Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

brave! ?

Okay!

Hoffa closed his eyes again.

When you open it again, the AK47 becomes a hand-held howitzer!

He thought about it, and felt that it was still not working, so he closed his eyes again, and when he opened it again, the howitzer turned into a huge fire gun.

It's almost...

He nodded in satisfaction.

The valve was activated, and the fire gun sprayed out a fire dragon tens of meters long.

He swallowed the chasing police dog and the police, and even the skirts of the two elegant medieval girls on a picnic next to him were burned clean.

"Hahaha~"

Hoffa couldn't help but laughed.

He thought it was a little fun.

But he hasn't waited for three seconds to be grateful for his boldness.

Rumble!

Dozens of Tiger tanks rushed out of the raging fire.

Several policemen behind him drove a tank to chase after him!

It didn't take long for Hoffa to be densely packed, and nearly 100,000 groups subconsciously blocked the street, most of which were barking hounds, and a few were tanks that drove out of rumbling.

He thought to himself that Silby hadn't let himself down, and he could toss like this without magic. If there was no Slytherin's curse, I'm afraid he would have been able to lie on the bridge in Helheim and enjoy his retirement time. .

He turned his horse's head, trying to leave the encirclement from the alleys of the street.

However, at such a moment of tension, an untimely guy rushed out of the alley and said in a loud voice, "Stop, you have been surrounded by us!"

He is wearing a black tights, riding on a horse, behind him is also wearing a retro cloak, both retro and sloppy.

"Who are you?" Hoffa saw that he was not the group subconscious, so he asked politely.

"good question!"

The man said happily, he flicked his hair coolly, and blindfolds appeared on his eyes: "I am Diego on the surface, pretending to be timid and scared—" he drew the foil from his waist—"but in In the middle of the night, I set off with makeup and raised a sharp sword to preside over justice and rob the rich and help the poor. Who am I? Zorro!"

Zorro pointed his sword at Hoffa and changed his dramatic tone: "Stop it, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

It turned out that it was another guy dreaming sweet dreams. Hoffa was more vigilant and relaxed, but this was not over yet, another handsome boy in a green hat flew across the sky and landed next to "Zorro", "Oh hi, Zorro, do you need help?"

"Go away, Peter Pan, this is my opponent!"

Zorro said, holding his sword, standing on the tank, akimbo: "For the sake of God, let's have a one-on-one life and death duel, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

Hoffa hasn't answered yet.

The boy who looked like Peter Pan also exclaimed when he saw him: "Captain Hook, it's you. I have been looking for you for a long time!"

Then, he also drew a sword, but the sword was a wooden sword: "Hand over the little fairy."

Zorro became unhappy, and he withdrew his sword: "Peter Pan, if you must steal my limelight, then we have to compete first."

"You don't even have a horse, how could you be my opponent." Peter Pan said.

Zorro sneered, he stroked his sword sharply, "Arrogant and rude, it's time for you to suffer."

"Come on, masked knight, I meant to compete with you a long time ago." Peter Pan rushed up with a wooden sword.

Jingle bells.

The two dreamers fought together without knowing it, and Hoffa didn't even know what was going on. After thinking about it, he could only understand this as the weirdness of dreams.

He speeded up and drove the horses, trying to claim that the two men sneaked away when they were fighting, but the third one fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a bang.

He was a muscular man with a naked upper body, muscular and exaggerated like a world bodybuilding champion. He had a full face and a beard, holding a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other.

"I finally found you, Yemengade!"

The brawny shouted in ecstasy.

"What the hell! Who are you?"

Hoffa asked.

"Don't you know me, I'm Thor!"

The brawny man was aggrieved, tears rolling in his eyes.

The expression gave Hoffa a chill.

In front of him were three silly hangers dreaming. Behind him, the group subconscious got closer and closer, the tanks rumbled apart, and the gun barrels spewed out flames.

He hugged the neck of the nightmare god, and said loudly, "It seems we have nowhere to go."

"Are you only so courageous?"

The man who became the nightmare **** blamed him: "If you "die" here, your real-world body will also become a vegetative."

"You get smaller first!"

Hoffa roared in the ears of the horses.

The centaur turned into a sparrow and fell into Hoffa's hands.

During the gunfire, Hoffa closed his eyes, and he turned into a pedestrian helicopter with a propeller coming out of his head and flying straight up. Dodged the first round of ground fire.

Peter Pan and Zorro, who were fighting on the ground, were unhappy at this posture.

"Stop, Captain Hook!" Peter Pan flew up and chased him.

"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, you can't run far!" Zorro shouted while holding his hat.

"Yemengard, wait for me, we haven't decided a winner yet!" Saul picked up the hammer from the ground, the electric light flickered, and he floated up unexpectedly.

Seeing Peter Pan and Thor, who were catching up, Hoffa smiled coldly and closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes again, his body became the most beautiful and smooth triangle.

Looking at his own appearance, he laughed, and happily compared the **** to the group of turtle speeds behind him: "Go and eat, smelly brother!"

After speaking, accompanied by a huge sonic boom, he disappeared from the subconscious sight of all groups in just one second. The wind blew Peter Pan from mid-air to the ground, and it shouted desperately: "Oh no, my old enemy, my life."

Zorro hatefully lost his hat: "Damn it, don't bring such a show-stopper!"

Thor threw out the hammer and shouted loudly: "Wait for me, Yemengade, I will find you!"

......

......

After all, the hammer did not catch up with Hoffa.

The high air flow passed by, leaving the three of them far behind.

"I take back my words, you are bolder than I thought."

The nightmare **** couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you." Hoffa replied when he became a Blackbird reconnaissance plane.

"what is this?"

The nightmare **** turned into a beautiful woman, and sat in the cabin curiously and fumbled: "Is it a Muggle plane in fifty years?"

Hoffa smiled and didn’t answer. He naturally wouldn’t tell the God of Nightmare that he had become an American Blackbird reconnaissance plane with a speed of up to Mach three per second and could fly one kilometer in one second. Naturally it was not from Peter Pan or World War II. Old antique airplanes can catch up.

He discovered the benefits of sweet dreams.

Here he can do almost anything he wants to do, completely unrestrained, if in the real world, he wants to become a black bird reconnaissance plane, it is undoubtedly a foolish dream, too unrealistic, even if his transformation skills are better than now One hundred times will not work, because he does not understand the structure of the black bird at all, let alone the principle of its operation.

But in a dream, he did it so easily, just because he wanted to be like this.

No wonder so many people are stuck in this world and cannot extricate themselves. In the real world, unsatisfactory things are out of the question, and how many can really bear it.

After throwing away the group of subconscious minds. The Blackbird reconnaissance plane swept across the sky, turned into a human again, and landed on the ground.

This area was much quieter than the place where I had just entered the dream state. The ground was covered with soft green grass, and the grass was full of unknown red fruits, crystal clear. In the shade of the tall trees, a group of white-skinned girls were having a picnic. They saw Hoffa and two standing in the distance. They covered their mouths and laughed sweetly.

Hoffa sat on the ground, grabbed a crystal clear fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it tastefully. A gust of wind blew by, causing several girls in the distance to laugh, everything is so harmonious .

"What are you thinking?"

The nightmare **** sat down beside him.

"I was just thinking, if there is nothing for what I want, does that mean that the higher my level of awareness, the more things I can do."

"indeed so."

"But it's not unrestrained." Hoffa said easily: "Just now, I summarized the two rules of this world."

"you said."

"One, I can only imagine things within the scope of my cognition, and dreams that are beyond the scope of my cognition cannot be realized for me.

Second, I must enjoy this dream with my heart, otherwise the group subconscious will come to me and get rid of me as an alien. "

"Not bad."

The nightmare **** nodded, "But what does this have to do with you looking for Silby?"

"It's a big deal."

Hoffa said:

"The dreams we see are only illusions. If Silby Spencer sets these rules, then we can only approach Silby's truest position if we enter the world of rules."

The nightmare **** frowned, "You mean...?"

"I mean, we must not find him here."

After speaking, he stood up, patted his butt, and walked to the young girls who had a picnic under the tree with a smile. When the girl saw a boy coming, she immediately smiled shyly.

These people must be the kind of people who pay much attention to the sense of ceremony in the real world. Hoffa can see that they are laying neatly checkered tablecloths on the ground, cutting the exquisite cakes into neat small pieces, and placing them in the dining room. In the plate, the knives and forks behind the dinner plate are placed in standard horoscopes.

"Oh, hi." He greeted friendly.

Several girls immediately laughed and hid their mouths.

Hoffa squatted down beside them: "Do you all live here?"

"Yes," said a bold girl, "I live in that castle with my little sisters."

She pointed her finger in the distance, and Hoffa looked at it. There was a hazy castle there, which was not real.

"Are you a man, a knight, a baron, or a marquis?"

The talkative girl then asked.

"I am nothing," said Hoffa, "proletarian."

"Cut eh,"

The daring girl immediately showed a look of contempt, holding her arms and stopped talking. But one of them was a girl who kept looking at Hoffa with a shy and evasive look.

"So lovely."

Hoffa pointed to the cake and exclaimed, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes...Yes, I did it myself." The girl who peeked at him raised her hand, blushed and stammered, looking very shy.

"It's great, can I have some?" Hoffa asked, pointing to the cake.

"Eat it~"

The shy girl quickly held up the small carved plate with her snow-white hands and placed it in front of him.

Hoffa forks a small piece with a silver fork and puts it in his mouth to chew. The shy girl clenched her fist to her chest, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his praise. The courageous girl still held her arms and looked at him impatiently.

The entrance of the cake is very delicious, soft and delicious, with moderate sweetness.

But Hoffa closed his eyes and carefully imagined a lump of **** in his mind. Sure enough, the cake turned into a lump of **** in his mouth, and it became crying, astringent and disgusting.

"vomit!"

His face was pale, he spit out shit, sternly shouted: "What did you eat for me, so disgusting!!?"

The girl waiting for the compliment took a closer look. The muddy thing he vomited was glued to the exquisite tablecloth and cake, her eyes widened in astonishment, and she let out a horrified and sharp cry.

"what!!!"

Then, like cats stepped on their tails, they cried and screamed, panicked, and scrambled and fled. One of them stepped on the skirt and even fell to the ground.

The nightmare **** looked at this scene from a distance, and shook his head helplessly.

As soon as the girl left, a large number of heavily armed medieval soldiers rushed over on horseback, and their eyes were terrifying. Just like a housewife with a severe degree of cleanliness seeing the stains on the wall, she is about to kill the heretics who destroy the beauty of dreams.

Hoffa didn't have time to wipe his mouth, and immediately rushed back to the nightmare god, dragged her to lay on the grass and began to kiss wildly.

He not only kissed, but also tried his best to imagine the other person as Aglaia, imagining that he was lying on the grass with her now.

The God of Nightmare, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, almost didn't vomit it out, but when he saw the group of soldiers rushing over from a distance, he immediately calmed down and began to enjoy the moment intoxicated.

Da da da!

The sound of horseshoes was like a wave.

The heavily armed subconscious soldiers rushed over and drew out the sharp blade with a sharp sword. As a result, I only saw two people under the tree, you and me, and I suddenly seemed very confused. They turned the horse's head around and whirled around the pile of shit.

They lost their goal.

After a few laps, they didn't find who actually destroyed the dream, so they had to put away the sharp blade. He picked up the pile of **** on the ground, turned the horse's head again, and returned along the same path.

Yu Guang saw the subconscious soldier, Hoffa immediately got up and said quickly: "Go and follow, follow!"

Only then did the nightmare **** understand what Hoffa wanted to do. It lay on the ground and became a horse, while Hoffa became a soldier, turned on his horse, and followed the group of soldiers who followed the rules.