"Don't make a fuss, you sleep well."

The old lady wanted to pull my hand away, but she didn't dare to push too hard.

And of course I can't let go of this opportunity, otherwise the wine will not be drunk in vain, what is the purpose of drinking? Isn't it just that I want to use the strength of alcohol to do something I usually don't dare to do, and pierce the window paper that is usually not easy to poke.

"You let go!"

The old lady snorted, and her face was even more ruddy.

"I don't! I don't!"

As if I was acting in an idol drama, I leaned into the bed, and then pulled my sister and pulled her down in my arms.

"Stop making trouble!"

The old lady wanted to stand up, but there was no fulcrum.

"Come on, come on, kiss!"

Like a blind bear in the jungle, I lifted her up a little, and then I held her tightly in my arms, pouting my mouth full of wine, and was about to kiss down.

"Whoa!"

I kissed my arm for the first time, and after I reacted, I instantly wondered if I had really drunk too much?

Or maybe you haven't exercised for too long and forgot about it?

I shook my head and recovered my state, pouted and kissed again, only to hear a chirp, and this time kissed my arm again, giving the arm a kiss mark.

"Oh?"

I shook my head in disbelief, squinted my eyes at the spot, and was ready to open my eyes and kiss anything!

"Ding!"

A system prompt that has been pretending to be dead for a long time has appeared!

“……”

I kept my pouting motion stiff and heard it in mid-air.

In less than three seconds, I suddenly felt dizzy in my head, as if I had drunk countless bottles of fake wine, and completely uncontrollably let go of my old lady and poured my head back.

"Poof!"

When my head touched the pillow, I saw an endless Pleasant Goat whirling in front of me, and there was a looming gray wolf behind the Pleasant Goat.

In the end, it evolved into the gray wolf and the pleasant goat standing hand in hand, playing a wolf-to-bass chorus: "Don't look at me as a sheep~ The sheep's cleverness is unimaginable~ Baa baa baa ~"

What are you going to do here!?

Can't you just let me enjoy a night with spring colors? What are you doing with the Pleasant Goat? I'm the craziest in the green grassland?

"Ding!"

The unscrupulous system prompt sounds like a devil.

The miserable voice of the system mother told the truth of the matter: "The intermediate fear illusion has been loaded, and it is about to bring the host's spirit to the illusion."

"Uh......"

I can't go back to the sky, how much I want to scold the system mother grass mud horse, you stop waiting for me to finish my work tonight, isn't it? You have to catch up with this time and do something with me. One day, I will have the power to the world, and I will definitely let you try those illusions you set one by one!

What an object! Stench! Bah!

My mind was in a state of chaos, and when I opened my eyes again, the scene around me automatically switched, and I was in a small tiled house with the slogan of so-and-so nursing home plastered on the wall.

Before I could get used to the scene, my body functions declined rapidly, all organs failed rapidly, my head was muddy, my thinking was slow, and it took me half a day to turn a corner, and at the same time, the cerebellum was buzzing, and there was a tendency to atrophy.

The limbs are old and weak, the skin on the back of the hand is covered with age spots, the dark blue varicose blood vessels, and the bulging is particularly visible, without the slightest sign of youth.

"Ah......h

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I struggled to speak.

"Squeak ......"

The wooden door of the tiled house was pushed open.

Outside the door, a man dressed in black walked in, his face was covered by a mask, he was wearing a hat, he couldn't see any obvious signs, he was walking very fast, and he was in front of me in two clicks.

"Ah......h

I had a bad premonition, burst out of all my potential, and said, "You...... What are you doing? ”

Ay? Why is the voice so old?

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, lowered his head and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'll find a pair of medicinal herbs, you have this medicinal herbs!"

"What... What kind of herbs? ”

I tried my best to talk to him, and I felt more and more that the man in front of me, whether in terms of dress or the way he spoke, was a bit of a precursor to mental illness.

"Basket!"

The man put his hands in his pockets, and his accent was rather heavy, spitting out filthy words in a local dialect.

"What... Stuff?!"

I was confused, the basket is a dialect that refers specifically to a certain male organ.

"I'm going to get your basket! Make medicinal herbs!"

The man was nervous, his tone was very demonic, his feet seemed to be dancing, swinging regularly, and nodding his head constantly.

"Huh? Karma my basket? ”

I asked rhetorically to buy time, wanting to reach out and give him a big mouth, but then, the right to speak was out of my control, and the system mother mentioned me and said to the man: "If you want to Ka, you can Kaba, anyway, this thing is of little use to me."

"Okay!"

The man nodded bitterly and pulled out a small blade from his trouser pocket, which had been removed from the wallpaper knife, not too sharp and not too blunt.

"Ah......h

I wanted to resist so much, but I could only watch as the man took off my pants and stuck the blade to the basket.

The cold blade stuck to the base of the basket, and the slow knife slashed inward, and the blood rushed out along the wound, staining a small piece of underwear.

I was desperate to see the basket being knocked off little by little, and the system mother mercilessly pierced the pain into my nerves, as if this basket was being removed, which was my own body organ.

"Ah......h

I hissed and gasped, and my heart was full of fear, aimless fear.

Physical pain is far less than mental breakdown.

As the wound grew, the amount of blood sprayed more and more, staining the entire crotch of the pants. I don't know if it's scared or how, urine can't stop gushing out of the urethra, and for a while, the salty smell is matched with the smell of urine, and it is abnormal to the nose.

The basket is like a big reptile encountering a powerful insecticide, lying on its stomach by the man in the palm of his hand, the man concentrates on his head without raising his eyes or blinking, allowing the blood to spray all over his face, and even into his slightly open mouth.

"Ha ......"

My pupils dilated, my mouth panted heavily, in and out of the mouth, the bean on my forehead slid down the skin to the edge of the kang, snapping, startling my nerves, but it was only a shock, because I couldn't control this body at all.

"Karma basket!"

"Chinese herbal medicines!"

"It can cure all diseases!"

The man may find the repetition of boring movements boring, and he has no scruples about chattering, and it is as if he can add to what he believes in his heart through this move.

Eating a basket can cure all diseases!

"Don't ......"

It seemed as if my breathing was about to stop, and I wanted to ask for mercy but it stopped my somewhat calm mind, and begging for mercy would definitely determine that I had failed to break through the illusion.

What to do? What to do? The basket is gone!

"Hiss......"

When the man cut the basket to the flesh and skin of less than 1 centimeter, he directly grabbed the basket on the spot and tore it apart.

"it!"

I jumped in pain, and I saw that he was holding in his hand a swarthy basket that was less than 15 centimeters old because of the expansion of blood and had hardened, and a few bent stray hairs on his head.

"Thank you......"

The man casually put the basket into his jacket pocket and bowed deeply to me, still chanting in his mouth: "Karma basket, eat basket, heal!"

"Wait a minute......"

The man seemed to realize something terrible, walked up to me again, and pointed his finger at the wound with a tiger: "Basket ball, do you still use it?"

"No need, you Karma!"

I responded in less than 0.1 seconds after he finished speaking.

"Good!"

The man stubbornly began to open the basket skin, wanting to take out the two balls inside to see what color they were, and whether they could be used as walnuts in his hand.

it!

Didn't my broken jar and broken fighting spirit not let me speak? Isn't it not for me to occupy my body? Aren't you going to karma my basket?

Anyway, Lao Tzu's real body is not here, so I'll just watch the excitement, it hurts, don't panic!

"Whew~"

I took a deep breath of turbidity, adjusted my mentality, and the pressure piled up in my body seemed to have lost a lot, and I could barely speak, muttering my eyes to give the man a strange idea: "You go this way!" You're a frog! Here's the basket! Is it okay to have a snack?!Is it okay to be professional?!Is it okay to show your potential for mental illness? If you can't, give me the knife, I'll do it myself!"