It's like being alone, abandoned in the vast sea where you can't see your fingers.

He silently walked to the side of the Eight Immortals table and sat down, holding his chin with one hand, and looking at nothing. It's like a schoolboy in a classroom, looking at the glass window in a daze.

He was quiet, like a small fisherman's willow canopy boat, parked on the surface of the river.

He pondered like this for a long, long time. It seems that he has thought about all his past and present lives, but he has not gotten the result he wants. He didn't take his phone anymore, and locked his eyes in the phone screen to be a phone slave. At this moment, he didn't even think about using his mobile phone to pass his boring time. At this moment, he is a sink who has fallen into the mirror.

But this sinker, he suddenly remembered Qin Yuyang, the eighth woman who quarreled with him in the store today. His bewildered eyes twitched for a moment, and then they turned angry, as if suddenly, they had been struck by thousands of lightning strikes, causing a raging fire in his chest. He doesn't complain about the injustice of this world, the people's hearts are not ancient, nor does he complain about the peace of the world, and he doesn't complain that the years are like electricity, he only complains that he can't sleep in his dreams, and he doesn't have seven emotions and six desires.

He wanted to cry without tears, and he wanted to shout without a voice. He was like a fire phoenix in Nirvana's rebirth, quietly staring at the colorful glass, but he used a pair of angry eyes.

His angry eyes stared at the corner of the empty living room while he was quietly staring at the colorful glass. Between the door and the curtain, a hidden outcrop of wood-colored pulp attracted him. He knew that it was a wooden knife.

This wooden knife was purchased online when he was a slave in those years. It had been with him for years, and he was reluctant to discard it. This is because he is a slave, but he is a slave with patriotic sentiments. Although art has no borders, Mannu has a country.

He got up and walked over to the corner of the gate, lifted the curtain, stretched out his right hand, took the hilt of the wooden knife, and held it in his hand. He slashed the icy air with it, and there was a "whew-" sound in the air. This knife, in Tang Sen's view, was like a lightning bolt in the night sky accompanied by thunder, and a "click" tore through the dark night that was quietly spreading.

He walked into the middle of the living room and danced. He did not study martial arts, nor did he serve as a soldier. He just waved the wood-colored puree knife in his hand all over his body. He slashed hard, chopped hard, slashed hard, teased hard, scratched hard, stabbed hard, stabbed hard, shook hard. Sometimes he has one hand, sometimes he has two hands, sometimes he has his whole arm and body, roaring in unison.

For a while, he seemed to be writing a "wood" character, and for a while he seemed to be painting a five-pointed star pattern, and for a while he seemed to be "Chuanchuan" endlessly, and "three or three" was not stopped. only let the cold and ruthless cold air "whine" and pathos.

At the same time that Tang Sen was dancing wildly and making the Spring and Autumn Period crazy and dominating the Warring States, there were petrified fragments on his body that made a strange noise and fell to the ground with a "bang". It's like the moment when he shook hands with Qin Yuyang. It's just that at that moment, it made him like a terracotta warrior, and cracks appeared all over his body. And at this moment, Tang Sen completely tore up the layer of "terracotta warriors" on his body and tore it off.

At this moment, he stared at a pair of angry eyes, and he was also panting "whirring", and he didn't notice that something disappeared from his body. He only felt a tearing pain all over his body, as if it was a thousand times more serious than when he rubbed his back in the bath, and pulled off a layer of skin, but he unexpectedly felt super refreshing and comfortable. He felt that he was no longer the same as before, his whole body was rusty, and he couldn't move at all.

He felt his body warm, sweating slightly, and his hands and feet were a little stiff with pain. He stopped, resting himself on the wooden floor with the wooden knife he had just bullied the air.

He took two deep breaths, but he was dizzy, and his eyes were so dark that he couldn't even feel the light. When he opened his eyes again with an unquenching resentment, he found that he had come to the paradise of the "round sky". It is still so blue and blue, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, and the horses are free.

Before he had time to feel at ease, he found a man, stepping on the tip of the grass, walking in front of his face, like a leisurely walk, with his hands behind his back. It's really a bit of a feeling, "I have been in the middle of thousands of flowers, and the leaves don't stick to my body".

When Townsend appeared in the 'round sky' with a wooden knife, he already felt him. He turned around with a smile and looked at Townsend with a little surprise on his face. Tang Sen continued to open his angry eyes, held the wooden knife in his hand, panted, and stared at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he felt that this person was so familiar. He just couldn't remember who he was for a while.

I saw the man in front of him:

As in the fifteenth month,

Teeth like Penglai snow.

The ink eyebrows are star-pointed, and the hair is white.

Dan lips and handsome nose, majestic and domineering.

Blue flowers adorn white clothes, white clothes dance wide sleeves.

The wide sleeves wave the clouds, and the clouds scatter too empty.

It's too vain to be carefree, and it's fun to be happy.

Last night's stars, last night's rain, a yellow sorghum horse.

"Eyes open," the man in front of him smiled, "Hahahahaha, I thought you just wanted to be an ordinary person, simply peaceful." I didn't expect you to have some resentment, some hatred, and some love. Hahaha, 'Pulse Star' is really not an ordinary person. ”

Tang Sen saw that the person in front of him opened his mouth first, there was no malice, and the way he spoke was like an acquaintance, he also felt a little familiar, so he relaxed his vigilance. He heard the man in front of him say "open his eyes with resentment" and "pulse star", he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

"Excuse me," said Townsend with confusion, "what do you mean by that? I don't seem to understand what you're saying." How did you end up in this 'round place'?"

"Oh?" the white-haired man sighed and laughed, "It seems that you are 'self-styled' and have not opened, you know something, you don't know something." You have come, and I have come. But others can't get in if they want to. ”

"Huh?" Tang Sen snorted, questioning.

"Hmm, let's talk about this 'eye opening' first. The white-haired man snorted as if he was frivolous and said, "The current state of your eyes is because you have opened the 'resentment pupils'." Your eyes are not the 'normal eyes' you've been using. Your eyes are not black or yellowish, they are red. In a nutshell, your eyes are not right. In front of ordinary people, it's better not to appear. Once it appears, in your world, it will treat you like a monster. ”

I'll go, and Townsend will understand at once. This eye is an emotional eye, with emotions. How can you do things with emotional eyes anytime and anywhere in life? Whether it is angry, angry, sad, or hateful, in short, it cannot be shown in front of the world. Otherwise, it's not a monster, it's also a psychopath.

"This 'resentful pupil' has a 'rage', which is too brutal and should not be used too much. However, the 'domineering' of this 'resentful pupil' can be used well. The white-haired man said, "'Resentment pupils' are 'instruments', and how to use them is a human problem." ”

"When you say that, I seem to understand. A smile appeared on Tang Sen's face and he said, "But I don't know, how did you know that this was a 'resentful pupil'?"

"Hahaha," the white-haired man laughed, "because this is something you and me, how could I not know." I haven't been like you, 'Nine Dragons Howling'. The 'Nine Dragons Roar' seals your entity, swallows your 'confidence', and does not affect the 'round sky' where I stay. I don't have amnesia, of course I know everything. It's just that in the past twenty-eight years, you have only inadvertently come in once, and I am still relatively confused. It doesn't seem like it's a coincidence that you came in this time, right?"

"I seem to have only come in once," said Townesend, after a moment's thought, "but what am I coming in for? ”

"'Pulse Star' was born and died at thirty. You are the 'vein', I am the 'vein', you and I are already connected and complement each other, how can you not get in? It's just that you never thought of coming in. I didn't know that there was such a me, in this 'round place'. Twenty-eight years, in the flick of my fingers, in you is more than half of the long night. You're just coming in when you're about to wake up, what are your plans, or do you think it's too late?" the man in white said flatly, "As for what you're doing here?" Whether it's sleeping, cultivating, or taking a walk like me, it's all up to you, and no one can stop you. In this 'round earth', you are the existence of 'God'.

Oh, do you want to be like a god in your world? I can help you if you want. Although you only have a short life span of two years, judging from the fact that you can open the 'Resentment Pupil', it is enough to break the 'Nine Dragons Howling' and untie the 'self-sealed' in just two years, and renew the Yang Yuan for you.

I don't know what you think?"

After talking to the man in white for a while, Tang Sen slowly calmed down his emotions, but this "resentful pupil" did not disappear. It used to look like boiling scarlet blood, but now it resembled two pieces of warm jade, showing the function of normal eyes.

He couldn't understand what the man in white was saying, and he didn't make any points. He listened to the man in white that he was going to be finished at the age of thirty. He is a normal person, in this world, he will live for sixty or seventy years, at least, right? How can he be finished and finished. Could it be that at the age of thirty, there will be an unexpected accident, or some kind of miraculous disappearance?

I went, and Townsend felt that there was no sense of reality at all, so he was declared dead?