Half of the world's territory fell into a carnival.

Some people condemn this as a regression of civilization.

Some people think this is the original return.

Some people think this is the pain that should be endured by transformation again.

As the war broke out, no one gradually pursued any nonsense, just to kill each other for their own way of survival.

Gu Junzhi likes his current living environment very much. He strives for a way to live based on his personal abilities. He dies if he fails, rather than waiting for help.

What's the use of rescue? See those who have saved him and what has been saved, so don't stretch out your hands in a humble way!

Shh! Don't help!

Gu Junzhi likes the sounds outside, the free soul, the world outside is becoming more and more open to him, and his voice is becoming more and more. When the sounds of crawling around him become more and more, he suddenly doesn't want to sleep again.

If all the personalities die and only him is left, he will no longer have to hand over the right to use his body.

The most important thing is, what is the use of these personalities? The black mist condenses into the appearance of all the people he has seen. Some are conscious illusions, some are unconscious illusions, and Chu Bei's image also flashes through the illusion.

He didn't pay much attention and gently stroked the small green seedling on his head: "Did you think it is..." Only when the sea of ​​consciousness belongs to us can we truly have only one.

The little green seedling didn't want to say anything, but it was touched by him gently under pressure.

Sometimes he even had to occupy his little body and be his spokesperson! Say something he had never spoken.

It is obviously not that kind of plant, it is kind and sunny, it should be a big tree that can exude warmth, but why hasn't it grown up yet...

Now it seems like a purgatory sea of ​​consciousness.

In order to make him look friendly, he transformed into his original body. The saplings on his head turned into a green tourmaline, pulling his long hair hanging down to his waist.

He walked from the dark darkness, wearing a black robe and a gorgeous appearance, and his every move was the purest self.

He didn't have a black and white body, his companion body, and that puppet, he didn't even take it seriously.

He didn't look at Black, it was just a tool. His eyes fell on his personality and body, which was no longer dominant. They were all scattered things, and there was no nobleness of him and the person who had never seen him from beginning to end.

He already has the outside world, and he also wants to have the inside, so what does the person who holds firmly in his body want? He wants to get it and disappear with his "dream". Will it be beautiful?

Leave this body for him, and he is willing to accept it.

The fog-like boy walked over step by step, standing next to the boy who was quietly stretching his body in this "beauty".

Before he could speak, the young man who was always shivering, not good at talking, and even was influenced by the sounds in his ears, spoke first: "Put your thoughts, it does not belong to you." His voice was calm and there was no turbulence.

The foggy boy immediately put away his pure and harmless appearance. The corners of his mouth were bigger than those of a baby with green skin. His hideous smile exuded the warmest smile in the world. He thought he was a religious believer who yearned for beauty in the ugliness; he also looked like a kindness deeply rooted in the dark, which made people look weird and palpitations.

The fog-like boy smiled and kindly warned him that his voice was green, and he was five or six years old, and he was still a little naive, lively and active: "Did you remember wrong? This is my home, I gave you my residence. Have you remembered it?...I can't remember it, I'll help you think about it..."

The foggy boy's face looked even more innocent: "No one wanted you at the beginning... you were going to be removed, but I was not. I was looking forward to it. I saw you pitiful, saw you crying sadly enough, saw you pierced me with a needle, so I let you live in... Do you remember?"

He tilted his head and almost tilted his head down, but his tone was very sincere. He wanted to see an ignorant child, without caring about his offense at all.

The standing boy turned his head calmly and looked at him. He had two identical faces, red lips and white teeth, and the boy was beautiful, full of energy, and lonely and cold.

The foggy boy blinked his eyes and his voice was crisp: "Did you remember it? The bone wounds they stepped on that year, what they pierced into their eyes... were all my bears, you didn't..." He wanted to talk about something amazing, and faced them happily, not minding the harm they had done to him.

Because he liked it, and he changed it back ten times a hundred times. Look at the cripple who was still in the water, and the secretary who kept shouting to die in the small room of "thousands of troops". How beautiful it sounds.

The boy who was silent looked away and stared calmly into the distance.

The fog-like boy quietly stretched out his hand, touched his sleeve kindly, turned his body around again, and smiled: "Look at how beautiful this place is, why not, I will fulfill your wish kindly, and you will leave."

The standing boy suddenly looked at the green guardrail on his head.

The hairpin trembled slightly, and his body slowly returned to the state of a small seedling without being controlled. It was like a girl who was taken off her clothes, completely unaware of what was going on, and was trembling and was stared at.

The long black boy's hair fell down, drooping to his waist, to his ankles, and finally to the ground. He seemed angry and grabbed the little thing on his head angrily!

Xiao Miaomiao withstood the fear, disappeared from his head and trembled on his instep.
Chapter completed!