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What do you want to say? Or rather, what does Lao Ding want to do?

Mr. Mo couldn't guess it, he didn't guess it at the beginning. After having this dream that was obviously left by Lao Ding, he still couldn't guess.

But...... Mr. Mo felt something, in the last moment when the dream was about to end.

Snake! A big, big snake!

Except for big, Mr. Mo can't think of any good description. The feeling of being full of four voids and vast and vast is really indescribable.

In fact, this is the most important thing to care about in the whole dream. Although there are no snake-related objects or experiences, the dream ends with a dream of a large snake. Moreover, I just inexplicably felt that there was a snake's breath, and I didn't really see it.

What does this strange situation portend? Still is...... Is this what Lao Ding really wants to convey?

Everything that cannot be said is told by him in dreams.

But...... Mr. Mo doesn't understand, he doesn't understand what these are. He just experienced a super long and supernatural dream, and the reality has not changed, and he still has no ability to do anything. It's just that a dream demon who usually doesn't have a high sense of existence has disappeared, but the left hand is completely returned to himself again.

Raising his left hand, he faced the already half-falling sun, and the light with a faint warmth flowed on his fingertips, forming shadows and gilding the crystalline edges......

For a while, Mr. Mo didn't feel that his eyes were a little confused.

The wound on his hand, which still ached, reminded him that it was all real, that it must have been, that the dreams were, that even the lies that had been discovered together were real. He...... You can't fool yourself and pretend that you don't know anything, as if nothing happened.

But the question is back to the beginning – what can he do? What can he do without strength? Even if he knew that there was an unimaginable truth about things, what could he do?

Mr. Mo has always been weak! Strength, psychologically.

Damn it!!!

Die and die! What's the matter with me!!

Mr. Mo rubbed his hair extremely irritably, and the expression on his face was extremely unhappy. However, there seems to be some subtle change in the left hand.

Mr. Mo frowned tightly, stared at his left hand, and tried to shake it firmly. The force is light and heavy, and there is a sense of roundness and fluidity in the movement, which has never been felt before, as if some barrier has been broken.

Perhaps, this is Lao Ding's last gift, right? Although it is still not very useful.

After staying for a while, Mr. Mo left.

The unnamed yellow flower remained on the bench, and the pale yellow petals had lost their luster and began to wither. Mr. Mo did not choose to take it away because it was meaningless.

Since it was unknown when it existed, it should be left without a trace after it disappears.

It's probably time for dinner, right? Mr. Mo was too lazy to look at the time, so he walked home casually.

At home, Xiaoqiu and Li Xueyin have come back at some point. Xiaoqiu happened to be ready for dinner and was about to call him and ask him to come back for dinner.

Different from the morning, now Li Xueyin has changed into suitable dark blue jeans and a white shirt, but her gentle temperament is still the same.

After dinner, it is time for daily exercise, although Mr. Mo is not in good health, but moderate exercise is still possible, and this is also conducive to the recovery of the body.

Yu Penglai and Li Xueyin have no need to exercise, the former Mr. Mo doesn't care whether she lives or dies, and the latter Mr. Mo can't figure out the situation, so he listens to it and lets them do it as they like.

However, what Mr. Mo didn't expect was that there were other people involved in this exercise.

After jogging along the street with his sister Xiaoqiu to the park where he used to exercise, Mr. Mo unexpectedly saw a person - an athletic girl

Mr. Mo's surprise was not to meet her, but - "Master! ”

Although this "master" was shouted at Xiaoqiu, Mr. Mo's face still darkened.

If you can't learn from him, do you turn your target to Xiaoqiu? Is this the reason why Yu Penglai and Li Xueyin's eyes were wrong last night?

What a curve to save the country! However, Mr. Mo will not increase his favorability of her just because she worships Xiaoqiu as a teacher!

Contrary to Mr. Mo's ugly face, the sports girl looked quite excited, and her little face was flushed. She is super happy and looking forward to Xiao Qiuken teaching her martial arts.

Thinking of Mr. Mo's unhesitating refusal before, and seeing his expression of eating flies, the sports girl couldn't help but show a smug smile.

Belch! Does the villain have a will? This expression!

Mr. Mo dislikes this sports girl even more.

"Didn't you say okay, don't call me master?"

Xiaoqiu whispered with a little blush, obviously slightly embarrassed by the title of sports girl, after all, it sounded like a middle school girl was playing some shameful role-playing or something.

The athletic girl scratched her head and grinned, and Xiaoqiu's somewhat cute reaction made her find it quite interesting.

The two chatted later, and Mr. Mo, who felt that he couldn't participate in the conversation between them, rolled his eyes unhappily and began to exercise at a low intensity on his own.

Although he didn't pay much attention to them, Mr. Mo still heard it, and the sports girl's name was Yan Xiaomeng.

The sports girl of the Genki girl type is indeed quite cute, but Mr. Mo has no preference.

After chatting for a while, Xiaoqiu began to teach Yan Xiaomeng the basics such as horse steps. Speaking of which, the two girls are still very eye-catching to teach and learn like this, but Mr. Mo is still not interested.

After sweating slightly, Mr. Mo stopped and sat on the side to watch the two of them in a daze.

When, exactly? It should be the night when Yu Penglai came back, right? Everything started to be different, he encountered a lot, and he knew a lot.

Mr. Mo could see that in fact, Lao Ding still had many very likely conjectures that he had not mentioned to him. Maybe it's his concerns, right? The fact that it is too subversive may not be acceptable to Mr. Mo, although Mr. Mo also has some crazy conjectures of his own.

I suddenly remembered that when I was chatting with Lao Ding before, he asked himself a question: Is the world materialistic or idealistic? I answered materialism as a matter of course.

At that time, it seemed that Lao Ding wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

Now that I think about it, I still have no clue!

The world is, of course, materialistic! The education he received from childhood to adulthood taught him this. Matter determines consciousness, and consciousness cannot exist independently of matter. This conclusion has long been common sense, and Mr. Mo acknowledges it.

If consciousness can determine matter, Mr. Mo will definitely use his mind to find out all the people of that mysterious organization as soon as possible, and slowly kill them one by one!

But what exactly does Lao Ding want to convey?

Does it mean that Mr. Mo wants to use his will to subvert the world? When I think about it, I feel that the second year of secondary school is explosive!

This low-level technological world in Lao Ding's mouth doesn't have supernormal things like spiritual power and divine thoughts! Although there are unexplained anomalies, but it is limited to this, Mr. Mo feels that it is necessary to talk about some science.

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