Zhong three years...

"Zhong three years."

What was that!

The ethereal and ethereal voice came into my ears, but there was a faint sound around me, quietly ringing.

He frowned slightly, and it was hard to hear what was calling him?

As the voice became more and more frequent, it became an ethereal voice, and the two voices that were constantly calling for themselves were superimposed on each other, obviously empty sounds, but they could always pass through their ears, encapsulating the voice that called for themselves.

Zhong Sannian only saw the barren forest in front of him, the rotting trees fell in the mire, and he could only move forward quickly, a thought and belief, he never wanted to stop but could not change, the scar in his hand stabbed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't understand the pain caused by the pain.

With the constant signals in his mind, he stopped moving forward, but he didn't have any strength to get himself out of the quagmire.

"Zhong three years! Zhong three years! ”

Climbing forward with both hands and feet, the shouting in his ears became louder and louder, colliding with the ethereal voice, as if the whole person was put in a big bell and kept beating.

"Ahh

"I'll go! What are you doing! ”

Gulping out of breath, there was a burst of whiteness in front of him, and some tinnitus in a trance.

Zhong Sansan's hand grasped the quilt tightly, and kept pinching the fragile fabric, only feeling the touch of his fingertips being tightly wrapped in the fabric, and he reluctantly withdrew a trace of his heart.

What's the situation?

The brain had not yet jumped out of the shadow of the mountain forest, and looked at the blank ceiling in confusion, still holding the fabric tightly in his hand.

Zhong San took a few breaths, his arm trembling and his palm against his eyes, the deep and solid scar was not visible, and the dirt pollution had not stained any wound.

Dream?

Is it a dream?

Is it a dream?

I...

Go on! This is too real, don't you dare to make people have a little bit of a confused experience, is this a new life in another space? I accidentally fell into a different dimension!

Why didn't I become a slime?

Why do others have beautiful harem girls, but I only have that real scar and that feeling that hurts when I look at it!

The palm of the hand is as white as ever, without leaving any traces, quietly a few traces of blood spread in it, as usual, even if a lot of rough work has been done, there has never been any love, in the palm of the hand, there is already a delicate skin.

It was also born well, and there were no scissors in the palm, only a slight trace of friction on the joints between them, but it was also a little mark that had to be produced under the firmness accumulated over time.

Zhong Sannian stared straight at the palm of his hand, only to feel that some blood vessels seemed to be jumping in it.

In the dream, the virtual world, the slowly blooming hand is there, and the scars in it are placed in his mind, but at this time, he can't see any impact in his palm, and the scars polluted by muddy water are gradually soaked into the blood.

Hurt?

It seems that the palm of the hand that is a little painful keeps twitching, and the place in the palm where there should be a scar is indeed a little painful.

It's just that how can it be compared, the pain that should really be experienced, only a vague sense of maturity, is when the brain will leave that dream place, the residual induction is projected into the palm of the hand.

Zhong Sannian looked coldly at the palm of his hand, and suddenly clenched his fist, only to see that it was a little whitish, and the bone joints directly collided back and forth.

The nails are embedded in the palms, and I have been a little busy lately, and I haven't accepted the things from this moment, and the nails will grow some tightly clasped in the palms of my hands.

It hurts a little but it doesn't hurt that much.

"Hey, Zhong three years?"

"Huh?"

Zhong Sansan instantly let go of his hand and supported himself to sit up, "Golden Purple Kite? What's wrong? ”

The golden clay frowned slightly, up and down, avoided the topic it wanted to talk about, and stretched out its hand to point outside.

'Bang Bang'

Only then there was a slight knock on the door, but the sound was continuous, and the angry breath beat the door panel, and the sound rang out.

Zhong San blinked.

Slow hearing, until the other party reminded him to realize at this time, and such a sound is almost really a little numb in his ears, why haven't he sensed such a sound before?

She gently pressed her temples, feeling the pulsing veins on the bridge of her nose.

"Wouldn't it be the landlord who knew that I almost demolished his house and came to me to pay for his life?"

"Nope." Jin Zhu Kite said: "It's the one that one of your male classmates came over and came back before." ”

Well? White tilt what?

Zhong Sansan's eyes revealed confusion, and he blinked helplessly, "What is this big brother doing here?" I don't think he's familiar with it to this level, right? ”

The golden clay didn't care, and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know about these, but if you don't go again, I think that fragile door may have to be replaced." ”

Well!

Zhong Sansan quickly jumped down when he heard this, rushed to the door with several big strides, and opened the door in an instant.

Bai Tianhe was holding up a knocking gesture at the door, and his angry face had not yet receded.

Zhong Sansan hurriedly knocked on his door panel and wiped the marks on it with his sleeve.

I have to admit that this big brother's temper is really bad, and the solid wood is stuffy and hard, and it has made a mark!

Does your hand really not hurt?

Zhong Sannian leaned on the door and sighed, wiped it again, but looked at the solid wood door panel stiffly, and made a small hole inside.

"Me!" If it's not elegant, it was held in his mouth.

Zhong San's eyes erupted with an angry gaze, and he turned his head and pointed at the other party's nose, "What! White Tilt Ho! What are you doing here? Is it even worse on top of my poor life! ”

Bai Tianhe is not a soft-tempered person, so persistent that he directly pushed away the finger pointing at his nose.

"You're embarrassed to quarrel with me, you didn't go to class for a whole day, you didn't squeak, you didn't see anyone, the phone couldn't get through, and you still told me that I wasn't!"

Zhong Sannian sneered: "What do I do with you?" That's my dad? Even if it's my dad, he can't come up, so he just smashed our door like this, do you know that this is the house I rented, what money do I give to the landlord! Mahogany solid wood door, do you really think I can afford to accompany it! ”

Speaking of this, I felt that I had a blade in my heart, and I kept stirring it, and my stomach was uncomfortable.