In the elegant middle hall, Situ Jingsi and Qiu Di's faces were not very good. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Situ Jingsi didn't expect that Su Ling hadn't been able to wake up from the hallucinogenic toxin of the psychedelic flower for so long, you must know that once you have been hit by this hallucinogenic natural toxin, if you want to come out, it is not just as simple as doubting the life in the illusion, you must completely deny and abandon it, and only by completely abandoning this kind of thinking in your heart can you completely withdraw your spirit from the illusion.

But Su Ling only doubted and did not deny it, that is to say, deep down in her heart, she still longed for this kind of life.

It is understandable that no one wants to live for the people they cherish, who does not want to live in happiness, and no one wants to experience suffering.

But what made Situ Jingsi feel the most desperate was that Su Ling's yearning for life did not even have a shadow of him, in other words, Su Ling did not have him in his heart at all......

Qiu Di knew that Situ Jingsi was uncomfortable, so he didn't say anything, but at the moment, he still had to remind his friends that if they didn't release Su Ling and them, they would immediately face the danger of cardiac arrest!

"Shizuji, actually, ......"

Before Qiu Di finished speaking, Situ Jingsi waved his hand, signaled him to be speechless, and said in a deep voice: "I know, wait a little longer, give her some more time." ”

In fact, it is also to give himself some more time.

……

In the evening, Su Ling and Xiong Jieba dragged their tired bodies home, and were called out of the mission by Bai Ze in the middle of the night, and the dusk was all over the streets, and the people on the street rushed home to eat, and said goodbye to Xiong Jieba at the fork, and Su Ling walked alone on the way home.

Looking at the pedestrians on the street or a family of three, or the old husband and wife, this is the time when Su Ling is the loneliest, because even if he goes home, there is no one, but today is different.

She quickened her pace, almost three times as fast as usual.

Wisps of cooking smoke were already coming out of the chimney, and the lights were on, because Su Ling's eyesight was very good, and he could see his mother who was busy cooking in the house on the side of the street, and it felt good to be at home.

Speeding up a little faster, Su Ling went in directly without even knocking on the door, and shouted: "Mother, I'm back!" ”

Su's mother, who was serving food to the table, made a move, and when she raised her eyes and saw Su Ling, she immediately showed a loving smile, and said softly: "It's really early to come back today, wash your hands and eat!" ”

"Hey!"

It seems like... It's not bad to live like this.

After the laughter and laughter of dinner, Su Ling's mother talked a lot, but due to time reasons, she finally had to go back to the room to sleep.

The night shrouded the room, and the cold moonlight outside shone in through the window, as if casting a gray veil over the air, Su Ling tossed and turned, but couldn't sleep.

What kind of world is this? Which ones are true and which ones are false? Can she really believe it?

Su Ling didn't know, the only thing that was certain was that this kind of life was very happy, very good, she had suffered too much, and it was good to have some sweetness once in a while, so... It should be believable.

"No, you can't!"

A firm voice suddenly sounded in her head after she compromised, like an alarm bell buzzing the tight string in Su Ling's heart.

And the voice was familiar, exactly what she felt was missing.

"White Tiger!" Su Ling was shocked, and hurriedly got up from the bed, "I'm really confused, what is true and what is false, please tell me, what should I do..."

"It's a psychedelic flower." The white tiger said quietly, with a little anger in his voice, "You have been poisoned by psychedelic flowers, and you know with your heels that your mother is dead, how can she come back from the dead, cook for you, and chat with you?!" ”

Su Ling felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more sober, no wonder the white tiger was angry, how could such a ridiculous thing happen, her mother was dead, she was in the strange forest formation, whether she could or go out was a matter of words, and how could she see Xiong Jieba and Night Hell. Willing to believe in an illusory vision rather than face reality, this kind of cowardly behavior of evasion is not at all like Su Ling.

"Psychedelic flowers? What's that? Su Ling asked, it was the first time she had heard of this flower, and it was not a good thing to think about it.

"A flower that can make people unconscious and put in illusions, originally not so powerful, but after being cast by a psychic, it became an assassination tool." Baihu explained, "People who are poisoned by psychedelic flowers will fall into dreams, and this dream is what they dream of, and everything they desire in reality will come true in dreams, so once many people are poisoned, they will live in illusory dreams forever." ”

"Just like I was earlier." Su Ling muttered, as if he was blaming himself, and as if he was regretting something, "If you live in a dream forever, you will never have suffering, and it is quite tempting to live an ideal life." ”

"Humph!" The white tiger snorted disdainfully, and said contemptuously: "Stupid human beings, how can any creature live in the world without experiencing suffering, anything you want can be obtained through your own efforts, but human beings have to think about how to get something for nothing, no wonder they will always be bullied by the demon clan of the underworld." ”

Belch... How did it escalate to racial discrimination?

Su Ling remembered that she did smell a very strange aroma before she fell unconscious, but she didn't expect it to be a psychedelic flower, she bit her lower lip and said fiercely: "It must be Situ Jingsi's old thief who used such despicable means!" ”

Baihu complained mercilessly: "If you are not as good as others, don't blame others for being short and despicable." ”

Su Ling: "Which side are you from..."

Back to the point, Su Ling looked at this extremely realistic false world and wondered, "Then how do you break this illusion and get out?" ”

"Because psychedelic flowers are a natural product, they do not belong to the scope of psychics, and the focus is on the minds of the poisoned.

"So I haven't gone out yet, because I'm still greedy for life here?" Su Ling asked.

"Yes."

I have to admit that Su Ling really really wants to live with her mother here for the rest of her life, if she can, she would rather not be a psychic, just want to live quietly with her mother in a small mountain village.

But the future cannot be assumed, just as the fate of all people is arranged.

"Let me tell you first, if you stay in this poisonous gas for a long time, the damage to your body will be great, and with your current level, cardiac arrest in the next second is not unusual." White Tiger reminded.

Su Ling smiled and said lightly: "Then why are you still so good, don't worry, I know it in my heart." ”

The white tiger pursed his lips secretly and didn't say anything more.

Su Ling lifted the quilt and got up, pushed the door out, and said, "I still have something to do before I go out, otherwise I will live up to Situ Jingsi's kindness." ”