This Person Wasn't Yun Ling'er

In the dream, Yun Ling'er was relying on something unknown. Now, she called the shots. Even the Nightmare couldn't keep her in check—it was nothing but shit.

To break the dream, he first had to find Yun Ling'er's weaknesses and vulnerabilities, as well as the hidden hand that even the Nightmare couldn't escape.

After making intimate contact with Yun Ling'er, Zhao Han entered the dream again.

This time, too, he had to swallow a pile of poison before he could barely manage to enter.

It was already night in the dream.

This time, Zhao Han was still playing a supporting role, but he was no longer a palace guard. He'd been given a different identity: a eunuch.

"Fuck, your identity in someone else's dream is assigned at random. Otherwise, I'd never have chosen to be a eunuch, even if you beat me to death."

"But at least it's only a dream. It has nothing to do with reality. I can just treat it like a dungeon."

At that moment, Zhao Han, now a eunuch, stood with a group of similarly dressed eunuchs at the entrance to a palace glowing with a faint, eerie black light. They all bent at the waist and waited in silence.

Zhao Han raised his head slightly to look at the plaque above.

It bore three elegant, gilded characters: Cloud Phoenix Palace!

A Chief Eunuch standing across from him spoke in a shrill, ducklike voice:

"New fellow, what are you doing? Keep your head down! Looking around recklessly could get you beheaded."

"Oh, right!" Zhao Han looked at the Chief Eunuch and casually replied.

He thought that these NPCs were surprisingly kind.

This time, Zhao Han wasn't as arrogant as he'd been in the last dream. He listened to the Chief Eunuch and lowered his head