Chapter 193

A strange but appropriate word came to Aoki's mind - seeking defeat alone!

I can't imagine that such a strong wolf has any rival in the world, African lion? Siberia tiger? Or a polar bear?

The next gunshot reminded Aoki that there is a species that is more ferocious and smarter than the lion and tiger, that is, human beings.

Obviously, the white wolf was more attractive to the hunting crowd. They took up their guns, fired a few bullets, and drove the sled dog towards the cliff on the left.

The white wolf king didn't run away, so he looked at it coldly and let the bullets roar across the sky. When the crowd approached and the distance had entered the range of bullets, the white wolf king seemed to feel the danger, stretched his neck and roared. Those gray wolves still in the depression ran towards the foot of the mountain on the right as if they had received any instructions, and disappeared in the vast snow in the twinkling of an eye.

The hunter ignored the fleeing wolves, but formed a situation of encircling the white wolves on three sides, and the rest was a cliff. The White Wolf looked up at the silvery white land around him, and seemed to inadvertently look in the direction of Hong Zhenlong.

Aoki saw deep attachment and loneliness from his eyes.

Hong Zhenlong's face was in pain. His blue eyes were full of blood, just like watching his relatives being tortured.

The flame of anger ignited from his chest, lit his clothes and skin, and soon burned him into a fireman.

In the light of the flame, Aoki saw a clear shadow in the snow under his feet and stood up slowly.

Hong Zhenlong suddenly seemed to be crazy. He was burning all over and rushed forward, trying to rush into the ice and snow.

Aoki felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and Hong Zhenlong and the ice and snow world. The moment Hong Zhenlong rushed over, there was an extremely strong fluctuation. At the same time, Aoki felt a heavy body, as if he had been involved in a raging flood. He could not breathe, and the quality of the world around him seemed to have increased thousands of times.

Aoki understands that the ice and snow world is not Hong Zhenlong's dream, but I don't know why Hong Zhenlong's dream connects another space, or overlaps with that space. At the moment he rushed over, the barrier between the two spaces disappeared, and the huge space quality was transferred. Hong Zhenlong's spiritual strength could not bear it.

Sure enough, Hong Zhenlong's dream collapsed.

Aoki retreated and saw Hong Zhenlong leaning against the window. His eyes were covered with blood and his body trembled. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and broke the half open window. He hit the ground with a click. He made a sound of uluuluulu in his mouth, and then rushed towards Aoki like a ferocious God.

Aoki held Hong Zhenlong's arm and found that the thin old man had surprisingly great strength. He was almost overwhelmed.

Hong Kui next to him seemed to be ready. He called "father", hugged Hong Zhenlong from behind and motioned Qingmu to run quickly.

Aoki has almost understood Hong Zhenlong's situation, so he hypnotized him directly with his powerful and unparalleled spiritual power.

The old man was still wheezing, but his eyes were closed and went to sleep. Aoki reached out and touched it. He found that his forehead was burning like a fire.

Hong Kui probably didn't expect his father to settle down so soon. He looked at Qingmu with a little doubt.

Aoki said, "help him to bed first."

Hong Kui helped Hong Zhenlong to bed and lay down. Then he asked, "doctor, are you okay?"

Aoki said, "I'm fine. But I'm not a doctor. My name is Aoki. Just call my name."

Hong Kui frowned and was a little dissatisfied with Aoki's sudden denial that he was a doctor. However, he obviously had good cultivation and didn't scold him for it. He just said faintly: "Mr. Aoki, you just said to let my father sleep. Now my father has fallen asleep. If you don't have a better treatment plan, please go back."

Aoki's attitude towards Hong Kui was a little unexpected. Seeing Huang Ziqiang's cautious appearance when he came, he thought how difficult it was for the North American Guild boss to serve. When he met, he found that he was not only not vicious, but also a very gentleman, which was better than a celebrity family like Xia Wenyuan.

In contrast, Huang Ziqiang is too far away, not to mention Jiang Deqian, a self righteous social gangster.

People ordered him to leave, but Aoki didn't want to leave so early. The old man's dream is really strange. Not to mention the shadow in the dream, just the dream space carrying the ice and snow world is so large that ordinary people can't do it. Even in Aoki's current cognition, it can't be a single person's dream.

What is the dream of William wolf, the largest Chinese gang leader in North America?

"Allow me to ask a few questions," he said.

"Please say it." Hong Kui didn't seem impatient.

"Do you, or people in your family, dream of the white wolf when you get sick?" Aoki asked.

It's Hong Kui's turn to be shocked. He looked at Aoki in surprise and asked, "how do you... Know?" he looked back at his father in bed. He seemed to think of something, but he felt more incredible, "did you just... You... My father..."

Aoki smiled and said, "this is a little complicated. I'll tell you later. Now please answer my question."

Hong Kui soon regained his calm and said, "yes, I dream every time. This was originally a secret of our family, and few people outside know it."

"Family secret?" Aoki wondered, "why keep it secret? Don't you tell the doctor?"

Hong Kui said, "I don't know. It's said to be Zu Xun. But in fact, no one knows. In the past, the family invited several famous experts to study our situation. They think it may be a genetic nervous system disease caused by genes."

Aoki asked, "have you seen your own shadow in your dream?"

"What?" Hong Kui looked puzzled. "Shadow? I haven't really noticed this."

Aoki knew that normal people would not pay attention to whether they had a shadow in their dreams. Hong Kui should not be the object of conscious invasion, so he changed the topic: "is your father's severe disease recent?"

"Yes, about half a year."

"Has anything special happened before?"

"Special? What do you mean by special?" Hong Kui asked.

"In any aspect, life, feelings, business, play... Anything can be, as long as you feel special and it doesn't often happen."

"Well, before the illness worsened, there was nothing in life, but something happened in the community, which made my father feel a little bad. How... Does this have an impact?"

"It's hard to say now," Aoki said. "Do you know Ronald Cohen?"

"Cohen? You mean Ronald Cohen, President of the dream foundation?" Hong Kui thought for a moment. "I remember one thing when you mention him."

"My father likes collecting. In the early years, he saw a Picasso painting. At that time, it was in the hands of Michael Jones in Las Vegas, but Cohen took the lead and bought it for $150 million. At that time, the price was a little exorbitant."

"My father always resented this. He contacted Cohen several times to buy the painting from him, but they didn't agree because of the price. Cohen finally agreed last year, and my father paid a deposit, but unexpectedly, when he was going to go to New York to get the painting back, Cohen suddenly changed his mind and said that the painting had been sold to a Chinese."

"My father was very angry and planned to teach Cohen a lesson, but Cohen sent another painting, which was Monet's work, and offered a very low price as compensation for my father. Just then something happened in the community, and my father accepted the painting and didn't investigate it again."