"I looked down and saw that it was a shark.

Although there is no bloody rancid smell in the mouth, there is the heat of white flowers rising upwards, and it seems to be a kind of number one cannon fired before the declaration of war.

I thought I was going to experience some colic, and my eyes began to close slightly, but I didn't expect to just follow a pink air flow into a library.

The tunnel was long, like an endless pink slide. At first, Xiaobai's temperature at the beginning of the slide was like a hot ball, with a feeling that his butt was on fire, and then as time went by, the more he slid down, the lower the temperature became, and he felt colder and colder, and he could hear a woman's scream.

Then there seemed to be a man's voice, and then I heard an adult say yes (this is what the witch said to the warden when she was punished in the cold cell), and then I got out through a book about the cold prison. ”

As soon as she heard this, a happy smile appeared on the witch's face, "Isn't that person screaming and talking to himself, Xiaobai can come in from the outside world, he will definitely be able to go out, as long as he returns the same way." ”

She felt like she had just woken up from a dream.

Therefore, the escape to the outside world is located in the book that he buried in the most remote corner of the library. Through it, witches can fulfill their dreams.

"Haha, my dear and lovely people, you just wait to suffer." Her tone was full of contempt, and her soul was like a wriggling worm, staggering in midair.

So, she couldn't wait to sneak into the library, for fear that in the next second, the door of opportunity would disappear.

However, it is a truth that is applicable in all circumstances. Accidentally, in a hurry to eat hot tofu, the witch was followed into the library by the warden.

In normal times, the witch would always be like a master thief of priceless treasures, cautiously probing around, and would pretend to let her guard down for a while, and then tempted.

Only that day, she didn't.

Because a long-pent-up stimulus seems to explode at once, and each one is a potential seed that leads to hope.

Therefore, although the lights in the library are dim, in her eyes, the seeds of hope illuminate everything.

Although at that moment, the witch felt a little crazy, even a kind of Fan Jinzhongju's madness, but she had been underground for too long, listening to too many stories told by others, and the desire to experience it for herself was too strong and too strong.

Under the fantasy again and again, and under the high pressure of reality, she was disappointed again and again. As time passed, the witch harbored so much anger in her heart that she went to the warden every day to secretly check the list of whether there were any dead people.

But the witch found no, and through the bright mirror of time, she actually found that they were doing well, and all the sadness and grievances slowly brewed again in jealousy.

In the dead of night, there is always a person who secretly melancholy and constantly calms his heart. Later, the witch seems to find that the calm result is nothing more than self-deception, and new seeds of revenge begin to sprout.

The unforgettable pain in the cold prison strengthened his belief.

Just when the witch feels that all her wishes are about to come true, even a little unbelievable, the upcoming second psychological trauma will cause her to recover for a while, and even self-doubt and disappointment in the middle.

She stepped towards the southeast corner of the library, and her breathing began to go up and down, and the feeling of her heart pounding had not been seen in a long time.

Arriving at the designated position, the witch slowly crouched down and vigorously removed the thick stack of books.

Ten, twenty, thirty... At that time, in order to prevent others from finding out, the witch piled up a lot of books at the entrance to the outside (the book that allowed people to go to the outside world)

After about twenty minutes, the witch finally saw the familiar shadow, and the tense muscles on her face slowly loosened.

Suddenly, the shadow of the ground shook at this time.

"Who?" The witch became wary, like a frightened bird, looking in all directions in terror. Grip the book tightly with one hand, and slowly cast a spell with the other, probing the breath around you.

Then her fingers were fixed in the southwest direction,

"Hahaha, you can't escape." Flying forward, it turned out to be a black civet.

However, the hair of this civet cat has a strong sense of luster. Underground, the smoothness of the luster is related to the foundation of the cultivation of spells.

The witch also felt a little strange at the first sight of it, after all, she had never seen such a cat in her days of being underground.

Just as she hesitated, trying to make a judgment on her next step, the black cat suddenly shook her body, and the flickering shadow made the witch notice the change in the light in the library.

She estimated the time, this will be the point with the least electricity underground, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously blamed herself,

"It turned out to be a false alarm, but today, it's too sensitive."

The smug smile on the witch's face slowly unfolded, and a vague sense of satisfaction continued to expand her surging feelings.

So, she lowered herself with great interest and touched the civet's head,

"Don't be so naughty next time, kitten." The witch said as she teased the cat's chin with her fingers, "But there will be no next time. ”

The tone of the words was full of evil, and there was no previous joy in his eyes, but a kind of anger, a hatred that wanted to set off a bloody storm in the world.

So she turned around and placed the book on the ground.

Gently flip it open and touch the paper with your hand, it seems to be just a lump of waste paper, and there is no reaction.

"Could it be with your feet?" The witch frowned, but her mood was unaffected.

Gently lifting his leg and falling down, there was still no reflection.

"What's going on, isn't the foot in the right place?" The witch shrunk her nose vigorously, keeping herself as calm as she could and not letting disappointment get the better of her senses.

"Are you going to roll up the pages?" So she bent down, forming a standard arch arc, and slowly rolled the pages to her feet, and a pink door pushed open—

It's a pink channel. The witch's heart began to brighten, and she felt her whole being slowly softened, as if it was about to turn into a puddle of pink solution that slowly poured into the passage.

First her feet were softened, then her buttocks, and every time the pink power corroded, she felt her body itch, and she felt a new feeling of being reshaped.

However, the closer the energy was to her neck, the more pain the witch felt, and she felt like she was being torn apart.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes ruthlessly, there is a sense of fearlessness that if you go out, you will die.

The consciousness in her brain began to fade slowly, the sensation in her body began to weaken, and just as everything was about to fall into place, the witch suddenly felt her head being slowly stretched out—

Oh my God, it was...