Misha shook her head and said, "Although I can heal people, this kind of thing is extremely draining of my life force.

Moreover, everyone's life is regulated by a dimensional axis, cause and effect are determined, life and death are fate, and using the power of dimensions to interfere too much will cause a chain reaction.

In other words, a person who has not been enlightened by the dimension is saved by the power of the dimension when he should have died, then, after that, it will have a great impact on the time dimension.

This kind of influence we call the dimensional calamity, and everyone who is disturbed by this person will be judged by the calamity, and if they do not get through, they will die. ”

Qi Sibo was surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a mechanism in this world, and he felt more and more that this world was becoming more and more mysterious.

Someone once said that the so-called science is nothing more than the control and understanding of what is known, but the unknown field outside science is really metaphysics.

Metaphysics is mysterious, distant and profound, and human beings may not be able to understand it thoroughly in their lifetime, and it is the core mystery of the universe.

Qi Sibo was secretly speechless, and when Misha said this, his world view also broadened a lot, and his mood changed unconsciously.

Wait a minute!

Qi Sibo snapped back to his senses, he stared at Misha sitting in a row of chairs on the side, and said alarmedly, "You...... Regained your memory?"

Doesn't that mean that Misha has remembered that she is an alien?

After the matter of the annihilator, he deeply realized how terrifying a dimensional person is.

Just like the guy who took him out of the hunting dimension by himself, that guy didn't know that he could not repay the favor, but because he answered an answer that he couldn't oppose, he chased and killed himself.

Misha said with a confused face: "Recover your memory? I don't know ......"

Qi Sibo asked, "Then how do you know these things?"

Misha wondered, "I ...... Shouldn't I know? But I was subconsciously told that this was indeed the case!"

Qi Sibo looked at him suspiciously, looking at Misha, it really didn't look like he knew that he was an alien, and his nervousness eased a lot.

So, he asks Misha a few more questions, including about the loss of the files in her head.

Misha thought for a moment, but unexpectedly, a vein-like golden light flashed across her face, and then she frowned, covered her head and let out a painful moan.

Qi Sibo was startled, hurriedly took her into his arms, reached out and touched her forehead, and found that it was very hot.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it, let's think about something else!" Qi Sibo hurriedly reassured.

Misha nodded, but Qi Sibo asked her about the medicine primer in her head, and the voice went from far to near, from near to far, sometimes loud as thunder, sometimes as harsh as a needle prick.

"Medicine primer! medicine primer......" Misha was drenched in cold sweat, her head was in pain, and her mouth kept repeating the same words.

Seeing Misha like this, Qi Sibo was also panicked, he tried his best to hold Misha's head, talking about some nonsense topics, trying to divert her attention.

Misha couldn't listen to it at all, and the whole person was like an extremely disordered person who was out of control, and the tears flowed even more.

Qi Sibo was anxious, but he didn't know how to help her, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one at the moment, he hugged her and kissed her.

The hot lips were like red-hot iron, and the hot Qi Sibo frowned, but fortunately, Misha's emotions were kissed so suddenly, and his emotions gradually eased.

The heat on his lips gradually subsided, and Qi Sibo felt a trace of coolness spread between his lips, and a wisp of elegant fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

He slowly let go of Misha and opened his eyes, only to find Misha looking at him with a dazed expression.

Qi Sibo breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his fingers to help her wipe away the tears on her face, and said softly, "Are you better?"

Misha twitched her little pink nose, nodded, and rested her head in his arms.

"Take it easy, when it's time to think about it, it will remember. ”

Qi Sibo patted her on the shoulder, looked at the moon in the sky like a silver hook, and smiled.

Misha blinked quietly, but did not speak, and as a gust of evening breeze blew, she saw that the small maple trees in the park seemed to be a little more red.

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After another day in the hospital, Qi Sibo couldn't stand the disinfectant water in the hospital and insisted on being discharged.

The doctor examined his wound and found that Qi Sibo's back had healed into a scar from the wound with seven or eight stitches.

Such an astonishing healing speed made the doctor unbelievable, and he once asked Qi Sibo to contribute some blood for research.

Qi Sibo muttered to himself, this is all Misha's credit, and it has nothing to do with his body at all.

However, in order to avoid the doctor's entanglement, he had to aggrievedly contribute a test tube of blood to him.

After being discharged from the hospital, the air outside made Qi Sibo feel good, his father drove a domestic car, and the family went home with a smile and a smile.

When they got home, their mother specially prepared a dish for Qi Sibo that the two of them liked, and Misha was stunned to eat three or four bowls.

After that, the mother also prepared a new set of clothes for Misha, and after eating, several people played the fast cards at the table.

If you lose the game, there will be a sticker on your face, but as a result, my dad had the worst luck, and he was mummified alive, Qi Sibo grabbed his dad's embarrassment, and quickly took out his mobile phone to give him a close-up of his face.

After being tired, everyone looked at the notes on each other's faces, and couldn't help laughing, in order to commemorate this happy moment, my father specially used the camera to take a family photo.

At night, Qi Sibo looked at the family photo on his phone in the quilt, smiled happily, he reached out and stroked the three people in the photo, and then buried the phone in his arms.

That's it, just keep living an ordinary and happy life.

With a small expectation, Qi Sibo entered the three-dimensional shell dimension again, and continued to practice desperately practicing the control of dimensional power inside.

If he wants to continue this ordinary fast, he must make himself stronger, even if he is just a cripple, he must use his last courage to protect the smiling faces around him.

Isn't the meaning of human life to protect the people around you who you want in the end?

Unconsciously, time flickered for a week, and Qi Sibo defended day and night, never waiting for the revenge of the annihilator.

The more it didn't appear, the more nervous Qi Sibo became, and he kept telling his parents to pay attention to safety when they went out, and he was desperately thinking about a plan to deal with the annihilator at home.

Rather than sit and wait to be killed, it is better to lure the snake out of the hole.

But where will the annihilator be, and how will he come out to fight?

Qi Sibo didn't know much about the Destroyer, and he couldn't find more information by searching with the dimensional keyboard, so he had to give up this crazy idea.

Qi Sibo, who couldn't think of a way, took a deep breath and had to sit on the sofa in the hall with Misha and watch TV boredly.

"Recently, there was a bloody murder in Xiangshi, a man was brutally dismembered in an alley late at night, and his death was extremely tragic......"

On TV, a dignified-looking woman, with shoulder-length curled hair, wearing a pink OL suit, reported a bloody case to the audience with a solemn face.

As soon as the words fell, the screen cut to a mosaic picture, where some gore could be vaguely seen.

Qi Sibo secretly sensed the cruelty of the murderer, and then, his eyes lit up, and he found that the scene was in an alley, and there were bells and whistles on the walls on both sides.

The graffiti is very weird, the characters are distorted, and the style of painting is also gray and gloomy.

The first thing that came to mind was the Destroyer, a dimensional creature who loved to draw very much.

There is always an endless amount of paper following it around it, and its eyes are like a palette, and every time it wants to draw something, its eyes light up and it comes out with a wave of its hand.

The last time Qi Sibo fought him, the guy was painting on the wall and summoning a big mouth.

This time, when he saw the graffiti at the scene of the crime, he inevitably thought that it was the annihilator who was doing the trick, maybe he was venting his emotions with unrelated people.

Qi Sibo remembers that the last time the Destroyer was looking for trouble with himself, he said that after he came out of the hunting dimension, he killed some people in this dimension of Qi Sibo that he hated.

That said, the Destroyer has been haunting the night all this time, and is mutilating some people.

Qi Sibo thought to himself, and the urge reappeared—he decided that he would go for a walk tonight, and maybe he would meet the Destroyer.

If you can defeat it once, you can defeat it a second time, and Qi Sibo is very convinced that he can.

At this juncture, he also had to make such a decision, because he wanted to strangle the tragedy in the cradle before the people around him were affected.

As long as the Destroyer exists in this dimension for a while, Qi Sibo will be frightened for a while, whether he can beat it or not, he wants to settle accounts with the Destroyer.

No matter who dies between the two, it is the most direct way to solve this matter, and if Qi Sibo dies, it can also cut off the source of killing his parents and the people around him.

After making up his mind, Qi Sibo was silent, he glanced at Misha, this girl didn't know when she fell asleep again.

Looking at her graceful sleeping posture lying on the sofa, Qi Sibo couldn't help but roll his throat, I have to say that this girl is a complete sleeping beauty.

Qi Sibo pulled a blanket from the couch over Misha, looked at her for a long time, and then smiled slightly and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead.

"If anything happens to me, you must help me take care of my parents until you return to your own planet, please!" Qi Sibo muttered.

Misha frowned slightly, as if she was having some unhappy dream, Qi Sibo sighed, looked at the keyboard on the table, and his eyes became sharp.

Late at night, the moonlight is slightly cool.

The hectic city is quieting down, and the brilliant neon lights are getting tired.

A drunken middle-aged man staggered out of a bar, tugged at the loose tie around his neck, and walked all the way to the intersection.

"Waves drop, waves. I'm a wave, I'm blowing a little beer, I'm stepping on a small broken step, I'm a wave, I'm a wave, I'm a wave......"

The middle-aged man held his blushing face, shook his head with only a few bangs, and hummed with a grin.

The bright street lamp stood coldly on the side of the road, shining coldly on him, and then flickered a few times in protest against his incompleteness of the pentatonic sound.

The middle-aged man didn't feel the trouble caused by his singing to his surroundings at all, and the whole person was completely immersed in self-praise and couldn't extricate himself.

In the darkness, a vague figure quietly shuttled through the bushes, and suddenly, it turned around, and a pair of scarlet narrow eyes looked quite strange in the darkness.