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Chapter two hundred and fifty-seven?(2/2)

The graysmith didn't care at all.

He just smiled and said: "It is also an honor for me to have such a beautiful witness like you."

Witness - This statement is quite emotionally intelligent.

But speaking of it, can Zhi Ji be considered Party A...

Annan muttered, closed his eyes, relaxed his mental defenses, and let himself fall into sleep.

He has always been particularly good at controlling his body.

Before Annan traveled through, he could make himself fall asleep stably within three minutes, even when suffering from a cold, fever or other headaches.

And this may also be one of his talents...

Annan gradually lost consciousness as he thought so.

This time, he didn't feel a sense of falling the moment he entered the nightmare like an ordinary nightmare, but everything around him gradually became silent.

——Dong dong!

Annan heard the sound of his own heartbeat very clearly.

The sound was like a drum from the sky, pumping every blood vessel in his body. Annan's whole body was vibrating.

——Dong dong!

——Dong dong!

Annan gradually felt that the interval between two heartbeats was getting longer and longer...even the beating became more and more "steady". It was like a basketball dropped to the ground, bouncing lower every time.

.

till the end.

——Dong dong.

After the last beat, Annan never heard his heartbeat again.

While sleeping and waking up, Annan heard the fluttering of moths' wings.

And the gentle voice of a middle-aged man:
Chapter completed!
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