People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

"Take the transaction as an extraordinary ritual. Could it be that the extraordinary characteristic you hold is a trading judge?"

Ning Xiuyuan, who had just completed a deal, suddenly heard the voice of Yavumza in his mind.

"Yes, the great Yavumza."

Ning Xiuyuan responded in his heart, and the figure constantly shuttled through the dreamland, looking for the next target.

"This is the most stupid way of execution!"

"Then what should I do?"

Ning Xiuyuan moved in his heart and asked rhetorically.

"Spread magic."

Sure enough, Ning Xiuyuan took a long breath in his heart: "I'm already doing it, but it's not far from complete integration."

"The white worm died well."

Yavumza sighed, his voice was icy, cold to his bones.

I don't know if he is mocking the White Worm or admiring Ning Xiuyuan.

"Being anchored by the extraordinary, the minions of the gods are your best tool, these despicable lucky ones are just a waste of time." Yavumza said again.

Ning Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes.

"I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the gods!"

"A group of quail generations, who want to be hunters but are afraid of becoming prey, will only hide in the kingdom of God and drive the dirty and poor minions with despicable and filthy eyes."

Ning Xiuyuan's comments made Ning Xiuyuan secretly speechless, but also thoughtful.

"I understand."

"As soon as possible, since the appearance of those despicable old gods, time has become a measure for me."

"Yes, the great Yavumza."

Ning Xiuyuan nodded, his figure flashed and appeared in front of an extraordinary person.

"Dream merchant?!"

The transcendent looked at the gray figure that suddenly appeared, and then at the distorted and changing scenery around him, his expression was both scared and happy.

"This gentleman, I have a deal. I wonder if you are interested?"

Before the extraordinary could speak, Ning Xiuyuan rubbed his fingers, and a pile of playing cards appeared in his hand.

"I decided to hold a trade fair tonight. This is the ticket for the fair. Those who hold the ticket can participate."

"Help me sell these admission tickets, and all the rewards will go to you. How about this transaction?"

The transcendent was stunned.

After a long while, he eagerly asked: "The fair? What format?"

Ning Xiuyuan smiled and said, "As long as you can bring out things that satisfy me, you can take away any goods from me, including extraordinary features."

"Remember, don't try to monopolize, I will find a few more people to help."

After speaking, Ning Xiuyuan released the playing cards and at the same time slowly stepped back. Seeing that the figure was about to melt into the darkness, the extraordinary suddenly shouted.

"By the way, where is the fair held?"

"Come, naturally you will know."

Under the curls, there was only a pile of poker cards floating in the air.

The extraordinary man was startled, grabbed the playing cards and rushed out.

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The land of dreams is strange and weird.

As a dream catcher, Giles wandered on the main road with a serious expression, like a walk.

The crushed meat on the street, the corpses dangling under the street lamp, and the monsters looming in the darkness of the surrounding buildings, seemed to be beautiful scenery.

There are quite a few people like him.

In the usual place of dreams of the door, you can see a person more than a hundred meters away today.

Everyone kept silent and had a clear heart.

Suddenly, a mysterious man covered in a curse robe walked up to Giles and handed out a card.

"Mr. I'm looking for a dream merchant, right? Don't look for it, the dream merchant said, there will be a trade fair at 12 o'clock tonight. This is the admission ticket, 100 Langer."

Giles was stunned.

"Want or not, decide quickly! If you are worried that I am a liar, I will leave now."

"want!"

Giles gritted his teeth and handed over the silver coin.

The man took the silver coin, handed over the card, and left immediately.

Giles looked at the clown figure on the cards in his hand and subconsciously whispered: "Is this true?"

"This card is twisted out of a dream, and no one in Egbert can do this except for the dream merchant."

The sound that came from nowhere made Giles feel relieved, and a deep exhaustion poured into his limbs.

No one knows how much psychological pressure he endured when he was invited by the Storm and Rain God Church.

The Storm and Rain God's conjecture on the identity of the dream merchant made him panic, even if there is church surveillance and protection behind him.

Especially right now, use the body as a bait.

This shocked him even more!

Now it's alright. Since the Dreamland Merchant has decided to hold a trade fair, he doesn't need to act as a bait anymore.

"Tonight's trade fair, you must attend."

I don't want to, the sound coming out of my ear again made Giles dumbfounded, who was suddenly relieved.

"This trade fair may be a guise for adjusting the tiger away from the mountain."

In the corner of the street, Father Palmer's face sank. The changes in the behavior of the dream merchant made him smell a conspiracy.

Is it possible that the Dream Merchant is just a bait in the face?

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Butt determines thinking, compared to the skepticism of the church.

Egbert's transcendents, and even occult lovers, are caught in a carnival.

Yes, almost overnight, the news that the dream merchant will hold a trade fair in the dreamland of Egbert caused a sensation in the occult circle.

For them, trade fairs are more secure than dealing with dream merchants alone.

Wine is strong and courageous, and so is the number of people.

People naturally have different opinions on the identity of the dream merchant, but it is definitely recognized that the dream merchant must be very powerful.

This is nonsense!

Not powerful enough, where are so many extraordinary items and even extraordinary characteristics?

Therefore, everybody will feel uneasy when dealing with such a big man.

It's all right now. The trade fair will be held directly. By then, extraordinary people will gather, and even church members may participate. No matter how daring the dream merchant is, I am afraid that he will not dare to take action in public.

This is why everyone is ecstatic.

For a time, a large number of occult enthusiasts asked for admission tickets one after another.

Even the first batch of brothers and sisters, Brenda and Awa, who had contact with Taomeng merchants, learned of this.

"It's so cool, you deserve to be a dream businessman, it's a big deal!" Brenda held the admission ticket bought from a friend with a look of excitement.

"What about big hands? We are so poor, we can only stare at it." Awa looked calmer, even a little melancholy.

"So, you're not going? Then I sold your admission ticket?"

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"Don't sell, who said I won't go?"

Awa raised her hand and grabbed the ticket from her brother.

"Didn't you say that it's useless if you go?"

"It's useless, but it can be an eye-opener! It would be even better if I could talk to the dream merchant. Strictly speaking, he is my enlightenment mentor after all."

Awa looked at the poker cards in her hand, her eyes dazzling.

"I knew that women are always duplicity." Brenda muttered.

"Shut up, I am not a woman, call me Ms. Awa!"

"Yes, dear Ms. Awa!"

"what time is it now?"

"It's only seven o'clock."

"Ah, why is it only seven o'clock? The first time I found out, it's a long time!"

In the slightly irritable expectation, time passed bit by bit.

On this day, Egbert also has countless occult lovers, and even extraordinary people, staring at his pocket watch irritably, counting the second hand.

Time has feet, and 12 o'clock is finally long overdue.

At a quarter of an hour before 12 o'clock, the Brenda brothers and sisters immediately chanted a spell and escaped into the dreamland with spirit, intelligence and body.

When they walked out of the villa, wondering where to look for a trade fair hosted by a dream merchant, they looked as if they were struck by lightning.

I saw a simple castle in the air in the dreamland of Egbert, floating in the air like an open flame, exuding a dazzling light.

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The sea of ​​collective consciousness, the raging waves and the turbulent waves.

The Black Pearl, which sailed from early morning to late at night, was ups and downs on the cusp of the mighty waves.

Demigod Lambert stood by the railing, watching the huge dream whale passing under the ship, his blood gradually heated up.

After driving through the storm bay in front, he will step into the maritime land of the collective consciousness of the **** of storm and rain. By then, he will not be far from the destination of this trip.