Xiahou said in confusion: "This is a good thing? He is also the first to learn about this. If the Taoist priest cannot be in the middle of reconciliation, will there be any mistakes?"

"No." Liu Qingshan said confidently, "He can even take over my dream channel, which means he can also partially take over His Majesty's dream. In this way, no matter whether the assassin can be caught or not, at least His Majesty's safety is foolproof."

Xiahou nodded silently, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little, but he still looked at the surroundings quietly and never slacked off.

After all, there is no guarantee that there is only one assassinator. Perhaps in addition to dreams, there are also hidden crises.

And at this moment, Feng Jincang's dream.

In the early morning, in the imperial city where no one was everywhere, Emperor Qi was covering his neck and avoiding it carefully.

He knew that he was in a dream now, but when he was assassinated in the dream, the sense of crisis allowed him to instinctively use all his wisdom and make means of fighting.

The moment the back heart was stabbed, Feng Jincang made a quick decision and jumped from a high place first. The pillar on his head and feet slid down, causing the injury on his back to reach his heart.

After that, he barely climbed into the next floor of the tall building and began his escape in the entire imperial city.

But Feng Jincang discovered that the assassin in this dream seemed not to be a human, or in other words, the assassin could not only have a human mindset.

When he fled nearby to Long Jiaxuan's mansion and took advantage of the convenience of familiar terrain to deal with the assassin here, a goshawk with a wingspan of more than meter in the sky flew down and took a fatal blow to him in the courtyard of the prime minister's mansion.

Feng Jincang jumped into the Prime Minister's pond again, walked into the river along the pond, and threw away the flying eagle, but could not take off the injury that was torn apart by the eagle's claws on his neck.

At this time, he hid in the Chen Mansion.

The assassination in the dream sounded terrifying, but Feng Jincang was not scared and panicked.

He had discovered the strangeness of this dream and guessed that when he was injured in the dream, he would also have some adverse reactions in reality.

Even if this faint strangeness is not noticed, as long as the time is delayed, until the emperor has not yet awakened, Xiahou and the others will naturally discover the strangeness and try to rescue him.

Shortly after hiding in the Chen Mansion in Fengjincang, the wounds on the back and neck stopped bleeding inexplicably, and the pain was greatly weakened, and even the wounds on the neck were slightly closed and scabbed.

"It seems that people from the outside world have already taken some measures to deal with it."

Feng Jincang flipped over a pot of hot tea in Chenfu study, drank in a small mouthful, stood behind the door, opened a small gap, and peeked into the situation outside.

He did not notice that a poisonous snake covered in black was swimming out of the corner of the wall, silently approaching him like a ghostly phantom.

When we approached about one foot of Feng Jincang, the snake's head was raised and the first half of the body was bowed perfectly in line with the snake's way of killing. We were about to bounce over this last distance and bite the target.

Suddenly, the black snake scales stood up completely unreasonably, and a sense of oppression that almost destroyed his mind fell.

Instead of rushing forward as expected, he rolled back, the snake body became a ball, suddenly spread its wings, and turned from the poisonous snake into a strange swallow, passing through the window and flew into the sky.

Just now, this assassinator, who had no reason to change, felt that every item in the room had turned into an eye and was staring at him quietly. Even the ground that should have given people the most peace of mind suddenly became a burial place with thousands of swords, and was about to imprison and bury him.

The assassinator who had no master of the Six Gods felt that only by flying into the sky could he give himself a chance to breathe.

The sound of swallows breaking through the window attracted Feng Jincang's attention. He quickly walked to the window and pushed it to look.

The swallow was flying away from here quickly, and suddenly screamed.

Feng Jincang did not see anything hurting the swallow, but the cry of the flying swallow was filled with fear as if it was in hell.

The little swallow suddenly stretched into a human form and pounced forward, as if breaking a boundary in the air and disappeared out of thin air.

The assassin disappeared from Feng Jincang's sight and appeared on a high platform made of wind and sand and logs.

On this high platform, there was a man wearing the armor of a general, who was in great enthusiasm to guide the thousands of soldiers below.

Most of the soldiers who knelt in the sand and dust had blurred facial features, and only the person on the platform had a clear face, but he looked like a child who was only seven or eight years old.

The assassinator breathed a sigh of relief. He had already arrived in another person's dream, probably a prince.

The feeling of everything in the world turning into eyes staring at one by one, and finally disappeared.

However, passing through different dreams will consume a lot of energy. The feeling of oppression just now makes his spirit almost exhausted, and he can't even maintain the ability to change randomly in the dream.

The assassination did not dare to stay for too long, so he wanted to pass through this dream and return to his own dream.

Suddenly, the assassin stopped.

He found that the sound of wind and sand in his ears disappeared at some point. The laughing child general kept his hands on his hips and stood stiffly in place, like a painting of ink stains.

Assassinating, he raised his head stiffly.

The wind and sand on the earth have stopped, and at some point in the sky, layers of black clouds have spread out. The tails of the clouds have hanged to the ground, like silent and soft black waterfalls, which have filled all directions from the edge of the sky and gradually closed.

Ga!

Chen Mansion and Feng Jincang completely pushed the window open so that he could better watch the figures hovering in the air.

There was a faint golden lotus around, and lightning and firelight were dotted between the lotus. Fang Yunhan pulled his palm back from an unknown place, as if he had grabbed something, turned around and lowered his eyes, and waved his sleeves to Feng Jincang.

"Go back."

Everything in the dream is blurred, and the stable dream becomes disorderly imagination.
Chapter completed!