I seemed to hear a "peng" sound, and then the entire space disappeared in front of my eyes. It was as if I didn't hear anything, and it suddenly penetrated through.
In short, the endless chaotic space in my heart suddenly disappeared.
The remnant soul of the master is no longer complete. The secret that Uncle Johnny told me before, the few strands of the remnant soul of the master can no longer be gathered together? My heart is anxious, sad and heavy... Just like a person who is important to you has lost a part of his body. You are relieved that I have not completely lost him, but you will still feel extremely heartbroken for him.
The emotions in my heart are like a volcano about to erupt, but I can't say anything. All the emotions make me want to call out to Master... But I feel like I am falling, floating lightly at an unknown height. , where nothing can be seen.
Then at a certain point, I fell hard, and then there was severe pain all over my body. My throat was so dry that green smoke was about to come out. I couldn't shout out the word "Master"... I just heard my own vague words in the hazy state. Moans.
Then, I had a feeling that my consciousness was beginning to wake up and my soul was beginning to relax... I really wanted to curse, who told me to lie here, lying on a place covered with a thousand needles? Stung so much that it hurts all over my body? Is it that god? His new form of torture
Of course I can remember everything, the moment when I blocked the thunder, the transmission of the law in the chaotic space... I was very clear and I was not dead. At the moment when I faced the world, the wheels of life began to roll again, and the severe pain and irritability surged up. A kind of worried worry also appeared. What happened to the silly and worrying Grandma Ling Qing
However, when I remembered what my master said, it was my turn... and my mind felt calm again between the fluctuations.
I felt as if I had been wanting to speak, but what I heard were fragile and weak intermittent 'gurgling' sounds in my throat. At this time, a footsteps appeared in the room very clearly.
'Dong, dong, dong' step by step is so regular, it sounds like the distance traveled by each step has been carefully measured, so consistent.
The footsteps stopped when they reached where I was lying. I didn't know who they were and what they were doing. Is it the so-called god? I immediately rejected this idea, because not only did the person who came here not have that aura that does not look amazing but affects people to the extreme, but instead had a stiffness that could not sense the aura that an ordinary person should have.
Who could it be? My brain has fully recovered my thinking ability at this moment, but the severe pain and heaviness made me unable to open my eyes and speechless.
However, the next moment, I felt my body being lifted up all of a sudden. The movement was fast, the force was so even, and it was a standardized pattern... I even didn't realize that I was being lifted up, until The sharp pain that suddenly shot through my body made me cry out in pain, and I finally realized what was going on.
Then, without allowing me to think, I felt a bowl-shaped object put to my mouth, and my lower jaw was pinched open with just the right amount of force, allowing me to close my mouth from ear to ear without using too much force to cause pain... Then, a bitter liquid with a strange aroma was poured into my mouth slowly, slowly and very rhythmically.
Every time I poured a little bit into my mouth, I would hear the sound of a bowl being placed, and then my throat would be wiped, allowing me to swallow the liquid smoothly.
I wanted to resist, but not only was there severe pain all over my body, but my strength also disappeared without a trace. I couldn't even move... Coupled with the thirst in my throat, I already longed for water, even bitter liquids. It can also moisturize it, so I can only swallow it passively.
There shouldn't be much of this liquid. The person's slow and careful movements allowed me to drink all the liquid in the bowl in just a few minutes. And judging from his movements, it seemed that this liquid was very precious? Because this action was done carefully, not a drop of liquid was wasted.
This torment should be over, right? I thought it was like this, but I heard two more regular footsteps from where I was, and they stopped where I was lying.
Then, it was filled with water again, this time it was real water... But the taste, you can tell in one sip, it is the addition of honey, the pure taste should be the best honey.
Compared to the extremely bitter liquid, this honey water was simply the most wonderful thing for me who was still thirsty. I began to swallow it involuntarily.
However, compared to the bitter liquid, the amount of honey water seemed to be enough, and the people who fed me acted much more casually. Anyway, they stopped until I couldn't drink it anymore and choked a lot.
When I thought I was done again, a bowl of something warm and exuding an intoxicating aroma was brought to my nose, and then a spoonful of soft and easy-to-swallow porridge entered my mouth.
Although I couldn't open my eyes, I could feel it with my tongue. There should be meat in this porridge? Any food? There is also an unknown medicinal flavor... In short, it is extremely delicious, and every time I swallow it, I feel the warmth exploding in my stomach, and my whole body warms up.
I ate greedily until I heard the sound of the bowl being empty, feeling very regretful.
Unfortunately, unlike honey water, this porridge only has so much, and there is no more.
All these things are very complicated, but I can feel the state of careful care and caution. I wonder in my heart, where am I? Why is it taken care of carefully by so many people? Could it be that... my heart was beating suddenly, Master and the others appeared and were taking care of me
But the next moment I rejected this idea, I would recognize Master no matter what he looked like, because he had a familiar "flavor" on him, and this "flavor" refers to a feeling!
These people are hollow and stiff, and have no flavor.
My body was put down again. This time I no longer felt like I was lying on a thousand needles. Well, two hundred less? All in all, the sting was still painful.
These people did not leave, but began to mess with me. I felt like they were peeling off bandages layer by layer. I couldn't help but cursed in my heart: "X, could it be that I have turned into a mummy?" ?" Because this feeling of being peeled off is so strange.
But the next moment, I enjoyed it again, because a cold and cool paste was applied to my body. When it touched my skin, it was like I was a hot and uncomfortable volcano, and a moisturizing process The silent drizzle seemed to soothe me, and my pain was relieved a lot.
These people's fingers would occasionally touch my skin. I felt that they should be men's hands, but they were frighteningly cold... I couldn't guess what the environment I was in was. Of course, you can't guess who these people are? I can only adapt to the situation...or, because it was too comfortable, I fell asleep again.
Dreamless..sleep peacefully.
I have no concept of time at all. I only remember that such tedious things happened several times while sleeping, and I don't bother to remember the specific times.
Because I feel that my body is developing in a good direction, the tingling feeling is getting lighter and lighter, replaced by a numb and itchy feeling... I remember a certain moment, I really couldn't stand the itching, My fingers could move slightly, and I heard footsteps again.
This time the regular footsteps became softer, as if they were fearful and respectful? Because among these footsteps, there was a seemingly peaceful but endlessly domineering footsteps that appeared where I was.
It was so itchy, it was so itchy that I had to scratch it. I didn't care about anything at all, I just wanted to scratch the places that seemed to itch all over my body.
Finally, I was able to raise my hand, but just as I raised it, I felt that my already weak wrist was grabbed by a hand. He seemed to be careless and not using much force, but I couldn't break free now.
From the moment he grabbed me, I had the urge to sneer, jump up and fight with him again, because who else could it be? That god... I sensed his aura.
Where did I really think this was? It turns out... it fell into his hands after all, even though he took good care of me, which is strange. But I definitely don't think he has any good motives, because I have already seen his character and coldness.
"Chen Chengyi, you are itchy, right? So, you should not touch any part of your body, because this is the state of recovery. I am very happy that you did not waste my precious medicinal materials... The foundation is good, so you are recovering. Not bad. I can't wait... Haha..." The so-called god's voice sounded in my ears.
I endured the itching feeling all over my body, and my brows suddenly wrinkled slightly. I clearly felt a trace of greed in his words. What does this mean
Is this the purpose behind his careful care of me
It seemed that my situation was not good, and various situations piled up together, and my heavy eyelids finally showed signs of loosening... After struggling for a long time, I finally opened my eyes.
What is vaguely reflected in the eyes is God's enlarged face, with a proud smile and greedy eyes...