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Tick...Tick...Tick...

The sound of water droplets is so clear and even loud.

Even if you keep your eyes closed and want to tell yourself not to pay attention to these, do not ignore these, you have dug a hole and buried your head in it;

But the sound was in your heart again and again-exploded.

Your head is buzzing and your consciousness is in a chaos.

In desperation, he finally had to open his eyes and raise his head.

Zhou Ze sat up from the ground and put his hands on his knees.

Familiar scenes, familiar dreams,

Below him, there is a layer of water, and around it is dark.

Oh no,

This time,

A little bit different,

That is the figure under the water in the line of sight in front of me, disappeared.

Zhou Ze slowly stood up and walked to the place in memory, there was a layer of cracks left under his feet, but underneath, the scabbard was gone.

Lucky psychology does not exist, and Zhou Ze will not naively go whimsical at this time. Instead, it is an inexplicable fear.

People always have an instinctive fear of things that are not under their control. This is human instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

Looking around,

sword,

Where did you go?

All around, the eyes are full of darkness, and it is completely black, which will make you subconsciously associate with the depths of darkness, what is hidden in the end.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

The sound of water droplets continued, tirelessly.

Zhou Ze slowly closed his eyes,

Since you can't see anything, you won't see it.

just,

What happened is contrary to wishes.

When the eyes are closed,

Your chest position,

There was a feeling of colic,

Zhou Ze opened his eyes again, lowered his head, and looked down.

On the left side of his chest, the end of a sword has been revealed.

Xuanyuanjian,

Already pierced his body?

Zhou Ze is not clear about what this dream means, because he did not have time to ask about Haechi, nor did he have time to ask about the Bodhisattva.

If you can, I really want to ask them, where did you see the sword when you hit the wall?

But anyway,

Compared to the shadow under the water now,

The Xuanyuan Sword that has now submerged into his body,

To a degree, radicalism is not a little bit.

Indistinctly, one can perceive that the next target pointed to by Jian Feng should...be himself.

The tip of the sword began to try to pop out, and with it came intense pain.

My ribs are being frantically rubbed, and my heart is suffering from being "crushed" side by side, like being thrown into a blender, repeating this cycle constantly.

Unfortunately,

This is still a dream,

Dreams start with you, and dreams are yours, but often, dreams are not completely restricted by his master.

Zhou Ze's forehead is already covered with sweat, and the process he is currently experiencing is no less than a real torture.

"Buzz!"

Zhou Ze's hands,

Grabbed the sword end,

He was trying to pull the sword out of his body faster.

"boom!"

The moment when the sword was pulled out,

Zhou Ze felt his vitality and seemed to be forcibly withdrawn from a large area,

A sense of despair and loneliness enveloped at a seamless speed.

Combined with this dark environment at this time,

Reminiscent of the tomb,

this is,

Own tomb.

………………

"call…………"

Suddenly sat up from the bed.

Outside the window, it was already dark.

The familiar bed, the familiar furnishings, and, the one who is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar-the person beside the pillow.

Yingying closed her eyes, her delicate eyelashes looked so cute.

However, soon, Zhou Ze realized that something was wrong. Generally speaking, Yingying now sleeps occasionally, but every time she wakes up, she will wake up immediately.

Similar to now, she has already woken up and she is still sleeping soundly, almost not.

dream,

Have you woke up?

"His hiss hiss..."

The vine's voice struck.

A green vegetation appeared on the ceiling of the room.

Immediately after,

A lotus blooms,

In the bedroom,

Immediately filled with a faint scent.

Zhou Ze still sitting on the bed motionless, quietly looking at the lotus underneath, growing a lot of lotus roots.

The lotus root slowly put together,

immediately,

Started more subtle changes.

finally,

An image of an adult man appeared in front of Zhou Ze. He sat down on the chair behind his desk and stared at Zhou Ze.

This peer-to-peer did not last long, and the other party said:

"Go back and go to bed?"

On his half-face, his signature mockery hung.

There was also an obvious dissatisfaction in the tone.

Yes, dissatisfaction.

After recovering, he found himself turned into a lotus root. It is said that it is a way to have a good friend with another myth and legend hero.

In these two days, except for eating the woman, he has been waiting for Zhou Ze and the man to return.

He prepared many words and envisioned many scenes.

He will not admit that he is nervous and excited. As the most beautiful boy in the dog village, he really needs to think about something for the honor of the dog village.

After all, your every move represents the external image of Gou Cun, so sloppy.

however,

What makes him speechless is that

Zhou Ze is back,

then,

I didn’t go to the wax museum to find myself,

But when I came back, I chose to sleep.

It’s as if I haven’t slept in a stable state in my entire life,

This gesture,

Half of the face was a little angry.

As a last resort, he can only come to his own door.

"Sleepy."

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Even now, he still feels a little sleepy, and he doesn't know whether the inexplicable fatigue of these two days is the dream that just left him.

"Perhaps you are more suitable for long sleep than me."

Said half-facedly.

Zhou Ze nodded, agreeing, and then, some were not too willing to go to bed, and habitually reached out and touched it in the drawer of the bedside table.

Generally speaking, Yingying will prepare the smoke wherever she needs.

A pack of cigarettes was touched and went to the window. He ordered one for himself, leaving half a face and a tired back standing in front of the window.

Open the window and the evening breeze came.

"How does it feel to be resurrected?"

It seemed to whisper.

"Aside from this strange body, it's pretty good."

"What is it like to die?"

The death that Zhou Ze asked about was not the kind of death when people died and went to hell, but it was a complete end.

"It's like falling asleep, but there is no dream to do."

"That's not bad."

"It's really good."

"Cough cough..."

After choking a cigarette, Zhou Ze rested on the window sill with one hand, and shook his ash with the other hand down.

"That great ape, Taishan, escaped, right?"

Tarzan?

"Hehe, hehe..."

Zhou Ze, who had returned to Weier, couldn't help laughing.

Comparing Fujun to Taishan, the great ape, is really very relevant. No word is superfluous.

"Well, escaped."

"It's for the dead ghost, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm tired too."

Standing half-faced, he walked to the side of Zhou Ze and looked at the street lights of South Street with Zhou Ze.

"and then?"

Zhou Ze looked at half of his face.

"Resurrected me, isn't it for this matter?" asked half-facedly.

"I do not know."

"But it does, otherwise, how to explain this series of coincidences."

"It doesn't seem to matter to him."

"It has nothing to do with him, does it have to do with you?" asked half-faced with sarcasm.

Zhou Ze shook his head and silently spit out the smoke ring.

"After I died, I felt that I was really tired of living. The most important thing is that I suddenly didn't understand how I should continue to live."

"I also recommend that you go to see a psychologist. I have a small hair and the level is very good."

"interesting."

"Why, came out looking for me in the middle of the night without rest, just to tell me that you want to die for us?"

"Is not touched?"

"kind of."

"I told you a long time ago, he, it's not as simple as it seems~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe, but I don't care."

Half face is helpless, can't help saying:

"Among the dogs of the past, I know that there are a lot of dog lickers. That's because they don't have the abilities. Since they have no ability to resist or change the status quo, they can only lick the dog.

Others, like me, chose to resist. Maybe, I succeeded, but the others, at least, resisted.

You're a wonderful flower, obviously have the ability to resist, but still continue to lick the dog. "

"Your words are still as many as before."

"I said, a few days?" asked half-faced.

Reminiscent of the dream just now, the sword has penetrated itself.

"Really, it's almost time, it should be. The next one is me."

"Then you should try to prepare. While I was just resurrected now, and still a little confused, I still don't want to live that way. While I haven't changed my attention;

I can warn you, if it's late, maybe I don't want to be that survivor anymore.

You talk to him, urge him..."

Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butts into the ashtray on the desk next to him,

The chatter that broke half of his face,

Directly:

"He said."

"Well, what did he say?" Half of his face embraced his chest with both hands, and he seemed interested.

"Shall I imitate?"

"Imitate it, the better it looks, the better. I want to see what he looked like when I was moved."

The story of Ying Gou and the dog can be modeled after the story of Fu Jun and the monkey, and many versions have been published.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

Verbatim:

"He.........not...deserve..."

"........." Half a face.

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