He woke up with a start, and was entangled by the weird giant flying noodle monster in his dream, and was then dragged bit by bit into the noodle body full of thick sauce.
In the vague remnant of the dream, he still remembered that there were many white women around the noodles. Their bodies were wrapped in the white light, and only their thin and plain outlines were left hazy, while their faces were in the light like blooming petals.
Appearing, all of them are beauties with compassion, their eyes slightly closed, their long eyelashes trembling in the light and wind, their soft lips, one of them flew over.
He looked at Shuo Gu. Although she had her eyes closed, Shuo Gu knew that she was looking at him. He stared at the slit of the woman's eyes, hoping that she would open her loving eyes and look at him.
At this time, he could still feel himself being dragged deep into the noodles, just like a drowning person who was gradually drowning. But it was different. He did not feel the cold and biting suffocation, just numbness, a faint tingling, and that
Strong premonition of death.
The white angel in the dream gently touched Shuo Gu's face, and she opened her eyes. The beautiful irises were a sea of blue, and the pupils were golden, like a bright sunset. Shuo Gu had just seen the sun not long ago, but
He has never seen the sea.
A woman's eyes are like the sea, and Shuogu is willing to drown there. Now that he is awake, he is still trying to remember whether he has spoken to her. He is even more and more unsure whether he has really had this dream. In the dream
Is there really such a group of flying light girls?
However, there is a voice that is getting clearer and clearer, echoing lowly in the ears, like an auditory bee buzzing, "Love. Love the world."
What love? Shuo Gu couldn't help but ask in his heart.
And the whisper actually answered.
"We must cherish the kindness of Zhu, and destroy all those who disobey Zhu. Only love can allow the world to survive."
Shuo Gu had a vague feeling of fear of being bound by invisible shackles. He looked around. This was a clean iron house. The high-quality alloy showed a beautiful blue-blue color. The ceiling reflected soft white light on all sides. The room could not be said to be very special.
Bright, but also with the brightness of an early spring afternoon.
In addition to the iron bed he was sitting on, there was a food delivery port on the opposite wall, and a pile of exquisite glass medicine bottles that had been drained were placed on the partition. In addition, there was a square mirror and a gray iron sink on the wall on the left.
Shuogu stood up lightly, flew forward for a while, and rummaged through the pile of old bottles on the partition of the food delivery port. Sure enough, there was a new bottle of potion. He unscrewed the cork and drank it all.
Immediately, he turned back and flew a little way, and stood in front of the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror. After doing all this, he realized that he could fly, and he was a little too familiar with this place, like
It's like going home.
Why is this?
Shuo Gu looked at himself in the mirror. His whole body was covered with spiritual patterns. This was a form that only elders had. From the beginning, he only had some spiritual patterns on his neck. Now, his entire skin has become solid.
The spirit skin is like light mist, and the whole body is covered with bright and colorful three-color tile-like light patterns, as beautiful as flowers.
What happened in the meantime? Shuo Gu remembered that he embarked on a journey to find surface buildings, but at this stage, his memories of the period were empty. He could not remember why he came here. The last scene he saw was
The white light girls coming out of those square buildings.
He was captured.
Shuo Gu thought this in his heart, but he didn't have much excitement. Instead, he was calm, even indifferent, and regarded it as normal.
The room he was in was tightly sealed, but there was no sound of airflow. Shuogu stood at the sink for a while, turned on the faucet, and used cold water to clean his hands.
The water flow split and splashed on his palm. Although this body was completely spiritual, it still retained some mortal habits.
It has a very keen and delicate sense of touch, but the sense of hot and cold is relatively slow. The bones are familiar with a new self.
Time passed in this secret room like a trickle in a faucet. It seemed to be endless without ending and without any sudden changes. However, he was not in a hurry. As a certain moment approached, he
Extreme anxiety welled up deep in my heart, as well as some unexplained and reserved joy.
There was something waiting for him. In this backwater-like time loop, there was a fixed rock waiting for him to pass by again. Shuo Gu looked at himself in the mirror anxiously, and the spirit's naturally handsome face was transformed by him.
Covered by his body, the beauty of the spirited elder transcends the mediocrity of the world, and is full of illusion, confusion, divinity, a sense of unearthly existence, and is completely charming.
He didn't know why he cared about his appearance. He was a young man. Perhaps he had reached an age where appearance was important, and he seemed to want to make an appointment with the girl he loved.
The panic in Shuo Gu's heart slowly subsided.
At some point, a slow ticking bell sounded in the iron house, and a long "tick-dah!"
The tightly sealed wall next to the food delivery port slowly cracked and a door opened, letting in the scenery of the corridor outside.
There were noisy screams outside. Shuo Gu hurriedly walked out of the door, only to see the long and narrow corridor filled with dozens of elders and spirits. Everyone was talking to each other. Some of the spirits were very anxious, while others were extremely indifferent, such as Shuo Gu.
In that way, he even met members of his own expedition team: Xiegu·Lonicera Falcon, Doujiao·Fengzhongyu, but he had no intention of acknowledging each other and let everyone be separated by the sea of people.
This closed corridor has no windows but plenty of light and no equipment. There are only picture frames at a distance, displaying noodles, some are oil paintings, some are watercolors, and some are photography, all highlighting a vivid
The aroma is rich, the colors are bold and uninhibited, and the contrast is full, which makes people happy when they see it. They can even vaguely imagine its fragrance and texture, which is really exciting.
The crowd began to move to one side. The door at the end of that side must have been open. The giant bones and the flying swallows in the forest were following suit. It was not a crowded area, and it was far from a spacious area. They moved forward slowly. He also took this opportunity to savor it carefully.
Look at the portrait in the hallway.
Shuo Gu looked at the noodles. Regardless of thickness or color, there must be two golden fried meatballs on the rim of the bowl. They were plump in texture, mellow in color, and shimmering like eyes. Sometimes these pairs of meatballs stood out.
Sometimes it's hidden in ordinary meatballs, even half-floating in soup, or hidden under the cover of a few noodles.
Shuogu and Rouwan looked at each other, suddenly feeling a sense of horror. He lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
