Dream Hunting Game

"The low-level Ice Armor Technique just wants to block my EX-type AWP. Are you out of your mind? Tell me, where are all your treasures hidden?" Xia Yang, wearing a pair of flip-flops, big pants, and a cigarette in his mouth, stuffed the big sniper into the mouth of the magician who was lying on the ground with a bruised face and a bruised face, and shouted in a high-spirited voice. … "Hey, Master, no, Great Immortal, what you just used is the legendary Xuantian Sword Formation? The power is really earth-shattering. The sun and the moon are dim, ghosts are crying, gods are howling, and humans and gods are angry... I wonder what the Great Immortal thinks of the little bones. Do you lack someone to light the stove?" The gray-faced Xia Yang got up from under the rubble, bowed his head to the Sword Immortal. … Xia Yang, who unfortunately got sucked into the dream space, crawled around in small worlds of different shapes. He would pretend to be a sheep when he encountered ruthless people, and turn into a wolf when he encountered dishonest people...