Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

Lin Jianshen was very worried about Sang Zhonglin on the surface, but in his heart he just wanted to hold Sang Zhonglin's head and let him dream quickly!

What are you doing chattering here?

If you have time to say such honest words, it is better to dream quickly.

"Okay, since this is what you want, I'll let you do it." Sang Zhonglin looked kind.

The surrounding fog gathers and disperses, and the scene is reconstructed.

Soon, green mountains and green waters appeared around.

The towering peaks in the clouds and mists seem to be covered by tulle, shadowy, mysterious and beautiful.

Even the modern clothes on Sang Zhonglin turned into a white robe.He was tall and tall, wearing that robe, showing a bit of abstinence.Sang Zhonglin looked at the long stone steps in front of him and walked up step by step.

The stone steps lead directly to the halfway up the mountain, and it took a lot of time.

Lin Jianshen watched Sang Zhonglin's movements silently, with his hands folded around his chest, this was probably Sang Zhonglin's teacher.

"Brother!" A handsome young man stood on the top of the stone steps, waving excitedly at Sang Zhonglin.

Sang Zhonglin's eyes were full of thick ink-like emotions, he quickened his pace, and quickly walked in front of the young man: "Little brother, how long have you been waiting?" "Not long." The young man held Sang Zhonglin back "Brother, tell me quickly, what kind of goblin did you meet this time when you went out this time? It must be interesting."

Sang Zhonglin looked down at the young man's hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll talk to you slowly."

"Okay." The boy said, "By the way, senior brother, I'm getting engaged."

The scenes in the dream had ripples, like the reflections in the water because someone fiddled with the water.

The basic content of the dream is that Sang Zhonglin's consciousness is being manipulated. When his thoughts are impacted, the scene world will fluctuate and even collapse.

Lin Jianshen raised his brows, which is interesting.

This boy is the one that Sang Zhonglin tried his best to revive, right?

"Eldest brother, why is your face so ugly?" The young man looked at Sang Zhonglin worriedly.

Sang Zhonglin heard himself asking in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"

"Who else is there, Qingqing." The young man smiled contentedly, "I like her."

Sang Zhonglin told himself that this was his dream, and the dream should be under his control.

But the fear in the subconscious is slowly dominating the world.

At the beginning, his junior brother was also like this, telling him about it with a smile on his face.

Even though so many years have passed, even in this illusory dream, thinking of this incident still hurts his heart.

"Really? That's good." Sang Zhonglin raised the corners of his lips.

It doesn't matter, as long as the woman is killed.