Tang Song thought that he would dream of Mo Bei's fleshy and blurred palm, but no, he still only dreamed of the big tree that occupied half of the hillside, the breeze passed through its branches, and the leaves rustled. On the top of the branches grew flowers in the shape of magnolias, dragged in small green calyxes, which swayed and swayed, revealing the flesh-white center.

He woke up violently, and the stamen of the flower was a human face.

Tang Song glanced at the clock at the head of the bed, it was just over one o'clock, he lay flat, but his sleepiness was frightened by the dream, and he simply looked at his palms boringly.

There was a feeling that what he had absorbed from Mo Bei must have been a side product......

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