"You must remember that the only thing you have in mind is not to do something or do something. If there are too many, this divine bead may become thinner, and it will easily be eroded by the ring of the dream." Zhao Yazhu reminded again.

Zhou Fan did not reply. He had not had much time left. The gray fog had spread to his neck and his body became faintly visible. He understood that if the dream was continuous, he would probably appear in the villa of the little boy in blood tonight.

And he can only have the idea of ​​doing one thing or not doing something.

If it appears in the villa of the little boy in blood, it is almost impossible for him to escape with the weirdness shown by the little boy in blood.

Then he only has two choices. The first choice is to continue to ignore the game invitation of the little boy in blood, and the second choice is to accept the game invitation of the little boy in blood.

The first choice he chose to choose not to die last night, but it does not mean that he will be fine tonight. It took him a lot of time to get into the villa last night, so later he escaped from his dream at the moment of death.

The second option is to accept the game invitation. He can completely set himself to play one of the games, but if he chooses one of the snowman, snowball fights, wooden man one, two or three, rock-scissors, and painting, he thinks that building a snowman may be the safest.

But this was just what he thought, and he was not sure what would happen if he accepted the game invitation.

So he doesn't want to choose to accept the game invitation.

The gray fog reached Zhou Fan's chin. Zhou Fan had some idea in his mind. He still looked at Zhao Yazhu and asked, "What kind of ideas do you think I'd choose to deposit it in?"

"You say you were dying if you didn't play games last night, so you can only put your mind on playing some of the games. The little boy in blood has provided you with five games. Snowball fights will make the snowball hit you. The wooden man, one, two, three, and rock-scissors will quickly decide the winner and lose. The drawing is too weird. I think it's safest to build a snowman." Zhao Yazhu analyzed with a smile.

It is rare that Zhao Yazhu does not charge any reward.

Zhou Fan just nodded silently. He did not ask too much, but instead looked at the Shen Yuanzhu intently and silently recited the thoughts he had thought.

The Divine Yuan Bead soon turned into a silver-black light and drilled into Zhou Fan's eyebrows.

At this time, Zhou Fan was completely covered by gray fog and soon disappeared on the ship.

"You said that building a snowman is the safest. Are you lying to him or telling the truth?" As soon as Zhou Fan left, Ei Fu asked.

"Little guy, is there any difference?" Zhao Yazhu asked with a teasing look on her face.

"Of course there is a difference. If you are cheating him, you will kill me." Yi Fu said with a slightly cold face.

Zhao Yazhu laughed: "Little guy, don't worry. If you don't say it's for you, he owes me a possession. Why would I bear to be killed like this? Otherwise, why would I sell him the Divine Yuanzhu?"

"As for those words, I was sincere, but I can't guarantee that what I said is right. Maybe building a snowman is the most dangerous game."

"Then do you think he will listen to you?" Eifu asked again.

"That's not sure. Zhou Fan is very complicated." Zhao Yazhu sighed: "Even if he listens to me, he must have thought about it and listened only after thinking it's right, just like you."

"Hearing his tone, he seems to be staying there for a while. Have you found a suspicious place?"

Eifu was silent and said, "I have found two places closest to me. I went to look for them separately from my people, but you also know that walking outside is not easy, it still takes time. I don't know if I can catch up."

"Just as I said before, it's best to catch up, and you don't have to be depressed if you can't catch up. There are many opportunities. Of course, he should not die in his dream, otherwise you will definitely have to follow him and be buried with me. As for me, I will also go to sleep and wait for the next time to wake up." Zhao Yazhu said.

"I understand this, you don't need to remind me." Eifu took a deep breath, "If time had time, after I found him, I would find him, and I would find a way to lead him away from the dangerous land of the Ring of the Dream."

"It's best. After all, your current strength cannot defeat him and imprison him. This is indeed a good way." Zhao Yazhu nodded with a smile.

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...

Zhou Fan stood quietly in the manor. In front of him was the bright red snow, and the little boy in blood was standing on the snow. He looked at Zhou Fan and asked indifferently: "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Zhou Fan shook his head slowly and refused the invitation.

"If you don't want to, you can go inside." The little boy in blood lowered his head, made a small snowball with his hands, and then put it on the ground and slowly rolled into a big snowball. After he looked up slightly and found that Zhou Fan was still there. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "If you don't make snowman with me, what are you doing here?"

"I'm walking, I've always been so slow in walking and doing things." Zhou Fan stuttered.

The little boy in blood then realized that Zhou Fan was indeed moving, but his steps were very small, and he would lift it up and move it a little and then put it down. His feet were as weak as an old man, so he probably was faster than a turtle.

Little boy in blood: "..."

The little boy in blood stood blankly and watched Zhou Fan's turtle move. He had never seen such a situation when he was building a snowman. If Zhou Fan refused to play games and was unwilling to go in, he would have a way, but now Zhou Fan was not unwilling to go, but Zhou Fan was walking in.

The little boy in blood tilted his head and thought for a while, thinking that it was okay to do so, so he simply lowered his head and continued to build a snowman.

Zhou Fan was still moving forward firmly until the little boy in blood packed three snowmen, then he pushed open the door and slowly left here.

It took a long time to cross this door until the door closed again, and the little boy in the blood-clothed building who built the snowman raised his head and looked at the closed door, and then lowered his head to build the snowman.

When I came in, I saw a wider snow. There were still three little boys in blood-clothed clothes standing on the snow with the same appearance and height. They held bright red snowballs in their hands. The tallest little boy asked coldly: "Do you want to have a snowball fight?"

Zhou Fan was silent. He neither said he wanted nor said he didn't want it.

"If you don't play, go inside." The shortest little boy added.

But Zhou Fan did not raise his foot either.

"What do you mean?" the tallest little boy in blood asked a little angry.

"I, I haven't thought about it yet." Zhou Fan said slowly: "Can I let me think about it carefully?"

The three little boys in blood looked at each other, and no one would ever answer like this.

They didn't even play snowball fights, but just looked at Zhou Fan and put pressure on Zhou Fan.

After a long time, Zhou Fan seemed to think about it: "I won't play snowball fights."

"Then you leave quickly." The little boy in blood, who was not tall or short, felt relieved and urged.

So the three of them soon saw Zhou Fan nodding slowly, raising his foot slowly, walking towards the door inside like a turtle crawling.
Chapter completed!