Dream Hunter

"It's also a dream, why do you dream so often?" Wang Ping yawned and said resentfully: "You think I am willing, but how can I control this? Ever since I became a dream hunter, I will never be unlucky." "Dream Hunter? What is that?" Wang Ping dragged his jaw and thought for a long time. The roast duck on the dinner plate suddenly grew wings and flew away. "Damn it! You're still dreaming."