The situation in the outside world, as well as the situation in all the realms of gods, is definitely unknown to people in dreams. , Lin Zheng was satisfied with the one-story tower he had built, and the starry sky created with data and programs. A sense of self-confidence is arising spontaneously, but what kind of people are around me, how can I make myself feel better? The incarnation of Fat Mansion spoke first:
"Yes, the original version. I originally thought you would build a Tower of Babel, or a Tower of Babel. I really didn't expect that in the end, what you built was just a Tower of Spiritual Bones."
"What is a spiritual bone tower? The grease on your belly will make your eyes wet. It's so unaesthetic."
"A tower without a door is not meant to house the dead. How are you going to house the living?"
After being complained by Fat Man's incarnation, Lin walked around the newly built magic tower. What a surprise! "Oh my god, there really is no way. Who did it?"
It's a pity that in this dreamland, the only living people are myself, myself, and myself. No matter how much you try to shirk responsibility, it still falls on yourself in the end. So Lin had to bathe in the disdainful eyes of the other two selves looking at trash. He said helplessly in a low tone: "If you noticed it, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I told you. But you were so happy that you didn't care what we said."
"Yeah." His eyes drifted from side to side, and Lin said feebly, "We don't live here anyway. We have access or no access, so it should be fine."
"Then why don't you just set up a totem pole, like a magic tower?"
"Yeah." Lin's eyes drifted between the two incarnations. Rubbing the back of his left hand with his right hand, he said flatteringly: "How about we dig a hole and open a door? The project shouldn't be difficult."
"Yes, the project is not difficult. But the magic circle and runes on it will probably have to be completely torn down and rebuilt. I still can't figure out which one is more difficult. Engineering or magic?"
"Then what do you want? This won't work, and that won't work either. Just look at the joke and won't give any constructive suggestions."
"Don't be angry at yourself, it's so meaningless. Besides, what's wrong with this method? Who among the people on Ghost Island doesn't do this?"
"Here, how about you say some opinions that I can refute. Every sentence is so right, I don't know how to reply."
"Hey, you are praising yourself. Your butt is almost sticking up."
Lin couldn't really get angry with anything he said or did to the incarnation of Fat House. He looked at his other self, who had remained silent, and said, "Hey, middle schooler, can you tolerate this fat guy talking nonsense?"
"Who is talking nonsense?"
"Fuck me! I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to wake up." Lin waved his hand, and the figures of the two avatars gradually faded until they disappeared without a trace. At the same time, what was missing also included himself, because it was the same situation when he woke up from the dream and returned to reality. In this dreamland, the only thing left was the one-story magic tower and a few stars.
Lin returned to reality. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw three big heads in front of him, Fen, Halumi and Kaya.
Lin was a little scared at being so close. If you want to retreat, there is that big tree behind the problem, and there is no way to retreat. So with one move of his right hand, he pushed away the three faces in front of him at the same time and said, "If you scare people, they will scare them to death."
Halumi, who is straight-tempered and impatient, said: "Teacher, your whole body was glowing and making a rumbling sound just now. Do you know what happened?"
"Did I really just now?" He shifted his gaze to the former Demon King standing in the farthest place. Fen nodded, indicating that she agreed with Hallumi's words. After thinking for a while, Lin said: "It was in my dream that I officially completed the one-story magic tower and completed the magic runes at the same time. Is it because of this?"
Regarding what Lin said, the two girls had too little knowledge to comment. But the one who is quite interested in the path someone chooses is Fen, a former demon king who has experienced the baptism of magic knowledge in the old era and has half a foot in that field. She couldn't wait to ask: "Oh, you completed the magic for the magic tower. What kind of magic did you choose as the basis of your dream? Giant strength and jumping for offense? Stone skin and earth wall for defense? Or? Transparency and floating for special purposes? Is there any difference in using the magic if it is engraved on the magic tower in the dream? Does it feel faster or slower? Is it more convenient to cast or more powerful? "
"I can only choose the bright light technique."
His expression changed from a cheerful expression to a face of embarrassment in an instant. Fin simply didn't know how to comment on such a choice.
The man who noticed the change in the expression of a certain lich asked nervously: "Is there something wrong with this choice? Is it bad? Is it too late to change it now?"
