Half of the world's territory is plunged into a carnival.

Some denounce this as a step backwards in civilization.

Some people feel that this is a return to the original.

Some people think that this is the pain that should be borne by the transformation again.

In the midst of the war, slowly no one is pursuing any nonsense, that is, they are killing each other for their own way of survival.

Gu Junzhi likes the current living environment very much, and strives to live by his personal ability, and dies if he fails, instead of waiting for help.

What's the use of helping, look at those who have saved him, what they have rescued, so don't stretch out your hands pitifully!

Hush! Don't bail out!

Gu Junzhi likes the sound outside, the free soul, the outside world is opening up to him more and more, and he has more and more right to speak, when there are more and more creeping sounds around him, he suddenly doesn't want to sleep again.

If all the personalities are dead, and he is the only one left, he will not have to hand over the use of his body anymore.

The most important thing is that what is the use of these personalities, the black mist condenses into the appearance of all the people he has seen, some are conscious transformations, some are unconscious transformations, and the image of Chu Bei also flashes away in the transformation.

He didn't pay much attention, and gently stroked the little green seedling above his head: "Do you say it...... "Only when the sea of consciousness is ours, can we truly only."

Little Green Miao didn't want to say anything, but it was forced by pressure and was meekly touched by him.

Even sometimes he has to occupy his small body and be his spokesperson! Say something it didn't even say.

It's not that kind of plant, it's kind, it's sunny, it should be a big tree that can radiate warmth, but why hasn't it grown yet......

Now it is like purgatory.

In order to appear close to the people, he transformed into his main body, and the small sapling on his head turned into a green tourmaline, pulling up his long hair that hung down to his waist.

He came from the dark and dreary darkness, dressed in a black robe, with a peerless appearance, and his every move was the purest version of himself.

He didn't have a dark white companion of his own, that puppet, he didn't pay attention to.

He didn't look at the black, but was just a tool, and his gaze fell on the personality and body that was no longer dominant, it was all a scattered thing, where was the nobility of him and the man who had never looked at him from beginning to end.

He already has the outside world, and he also wants to have the inside, so what does the person who holds on to this body want, and he has to get it, and the 'dream' disappears, isn't it beautiful?

Leave this body to him, and he will gladly receive it.

The black misty boy walked over step by step and stood beside the stretched boy who was quietly in this 'beauty'.

Before he could speak, the young man, who was always nervous, not good at talking, and even affected by the sound in his ears, was the first to speak: "Put away your thoughts, this place does not belong to you." "The voice was calm, there were no waves.

The black misty boy immediately put away his pure and harmless complexion, the corners of his mouth pulled down larger than a blue-skinned baby, and his hideous smile exuded the warmest smile in the world, thinking that he was a believer who sincerely yearns for beauty in ugliness; It's like a deep-rooted kindness in the dark, which makes people look weird and palpitating.

The black and misty young man smiled and kindly warned him, his voice was green, five or six years old, and he was still a little innocent and lively: "Are you mistaken, this is my house, I will give you a place to live, do you remember?" …… I can't remember, I'll help you think about it......"

The black misty young man's face was even more innocent: "No one wanted you at the beginning...... You're going to be removed, and I'm not, and I'm expecting you, and I see that you're pitiful, and that you're crying sadly enough, and that you're pricking me with a needle, so I let you in...... Do you remember? ”

He tilted his head, almost down, but in a very sincere tone. I want to see an ignorant child who doesn't care about his offense.

The young man standing turned his head to look at him calmly, two identical faces, red lips and white teeth, young man's appearance, high spirits, lonely and cold.

The black misty teenager blinked his eyes, and his voice was crisp: "Do you remember?" The bone wounds they stepped on that year, they pierced the ...... in the eyes It's all my bearing, you didn't ......" He wanted to talk about something very remarkable, and greeted it happily, not minding being hurt by him at all.

Because he likes it, and he has changed it back tenfold and hundredfold, you see the lame man who is still in the water by him, and the secretary who is constantly shouting that he is going to die in the small room of the 'thousands of troops', how beautiful.

The boy who didn't speak looked away and stared calmly into the distance.

The black misty young man quietly stretched out his hand, kindly touched his sleeve, turned his body around again, and smiled: "Look at how beautiful it is here, why don't I kindly fulfill your wish, and you can go again." ”

The standing boy suddenly looked at the turquoise hosta on his head.

The hairpin trembled slightly, and its body slowly returned to the state of a small seedling uncontrollably, like a girl who had been undressed, completely unaware of what was happening, trembling and being watched.

The long black hair of the misty boy fell in response, hanging down to his waist, down to his ankles, and finally to the ground, he seemed to be angry, angry to grab the little thing on his head!

Xiao Miaomiao endured the fear that Peng's voice disappeared from his head, and shivered on his instep.

The standing boy seemed to recall something from it, and the surrounding one-meter area suddenly burst into life and life, but under his comfort, it returned to the dark dead silence.