Just when his body could no longer support his such a large and ferocious force.

has been suppressed for a long time, and I can't find a trace of rational state of mind, and finally there is a trace of clarity, but unfortunately, it is not rational.

It was the desire and pursuit of food that made him turn his attention to his own food after destroying an entire mountain.

Even though the Silver Shark had already collected it once, the amount of food that Emperor Shark had left for him was still enough for a small tribe to pursue.

And it seems that because the grass was not completely cut and rooted, the inky seaweed that was collected once again grew fresh leaves.

However, their shape is very transparent, and if it were not for the refraction of light and close observation, no one would have been able to detect it.

"I'm so hungry..."

Dragging his tired body, Zhou Chen came to his food, and then swallowed a few mouthfuls with difficulty.

This time, it seems that the eating is very different from the previous ones, and it seems to be extremely different.

He still felt the extreme drowsiness brought by eating for the first time, but he gave birth to a trace of etherealness.

It's as if the whole soul is adrift in the ocean, swaying around, looking for a place to stay.

Then, he fell asleep slowly, lying on the edge of the inky seaweed without the slightest movement, like a monster watching over the treasure.

"Rakshasas, rakshasas....I... Yes... At... Over here... Asylum... You... Target... Comprehensive... Rest assured... Go to sleep... Bar... , go to sleep... Let's do it!"

Elder Zuo, who was lurking around, quietly looked at Zhou Chen, who was about to fall asleep, and then quietly turned around.

It didn't stay away, but it needed a little rest, and it had been watching over Zhou Chen up close for a while.

The rest of the Silver Shark warriors didn't dare to approach the Demon King anytime and anywhere, and they might choose to eat the fish, lest they encounter an accident.

As for itself, it has a strong desire to follow Zhou Chen's command and constantly roll in the sea of blood, and will never retreat.

Although he knew that he had witnessed Zhou Chen's powerful destructive power, he might not be able to survive for a moment in the hands of this madman.

Zhou Chen fell asleep, and the Silver Shark warriors on patrol finally dared to get a little closer.

"Collar, really... Target... Very... Strong... I... Very... Bosom... Suspicious, just... Calculate... Sink... Enter... Finish... Blood... Hue... Invade... Raid, I... We... One... Dawn... Above... Go, too... But... Be... In vain... Give... Die. ”

There was a silver shark warrior looking solemnly at the place where Zhou Chen was, even if he slept, the crazy beast still maintained its majesty at all times.

"I... Yes, yes... Collar... Mouth... Village... Target... Small... Fish, he... Target... Enemy... People, is... Genuine... Sea... Ocean... Generation... World... Target... Tyrant... Lord!"

There are fighters who are very clear about their fighting ability, and they will never be Zhou Chen's opponents.

Once they fight, facing Zhou Chen, who is almost crazy, presumably their fate is also buried at the bottom of the sea where their ancestors died.

As everyone knows, when they were communicating with each other and looking solemn, a wave that no one could detect quietly approached.

Immediately, Zhou Chen seemed to have a rather long dream in his own world.

He walked through the familiar streets and alleys, and saw many things that he was familiar with.

Including the food stall at the intersection, the fruit shop next to it, the garbage dump near the handshake building, and the clothes hanging on the windowsill.

Looking at the familiar blue sky and white clouds overhead, and the wires that intertwined with each other and occupied a lot of space in the air.

He inexplicably felt something familiar, so familiar that he couldn't help but start muttering to himself.

"Who am I and why am I here... What about people, why is there no one here..."

It seems to have gone back to the time when I first woke up, but it was different from the harmless clownfish.

It was as if he had really forgotten his name, forgotten his memories of the past, and even forgot why he was here.

"Hello, is there anyone here?... Hello, where are you, can you come out and meet me!"

He kept yelling until his voice began to grow hoarse, and he felt despair and fear in his heart once more.

"Where are you, can you come out and meet me!Please, come out and meet me!ah!!"

At an intersection, a young man in a white shirt in jeans was screaming with his hands outstretched frantically.

Where the hell are people, where are they, why is there only a dead silence here, why, why, he feels so familiar!

Zhou Chen began to run, began to roar, and in his subconscious, he felt as if something was missing from his current state.

He always felt that once he did this, there should be a lot of countless eyes around him.

He couldn't see the presence behind his eyes, but he thought they should laugh, laugh, laugh out loud.

But why, why did he roll, he was in pain, he became a madman dancing in tattered clothes.

Still no one came out to call him, why are you here, why are you like this?

It was as if there was a big hand that could not be seen or touched, manipulating and shielding his memory, making him lose the most basic and primitive memory that could prove his existence.

"Ah!!!I know you're here, I know you're here!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Chen was unconscious and didn't have any evidence, but his intuition made him raise his head angrily, and killing intent was everywhere.

He doesn't know who the "you" in his mouth is, or even what "you" looks like.

But he can be sure, and sure, that "you" must be hiding around him, watching his every move.

And this made him lose his reason more and more, and he became more and more angry, angrily wanting to tear everything in front of him to pieces!

He kept running, running from the intersection to the city center, and from the city center, back to the crossroads.

Even in a short time, he went crazy again, and ran all the way to the suburbs without stopping, until he stood in front of a track.

The kneeling in front of him led in all directions, and he didn't know where to lead, and he seemed to be standing at a turning hub.

There is no one around, no companions, no relatives or friends, not even a port to rest in.

"Who am I... Why are you here?"

He suddenly felt a little chilled and regained some of his senses, but the first thing he wanted to do was to put on a thick cotton coat for himself.

An ethereal voice, as if suddenly in his mind, asked softly.

"You, are you human?"