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Half a cup of spring water poured down, the black enamel color became darker, the twitching stretched out the first petal, and the other petals were still shy and reconciled into a group, refused to let people see the truth.

Lin Luoran took a deep breath, this flower is really fragrant, this opened the first petal!

She saw that nothing happened, and the scene of the imaginary poisoning fog did not appear. Then she ran back and forth a few times and poured a few glasses of water on the black cockroach!

After finishing what he could do, Lin Luoran squatted down beside the black scorpion very patiently, saying that there was only a moment when the flowers were opened, and they could not miss it. Otherwise, the spring water was not white.

For a minute, the second petal twitched slightly. For five minutes, it stretched out like a naughty elf, sneaking from the first petal and spreading in the direction of the bevel.

In the eighth minute, the third petal moved.

Lin Luoran didn't know how long he had been squatting. It seemed to be only a short ten minutes. It was like being a century old and his feet were unconscious. The **** finally slowly and gracefully bloomed its last flap. petal!

The appearance of Lin Luoran is a green leaf vein with a stalk like a jade, but it is more than a flower of its kind - only five petals, blooming but with a large bowl, overlapping each other, dark The petals of the ink seem to shine with the light!

Very fragrant, very beautiful... Lin Luoran did not know when to stand up, the nose is tempting fragrance, only the dark and intoxicating black silk flower is left in his eyes.

She felt that the petals seemed to be constantly magnifying, thinking that it was her own illusion. It took a while to discover that she was unknowingly leaning over to sniff the black scorpion.

One inch, two inches... Lin Luoran’s eyes are stunned. It seems that he was fascinated by the black scent of the scent. The tip of his nose is getting closer and closer, and finally the black petal petals are smashed in her eyes. To struggle to get up, the black cockroach, which had no life, suddenly burst out of the flower, and "Hula~" followed the Lin Luoran nose and got into it!

Lin Luoran only felt that his head was "squeaky" and he was no longer aware.

Her gods walked through a dark road, and this moment seemed to forget who she was. I don't know how long it took, the gods seem to be tired, I feel that it is very dark and cold, so that it is a bit unhappy.

Why is there no light? This thought has just risen, and God knows, oh, what is "light"?

What is "light"... Why do I know the word "light", it is strange! The gods have racked their brains and can't think of anything called "light". They are irritated and take their own physical bodies without physical bodies. But the martyrdom is also not physical, and the gods can only wear them between the walls. .

"wall"? It’s really a strange word. God knows it, the wall must block the light!

Blocking... that can't be blocked, completely different from black, is "light"! God suddenly became happy, because after it defined the meaning of "light", the darkness of the martyrdom was a little bit, and the colorful aperture was illuminated.

It’s so beautiful, God’s knowledge of the search for the shining aperture is a bit obsessive, and it’s not going to be called “beauty”.

The colorful martyrdom is dazzling, very beautiful, and the gods are happy to roll and play, feeling better than the previous dark and cold martyrdom.

It’s been a long time, maybe it’s a moment, maybe hundreds of millions of years, and God’s knowledge feels bored.

It’s beautiful and beautiful, no one is there, too lonely!

A avatar like a lightning bolt across the depths of the gods - "people"? What is a person? Am I like this? Because it is too lonely, the gods have begun to bear the temperament of their minds.

If there is no "person" to accompany him, it will be boring, that is to say, there used to be "people" to accompany me... Well, then I am a human! God knows a definition for himself, and there is a thunderous thunder in the depths of the colorful martyrdom.

As for why the thunder is boring, the gods are not interested in thinking about it, maybe the thunder and lightning are accumulating! It thinks like this, the main focus is on the idea of ​​what is "people."

People, there are physical, God knows this, very dissatisfied with their own existence as a mist! It struggled to jump up and down, slammed into the ramp, and gradually changed its body.

First, the torso, then with the head, with the hand, and finally the foot... But the face, but how can not remember what his face is like. Face, nose, eyes and mouth, or how to call a face?

It seems that the fog has been set aside, and the thunder of the depths of the road is even louder. God knows that there are many faces with nose and eyes that he thinks are - adults, children, old people, beautiful, ugly, it clearly doesn't remember what they look like, but they feel that these faces are not themselves. of!

What about your own face? God knows and thinks hard, and has to figure things out.

The suffocating thunder of the martyrdom became bigger and bigger, and the gods were awakened. Looking at the depths of the martyrdom, there was a little fear, and it felt like they were going to drill a monster and told it to be frightened.

Hey, the monster is afraid of something, I have a magical baby! God knows and disdains, and then thinks about what his baby is. Baby seems to be a bracelet, the gods know the flash of light, right, it is a bead!

Beads - the idea of ​​this has just surged, and the hurdles are thundering and rolling, and after a while, like the tides of the coast, they are eager to rush to the beach.

Beads, the gods are very anxious, this seems to be something important to it. In the martyrdom, the thunder is ringing, the colorful brilliance flashes, and the prospect of the gods is changed. It is a white baby lying in the cradle, and a woman is holding her a silver bracelet to tease her.

Holding a red line with a red thread, a silver bracelet hanging in front of the baby, a warm pearl turned and swayed, the baby with big eyes, reluctant to blink.

For a few years, the baby became a little girl, and she was able to run all over the place. The honest father’s father smoked a cigarette and said that he would sell the bracelet and pay the girl tuition.

The mother rubbed the bracelets passed down by her ancestors, tears dripping on the silver bracelet, and finally shook her head.

The baby grew bigger, went to a bigger school, and met more people until one day she took a boy back and the mother put the silver bracelet on the boy's hand.

The mother was very pleased, the father was secretly happy, and the girl smiled shyly.

After a few more years, she was even bigger. In addition to her big eyes, she couldn’t see the shadow of the little baby. She stood next to the red sports car and looked at her and him in the car.

The silver bracelet was thrown out ruthlessly, and it broke on the ground... Then, the bracelet sucked her blood, and kept watching, watching her from birth, to the young child, to the girl, to the beads of adulthood, finally Was released.

Flash shadows, like movie clips, put away the life of God for a while, until the picture is fixed in a beautiful woman, leaning over to sniff a black and beautiful flower.

The snarl of the martyrdom speeds up, and the thunder is as fast as the lightning when it is horrified. Just go to the gods. She has already understood who she is!

Ramp, colorful aperture, boring thunder, flash shadow, all gone.

Lin Luoran still keeps the action of smelling the flowers, but then open his eyes, but it is glamorous, the eyes are full of brilliance, people can not look directly.

The aroma of black scorpion has long since disappeared, and even the petals are dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Luoran touched it gently. The petals were like pieces of glass broken into pieces, and they were as light as feathers, disappearing in the whole space!

Only the solitary plants were planted in situ to remind Lin Luoran that all she experienced was not her own imagination.

Lin Luoran closed his eyes again and calmed down. This time he appeared in his "eyes", not the martyrdom and the aperture, but the five different colors.

The liver is wood, the blue color is the liver? The heart is a fire, it is the red one... a red meridian, the inside is stagnant, is it the aura in my body?

No one told her, but Lin Luoran knew that this strange state is called "internal vision."

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