Chapter 1704 - 1705: Too Monotonous

The probability is smaller than you winning the first prize a hundred times in a row!

Peering through the train window, Lin Xian admired the boundless desert for a while before withdrawing his gaze.

Initially, it felt intriguing to watch, but after a long time, it seemed too monotonous.

This desert is the manifestation of the pre-conscious space within the dream.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers lightly.

As the crisp sound of the snap fell, a steaming, aromatic cup of coffee appeared on the table in front of him.

Picking up the coffee, Lin Xian sipped it slowly, while a magazine had somehow appeared in his other hand.

He leisurely sipped his coffee and flipped through the magazine, passing the tedious time.

In fact, these are all the materializations of objects stored in his memory.

In dreams, one doesn't have a sense of taste, but Lin Xian could savor the rich aroma of the coffee.

This is because he has drunk coffee regularly, so the taste of coffee is stored in his memory. If it were

something Lin Xian had never tasted, like a bear's paw, he wouldn't be able to taste it. Because in his memory

database, there are no memories of the taste of bear's paw.

As the green train continued to move deeper into the desert, Lin Xian could distinctly feel the faint vibrations from the ground.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, an ominous sandstorm whipped up in the desert ahead.

This sandstorm arrived without warning, extremely swift.

In less than a second, it grew to a sky-covering proportion.

Looking far ahead through the train window, all he could see was the sky full of yellow sand.

The sandstorm seemed like a towering, boundless wall of sand, sweeping over in an incredibly violent manner.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xian couldn't help but frown slightly.

The pre-conscious space is not tranquil; countless useless information converging to cause a riot is completely

normal.

Especially the closer to the center, the more frequent and intense the riots become. This green train

is actually his dream.

Honestly, Lin Xian is not entirely sure if his dream can withstand the impact of this useless information.

If unable to resist, then this smuggling plan has failed and needs to be attempted again. Of course,

he himself won't be harmed, at most he'll just be disoriented for a few minutes after waking up.

The sandstorm was drawing closer…

The shaking of the entire train was becoming more pronounced.

"Rumble!!!"

Finally, the green train dove headlong into the sandstorm.

Lin Xian felt the entire train jolt suddenly, then the surrounding light dimmed, plunging into complete darkness.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers again, and the lights inside the carriage instantly lit up.

Now, looking through the train windows, all he could see were endless swirling sands. The infinite sands

struck against the train relentlessly in the fierce winds, making a crackling sound.

Lin Xian sipped his coffee, frowning, "Do they know what they're doing with their dream construction abilities,

hopefully it won't crash!"

Apparently, the more realistic the dream construction, the sturdier it is.

About Qin Shi and Ling Yiyi's dream construction abilities, Lin Xian was puzzled.

…

On the sea, wild winds and driving rain, towering waves like gigantic hands pounded fiercely towards a huge

cruise ship.

The massive cruise ship seemed incredibly small before the gigantic waves, yet it was extraordinarily solid.

After each gigantic wave, the cruise ship reappeared intact on the sea surface.

Ling Yiyi was very at ease, exceedingly at ease.

At that moment, she was soaking in a pool, and a floating plank before her was laden with various delicacies and fruits.

After sipping a mouthful of red wine, Ling Yiyi sighed, "I must say, Little Brother Lin is indeed skilled at constructing dreams."

Just when the storm appeared, she almost thought they were about to capsize. But the yacht

proved much sturdier than she imagined, firmly withstanding countless tidal waves, steadily moving forward.

"Always feels like something's missing!"

Ling Yiyi muttered, then snapped her fingers, and suddenly, on the wall ahead appeared a large LCD TV.

"Now that's better!"

Looking at the pictures on the TV screen, Ling Yiyi chuckled satisfactorily.

Suddenly, she thought of something, her expression a bit guilty, muttering, "Little Brother Lin, can he

hold on?"

If Lin Xian could hear her, he might say: I'm barely holding on! The roof of the entire train

was completely blown off, turning into a convertible train.

The raging sandstorm swept through the carriages wildly.

The train emitted mournful cries, on the verge of collapse, seemingly about to capsize any moment.

"This is T M…

Lin Xian sighed, somewhat helpless.

Indeed.

The dreams they constructed were indeed unreliable.

Just as he was preparing to wake up from the crash, the originally rampant sandstorm began to gradually subside.

"Huh? We made it through?"

Looking at the sandstorm slowly receding behind him, Lin Xian realized that it wasn't the train made from dream construction enduring the assault,

but rather, the train had escaped the range of the sandstorm just before it flipped over.

No matter what, it was a good thing for him.

At least he didn't have to wake up and try to smuggle again.

"We should be almost there!"

As the green train slowed down, Lin Xian looked ahead and whispered.

Gradually, the scenes before him started to blur. Lin Xian stood quietly in the carriage, feeling slightly

excited.

Eventually, everything disappeared completely.

Darkness.

The desert, the green train, the blue sky. Everything disappeared, the sight before him only retained a

wooden door standing ahead of him.

This wooden door is the entrance to the subconscious space.

The entrance can be anything, Lin Xian initially imagined it as a door, and thus now it physicalizes as a wooden door.

Moving forward slowly, Lin Xian took a deep breath, reached for the door handle, and gently pushed.

"Darling, I think I might be pregnant!"

Zhuang Tong hooked his arm, with complex emotions and eyes filled with anticipation and hope, mixed with a trace of maternal concern.

The scene flashed, in the Lin Family restaurant, Wang Hongmei sat behind the cash register, calculating accounts while asking,

"Son, did the Bitcoin I asked you to buy last time go up?"

Lin Guodong, with a cigarette in his mouth, pushed the door open and came in, pointing at the Ferrari 812 outside, inquiring, "Little Xian, did you buy that car?"

"Lin Xian, stop idling, let's go, or we'll miss the flight."

"Darling, do you think this wedding dress looks good, or does this one look better?"

Lin Xian suddenly shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him showed the Golden Finance campus.

Only, the campus was extremely quiet, and in the vast campus, apart from him, no other person could be seen.

Taking a deep breath to calm his unease, Lin Xian carried on.

The subconscious space really is formidable; at the very moment of entry, he nearly lost himself amidst countless fragments of paper.

Honestly, if not for the multiple psychological suggestions implanted before entry, it would have been truly dangerous.

"I wonder if Sister Ling is inside yet~." Thinking of this, Lin Xian stepped forward, walking out of campus.

Yet, an astonishing scene unfolded; the cement paths on the ground began to rise gradually.

Walking on the cement road, soon Lin Xian strolled among the clouds.