Caesar's remnant was lying on the ground, looking so safe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIt reminds me of those days when Julius Caesar used to be alive. In those days, Julius Caesar always had a breezy expression, and now, although he is gone, this remnant reminds me everywhere of how similar they are.

However, when I think about this, I can't help but feel some heartache, because no matter how similar it is on the outside, it is completely different in the bones.

I looked at the remnants of Julius Caesar and couldn't help but feel a little heartache.

In this way, I stayed on this ruin, which could hardly be seen clearly in the eyes of ordinary people, and not far in front of me lay a young and handsome man, who no one knew that he had actually lived in this world for tens of thousands of years, and that he was only a part of his original body and soul, and could not represent a complete person at all.

In this way, I froze in that place, staring at everything in front of me, my mind slowly floating back to the scene that had just happened, and my brain was temporarily in a quiet state.

I need to think, yes, I need to look, not in this world, but in my heart.

Now I am powerful, and now I can almost be said to be a person with the pinnacle of this world. I am the strongest person in this world. If my ambition is inflated at this moment, I can completely replace any powerful character in this world who is already planning to dominate at this time, and, with my experience and wisdom, dominate the world and even create my huge kingdom.

But what's the point of all this?

I thought of the Sith and even of Jack. They have been living for their own desires. And so did Lisa. And the life chased by desire, when they come to a final point, when they look back, what is their inner feeling?

I thought of the old cat, the crazy cat that almost always disgusted vampires and any living being, with a cat that almost everyone was disgusted with and didn't want to be near at all. Actually, when I think of this cat, my heart can't help but be shaken.

In this abandoned corner of the world, under the cover of a sordid appearance, this cat is actually a species with a beautiful and holy soul.

After a moment of emotion, I brought myself back to reality. I let my eyes finally fall on Caesar's remnant. Caesar's remnant now seemed to be in much better shape, and his complexion was very good, even better than when I saw him. This must be because he was in a coma, and the internal force did not continue to be released, but was kept there all the time, stored, and then, after the treatment of his special body, in the end, not only returned to its original state, but also, nourished. This is the difference between masters and ordinary people, their ability to regenerate and recover is countless times stronger than ordinary people. Because, this is also one of the roots of their strength and indestructibility.

Now, I look at the remnant of Caesar in front of me, and look at his constantly moisturizing look, and my heart is full of emotion.

Now, I might be able to wake him up. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out to him. At this time, I was a little surprised and surprised even myself, because, originally, although I knew how to heal others, those methods were limited to the bottom level of skills. I don't really understand anything about a master of high-level skills.

But now, as if I was someone else, when I reached out to Caesar's remnant, I felt like I knew everything, that I knew everything about what I was going to do.

At this moment, I also understood that the reason why I am like this is because of cats. It has given me great strength and countless tips for dealing with many things. That's why, now, in the face of all this, I'm so calm.

I reached for Caesar's remnant, and, as I was about to touch him, a sensation flashed through my body that I had not felt before, a sense of guidance that flowed down my veins. And, on its own, I was using my power to instruct me on how to do it.

As I adjusted myself, I felt a warm current flow down my arm until it came to Caesar's remnants in front of me, and the moment they seeped out, they penetrated through every pore of Caesar's remnant's body. It seems that the adjustment of this skill is just right, which is like a tonic for Caesar's remnant soul, which penetrates very well.

While I was doing this almost subconsciously, I was also learning.

I now seem to be two people to myself. One is the original me, who doesn't understand anything, only the things I originally understood. The other is a lot of knowledge and abilities that cats have passed on to me. They are actually things I don't know. However, they are stored in my body and consciousness like a dictionary or a reference book. You just need to call them out every time you face a specific situation and guide your own behavior. And, in mobilizing the books, I myself was operating them and learning them.

Now, I'm doing what I want to do, guided by this guide book that I have hidden in my body.

At the same time, I am also studying seriously, and I hope that in the near future, this will no longer be the knowledge in my body that has been given to me by others. And it really became my own.

My power kept spreading. They were transmitted to Caesar's body, and nourished him all the time.

I was very pleased to see all of this.

And just like that, time is slowly flowing.

Originally, although I didn't know much about the transmission of power, healing and saving people, and healing, I still knew a little bit about it. I know a little bit about this process, and I know a little bit about the progress.

And so, in this situation, I functioned for a while. And, just when I felt as if it was supposed to be over, it turned out to be a bit unexpected.

I continued to transmit my power, and everything was still going slowly and orderly. I waited, and waited until I felt a little unbearable, and finally started to worry, and my mind began to be at peace.

It seems that the time to transmit power is too long.

If you say, it will take some time to transfer power to ordinary people. And if it takes longer to transfer the power to the master. Then, for Caesar's remnant soul, my consciousness has set the time it takes to transfer his power to a mythical master. And in the face of such a time, a long time has passed, but I have been still waiting, what does this mean?

My hands were close to Caesar's body, not far from him, and they didn't touch him. However, my skills have been passed on to him in a steady stream. I waited for him to wake up, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't wake up. Until the end, I felt more and more anxious.