspended seat from outside the door, and flew over.

"Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't pay attention. By the way, Uncle Zhang, please do me a favor and pay attention to this child. Don't let him watch TV too close or for too long."

Seeing this exaggerated view, Li Xiaoming felt that the time to buy this child a mobile phone had to be postponed for a while.

"Oh, I tried to persuade him, but he sat down again before I pulled away for a while. I went out and wandered around for a while, and it seemed that he put his eyes over me again. But this kid is quite good at chatting, and he's lovable. How did you meet?"

"You are a good person and you just meet each other. Sir, please help me get some food. I may not be here for a few days in the future, and the food expenses of the two of them are all covered."

The landlord said with a smile: "That's okay, it's just a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and it's lively when there are more people eating. This kid looks very smart, but he's too thin, so he needs to make up for it."

"Well, thank you."

"By the way, call your little girlfriend down to have dinner with you. I thought you two were in the same room. Honeymoon lovers are always inseparable."

"This joke is not funny."

Li Xiaoming said this, but he still agreed with the uncle's driving skills and smiled happily.

Lu Xiaohe said a little surprised: "Grandpa, are they two people going to get married?"

"I don't know, but it may be the case in the future. But the chance is not high. After all, the gap in identity is too big. If you fall in love, you will miss it. You are so young and you don't understand." Zhang Jianjun showed a mysterious smile.

Li Xiaoming stood respectfully at the door, and suddenly heard heavy breathing and low moans coming from inside.

He was about to knock on the door but stopped.

"Is it possible that you have contracted some virus? You won't be in danger, right? No, if that happens, would it be too embarrassing if I bother you?"

Li Xiaoming suddenly discovered that the door handle was not locked, so he quietly opened the door a small crack and carefully peeked inside.

However, what he saw shocked him. What was this?

Oh my God, I never expected that I would do such a thing.

I saw a young girl wearing a vest. There was a clear vest line on her small waist, which was full of muscles and was very well-proportioned.

His snow-white arms were exposed, dripping with sweat, and he was pumping his fists continuously.

From time to time, he can also perform two roundhouse kicks, making his long hair fly, and even boxing is so beautiful?

Li Xiaoming wiped his eyes to make sure that this was not the cute girl next to him. He must have mistakenly recognized the person.

So, he quietly closed the door, took a deep breath, and knocked again.

"Dang, dong, dong, dong!"

He shouted to the door: "It's almost time for dinner. I'll ask you to go down to eat. Are you there? I'll open the door if you don't."

"Wait a minute, I'm getting dressed now." A hurried voice came from inside.

Li Xiaoming silently counted down three numbers in his heart, and then pushed the door open.

A weak girl is lying on the bed, with long flaxen hair covering half of her face, a quilt between her legs, and her eyes covered by gauze. She seems to have just woken up, but her face is rosy and her body is dripping with sweat. .

"Who let you in, get out quickly!" the girl shouted shyly.

Li Xiaoming glanced at her, her slender thighs were tied with a black ribbon.

He made a tut-tsk sound and shook his head unfortunately. "I understand. Maybe I got into the role play out of curiosity. If you have any psychological problems in the future, you can talk to me. In fact, my secondary profession is a psychiatrist. I counsel a lot of patients every year, and I often counsel myself."

Xiaode quickly explained: "Well, it's not what you think, and as a gentleman, you just rashly broke into a girl's boudoir?"

Li Xiaoming said: "I knocked on the door and counted three times. The key point is that I was afraid that you would have an accident so I came over to take a look."

"Can you please walk out?"

"Don't be so polite, girl."

"Get out of here!"

"Okay."

Li Xiaoming smiled silently, pretended not to know anything, and gently closed the door. "By the way, come down and eat quickly. If you have any psychological problems, you can really come to me for treatment."

"Ah, I said you misunderstood. I really don't have any mental illness."

Li Xiaoming walked in the passage, white lights shining behind him, walking very slowly.

The smile on that face immediately turned calm, and I couldn't help but wonder why there was so much power of holy light gathered in that girl's room, leaving behind the remaining structures of space magic, and one particularly important thing. I may not be able to beat this woman.

"Things are getting more and more interesting, but I still like to be a fool." Li Xiaoming likes to act like a fool while pretending to understand, so that he can live longer.

So he especially likes the word Ming, which is composed of a day and a month. Bright, tomorrow, smart... can always form a favorite idiom.