Qin Ze's hand stopped on the door.
His irritable mind had become a mess.
He was like a paramecium that had stopped thinking.
He could no longer listen to the words of the king and his clones.
All he could see was the door.
He became a ruthless door-pushing machine.
The voice of his good friend Miss Jian Xia seemed to have a kind of magic, which made his eyes regain a bit of clarity.
Qin Ze resisted the urge to push the door and asked, "Why?"
Brother Swallow breathed a sigh of relief and finally stepped on the brakes.
Qin Ze's weird mental state was obviously related to the constant pushing of the door.
If he continued to push like this, Qin Ze would probably push himself into a madman before the boss at the end of the level appeared.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, his best friend played a role.
Miss Jian Xia released a daydream seed and planted it on Qin Ze's head.
The faint white fluorescence gently wrapped him.
For a moment, Qin Ze felt like being bathed in spring breeze, as if there were more than a dozen pairs of girls' hands massaging him at the same time.
His irritable mood gradually calmed down, and Qin Ze was finally able to think with his head above.
Miss Jian Xia saw this and confirmed her guess. She said very seriously: "We are in a dream."
Qin Ze was surprised: "You can also dream?"
If it was just him who was dreaming, Qin Ze could understand it.
After all, he is still a flesh and blood body, a cellular organism.
But Miss Jian Xia, the "ancient Greek god in charge of dreams", actually dreams, which is incredible.
Miss Jian Xia replied: "Yes, a strong control of dreams, but it is still a little worse than mine."
Qin Ze smiled after rethinking: "Then how did you get dragged into the dream?"
Miss Jian Xia then said "I was careless", "I didn't expect someone to be able to control dreams as well as she did", etc.
If it were a two-dimensional painting style, Miss Jianxie would definitely have two blushes on both sides of her upper body.
Qin Ze stopped joking: "Is this dream just about opening doors?"
He still didn't understand the meaning of this dream.
He opened dozens of doors but didn't encounter any battles.
Besides the doors, there were stairs, as if they just wanted to trap him here.
Miss Jianxie said in a serious voice: "Every time we pass a flight of stairs, we enter another dream."
"The stairs going down represent a deep dream."
"The stairs going up are surface dreams."
Qin Ze asked Brother Swallow: "Do you remember how many doors we opened that went up?"
Brother Swallow replied: "Six up, fifty-six down."
Qin Ze murmured: "We are in the fiftieth dream."
Miss Jianxie replied: "Yes, it is the fiftieth dream, which is already a very deep dream."
Qin Ze looked carefully at the four doors in the room.
According to the probability of opening stairs going up along the way, there is probably only one door going up among the four doors.
There are even rooms where all the doors are going down.
Miss Jianxie continued, "The deeper you sink, the harder it is to wake up from the dream."
"If you reach the deepest dream, you will never wake up without external help."
"And your spirit will be tortured in the dream, which is more uncomfortable than death."
Qin Ze finally knew where his previous irritability came from.
Compared with the test of physical and mental strength in the first round of picking apples, this level is completely a gamble of luck.
If he were a magician, he would not be able to open a door upwards and would have fallen asleep long ago.
Qin Ze frowned: "Is this also called a trial?"
Trials are usually aimed at testing and tempering a certain aspect.
Picking apples can barely be called a trial.
What kind of trial is pushing the door?
Unless you always push the door upwards, you will never wake up in your life without a plug-in reminder like Miss Jianxie.
Qin Ze even thinks that these doors can be changed at any time.
The four doors in the first layer of the dream may all be facing downwards.
This round is not a test at all, but an attempt to trap him here forever.
Qin Ze said calmly: "No wonder the success rate of walking out of the Oracle Temple is so low."
It is already amazing that the clan leader can come out alive.
And Zi Yue passed the temple before she became a high-level warrior, and the Xiao family's son is no better.
Qin Ze asked: "So can we wake up now?"
Miss Jianxie was full of confidence, and she stood up and said: "If it was in the deepest dream, it might be a bit challenging."
"Now, it's a piece of cake!"
It's a pity that Miss Jianxie has no hands, otherwise she would definitely pinch her waist with both hands now.
Then, Miss Jianxie released another daydream seed.
Compared with the usual ones, this seed is much larger.
Miss Jianxie flew in front of Qin Ze: "Are you ready?"
"It may hurt at first, but it will be comfortable later."Qin Ze pulled the corner of his mouth: "I'm ready, you can be more powerful."
Miss Jian Xia threw the daydream seed high up.
"Daydream bombs, blow them all up!"
Boom——
With a bang, the daydream seed was like the sun falling to the ground, emitting a dazzling white light in an instant.
Under the illumination of the light, the room began to melt rapidly from the top.
Qin Ze's brain "buzzed".
It was as if an S-level monster was chewing his head like gum.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
The moment the room completely melted, an identical room fell, covering a person and a sword box inside.
Miss Jian Xia threw another daydream bomb, and blew up another room in an instant, and Qin Ze's head was chewed by the monster again.
Boom boom boom boom——
Miss Jian Xia kept releasing daydream bombs, and the rooms fell one after another.
In a flash, more than thirty layers of the room were blown through, and they came to the middle surface dream, and Qin Ze's head no longer hurt so much.
Miss Jian Xia asked: "Are you comfortable? If you still feel pain, I can go slower."
Qin Ze shook his head: "Please increase the force."
This damn door, he really didn't want to see it again.
Miss Jian Xia heard the words and accelerated the attack speed, and blew it up.
When the initial room was blown through, Qin Ze, who was under the apple tree, opened his eyes.
Miss Jian Xia flew up beside him.
"That's it?"
"Don't sneak attack if you have the ability!"
"To play this trick in front of me is like someone showing off his sword in front of me, just watching the door and showing off his axe!"
Miss Jian Xia kept flying around, attacking close to the face, and taunting crazily.
But due to limited cultural knowledge, many of the words were irrelevant.
Qin Ze shook his head and got up from under the tree: "The trial should be over, right?"
The invisible whispers around him sounded again.
"Ah? He passed the level again!"
"You said you can't do it!"
"There's something wrong with the box next to him. It blew up the dream I created."
"Who will go with him?"
"I don't want to!"
"Since it's the power of the box, it doesn't count. Let's try again."
"That's right, the box doesn't count."
"Who will come this time?"
"..."
Listening to the discussion, Qin Ze's face was covered with clouds.
"It's endless, isn't it?"
"If I don't say anything, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"
"What level do you dare to test me?"
After that, the golden divine light gradually flowed out from the corners of Qin Ze's eyes.