A wooden house.

It looks so out of place with the surrounding black stone house.

Perhaps it's a while that the wooden walls built with log pillars are covered with mottled moss marks.

The roof is blue-gray, covered with 'stone flakes' like fish scales. I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain just now, dripping water fell from the edge of the roof.

The evening wind blew, and the blue curtain hanging in front of the door was raised, like a waving hand, which touched Tang Ling's heart one by one.

Is there something wrong with memory?

Tang Ling rolled his throat, looking at the wooden house that was incompatible with the surrounding black stone houses, and his heart was filled with unspeakable strange emotions.

He actually had the urge to go there to find out.

I can't tell it clearly to prove that I really ignored this wooden house.

Or is it strange that people who come and go seem to turn a blind eye to it?

After a moment, Tang Ling stood in this alley. He really couldn't control the most real impulse in his heart - he had to go to this wooden house.

With his hands in his pockets, Tang Ling walked towards the building in a stairs, stepped on the alley with a large amount of water, making a "cracking and tapping", but as he approached the building, the sound became smaller and then gradually became inaudible.

It seems like I slowly walked into another space.

No one around noticed this slightly thin, beautiful black-haired boy. He just glanced at him inadvertently and saw him walking to the end of the alley, walking through the corner, and then disappearing.

**

In front of the wooden house.

Tang Ling stopped and his breathing was slightly rapid.

He was not tired, but noticed that when he approached the wooden house, there was no one around him.

Even the familiar street scenes next to it are so unreal, like a layer of invisible barriers, it is hard to tell whether it is real or an illusion.

But the wooden house still stands in front of you, as if it is the only one that is the most real existence.

"Maybe, this is another dream?" After calming down a little, Tang Ling looked up and saw a wooden sign hanging on the door.

There is no deliberate carving, and it is in a very primitive form, but there are four square patterns on it.

It is full of strength, and at first glance there is a strange beauty.

"Mysterious shop..." Tang Ling murmured to himself, and actually recognized the meaning expressed by these four patterns.

This kind of block is probably a kind of text.

As soon as the thought came to Tang Ling's mind.

But strangely, Tang Ling was not shocked. From the night of the sudden change to now, nothing has happened, which will make him feel unreasonable.

Besides, this is a dream.

Does everything in the dream need explanation?

With this idea, Tang Ling lifted the still dancing blue curtain and stepped into the house.

It was dark and there was only a strange fragrance that filled the entire space.

This is a breath that Tang Ling had never smelled before. She only felt the freshness of wood, mixed with the fragrance of fruit, which entered her nose, and looked like a strange fragrance of flowers that were mixed together when flowers bloomed.

It makes people feel at ease and clear.

Subconsciously, Tang Ling wanted to cover her mouth and nose. In this era, all seemingly harmless details will eventually become a reason to lose her life.

What's more, the dreams you have experienced tell him that everything will be reflected in reality.

"I don't know if it's still time?" Tang Ling was a little nervous.

But at this moment, a dim light suddenly appeared, and the originally dark room actually lit up with the dim light, and dim light appeared on both sides of the left and right.

"Long Danxiang. Top-grade." At the same time, a lazy voice came from the room, with a hint of indifference in the calm, just like talking in Tang Ling's ear.

Cold sweat filled Tang Ling's forehead in an instant. The precise instinct that he had been relying on had no effect. Even a person was hiding in the darkness did not notice it?

He took a step back with caution, and Tang Ling also saw everything in front of him clearly.

There is a thick black-brown wooden cabinet with a brass-colored totem carving on the wooden cabinet. The flames jumped into the belly of the totem image, emitting a dim and swaying light.

Next to this totem carving is a metallic, very exquisite-looking stove. The green smoke rises from the stove cover, graceful and undispersed, and the fragrance rises.

A white and slender hand slowly picked up the stove cover and placed it aside.

Then, a small piece of white things was twisted from the white and clear stone plate next to it, put them into the stove, and then covered it with the fragrance became more and more intense.

Tang Ling clenched his fists secretly.

And the master of the hand finally looked up.

As he looked up, his figure hiding in the darkness immediately became clear.

He sat, but he could see that he was tall and not strong, but inexplicably felt an invincible sense of danger.

This was just a pure feeling. Tang Ling's precise instinct had completely failed and had no sense of the man sitting behind the wooden cabinet.

“The best natural dragon fragrance is rare.”

"After all, you need to soak in the sea for hundreds of years. Things that are related to time are always extremely precious."

"But Ziyue appeared, right? So Long Danxiang is normal."

Compared to Tang Ling's nervousness, the man was very calm. He said something about the fragrance in the room, but Tang Ling was completely confused.

Only that sentence Ziyue appeared, which made Tang Ling's heart beat, and he subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Maybe he didn't expect Tang Ling to ask back, and the man's eyes showed a 'interest' expression, but he still replied: "It's very simple. Everything is changing, won't the sperm whale change too?"

"Dragon Birth Scent, produced by sperm whale."

The explanation is very simple, but Tang Ling can't figure out what all this has to do with Zi Yue?

He was just very surprised, why can he see the man clearly now?

The black hair like him was neatly combed backwards and gathered behind his ears.

The black eyes that were like him were deep like a deep pool. When he stared at it, there was a flash of light, as if it was reflected in the starry sky.

It has very good facial features, so it’s hard to tell the difference between men and women.

The whole person is lazy, but that kind of laziness doesn't take everything into consideration, and I feel bored and don't care.

Such an unforgettable person was sitting here before and didn't move. Why couldn't I see clearly?

Tang Ling stood silently, but his mind was filled with various problems.

But the man seemed to be reluctant to talk nonsense. He suddenly looked at Tang Ling, narrowed his eyes, and showed a formulaic smile: "Welcome to the mysterious shop, Dream Series No. 0233."

No. 0233 Dream Cell? Tang Ling's heart suddenly tightened, as if he had grabbed something.

But before he could ask, the man had already stood up, and the black robe on his body reflected the dim light, and the light flowed like black water.
Chapter completed!