"Oh, we're killing monsters down there!" the nameless mouse squawded, motioning for him to look down.

As soon as Wu Zhen's mind moved, the castle above the clouds under his feet gradually began to become transparent. The speed of this transparent diffusion was so rapid that in the shocked and inexplicable eyes of the nameless mouse, the entire castle on the clouds became a transparent space.

"Ahh At that moment, it was as if the entire castle above the clouds was about to disappear.

This feeling brought him a great sense of danger. For a split second, he felt like he was about to fall. This feeling of hanging by a thread really gave him a headache.

He never imagined that he would encounter such a situation. Although I had a little feeling in my heart about this sudden change when I saw the change under the feet of the black tree, who would have thought that the speed of this diffusion would be so fast and rapid.

But fortunately, if you say a thousand, you will say ten thousand. The final accident never came, and it was precisely because the accident did not come that the angry heart of the nameless mouse calmed down a little.

Really, at that moment, there was really a sense of death in his heart.

This feeling of death is really too terrifying, too terrifying, so that when he looks back on it now, he can't help but feel palpitations and panting.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm scared of you. I'll be sure to let you know in advance next time. Although Wu Zhen said this, he didn't think so at all in his heart.

He could tell that this guy was actually hating himself. Everything he did just now actually wanted to give him a dismissal, indirectly telling him that he was not so easy to mess with.

However, what he didn't expect was that this nameless mouse, in the sudden change, quickly adjusted his state, and quickly adjusted back from that frightened situation.

For a creature that has lived on land all its life, it can be said that it is very difficult to quickly adjust its emotions.

In the past, when they hunted land creatures, no matter how ferocious they were, monsters, they just had to keep them in a transparent room. The moment they saw themselves floating alone in the air, no matter how disobedient they were, they would be honest in an instant.

This is a very practical method, and he knows in his heart how powerful it is. It can be said that this is the first time he has used this trick to sink into the sand on land creatures.

However, these thoughts were only fleeting in his mind, and soon he threw all these thoughts out of his mind, and seriously searched for the figure of Master Slime.

For this slime-slime, his heart was filled with infinite admiration. It was precisely because of the existence of this Slime-slime that he was able to save the last spark of their tribe, and it was also because of the existence of this Slime-slime that he defeated the powerful Terror Giant Eagle. All this, for him, was once completely unimaginable.

But today, he finally did it, and what he didn't dare to imagine became a real dead silence. For this, his heart was full of pride, full of pride.

This pride, this pride, is what he thinks from the heart. For these thoughts, he has his own different places and thoughts in his heart.

"There!" When the black tree found that it was below, the excitement and pride in the hearts of those slimes who were killing all over the vegetative group, and once again couldn't help but come to their hearts.

Such a feeling, such a thought, made him feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Really, he really likes this feeling, he really cares about this feeling.

When he saw Lord Slime's killing appearance, he seemed to feel that he was killing all sides below, showing his might. When such thoughts, such thoughts, appeared in his mind, somehow, these thoughts of his poured into the consciousness of Wu Wei below.

After Wu Wei knew his thoughts, he immediately turned his head strangely and looked at him.

The moment Wu Wei turned around, the kind of dare, or embarrassment in his heart, suddenly made him turn around for the first time, not daring to meet his gaze.

This situation, in fact, is also human nature, and there is no fuss.

"I didn't expect that I would become his idol unconsciously. For the fact that he can become his idol, he has no psychological baggage in his heart at all.

Ever since he admitted that he was the guardian spirit of the Iron Mountain Tribe, his mentality had changed to a great extent. He couldn't say good or bad about these changes. But there is one thing that he knows very well in his heart, and that is that he cannot be proud.

Pride is such a thing, it's really easy to get carried away. Getting carried away can't help but reveal the most essential ugly side of human beings, this ugly side, although he is just a slime now, may not be so ugly, in fact, it will not be noticed ugly.

But of the but, in his heart for such emotions,

Instinctively repulsive.

As a child, he always thought he was a genius. But after he met the people around his father, he realized what a ridiculous joke his self-righteousness was. He hadn't been so self-righteous since.

Then, when I grew up, I thought I would be able to get rid of the father I didn't like very much. But a sudden disaster made him and his father completely pass by.

The emergence of such a situation, that time in the birth of disaster. For his entire life, it can be said to be a devastating blow. This blow was really too heavy, so that until now, he has not yet recovered from his senses.

Since that disaster, he has become very vicious, and his vicious appearance is actually just trying to hide his fragile heart. He was very clear about this.

Because from time to time, he will secretly find a corner where no one is. Hide your face and get up. He is inferior, inferior to his own weakness, inferior to his own helplessness, inferior to his own pitiful.

There seems to be nothing wrong with having compassion for yourself.

This is a kind of implicit inferiority, in fact, this implicit inferiority complex also made him miss a lot of things and many opportunities, although maybe those things, those opportunities, will bring unspeakable changes to his life.

For this change, it can be a good change, or it can be a bad change. In this kind of good and bad, mutual transformation and mutual inheritance are actually an acceptable thing.

The things that were missed, that was forever missed, and he didn't want to continue discussing them.

Maybe it's because of these inferiority complexes that he has a stubborn insistence on doing everything he thinks is right. Although tens of millions of people are not optimistic about these things, his heart is still so firm, still so persistent, this firmness, this persistence, even if it does not bring him any report, but he knows very well that his heart must think that these persistence, this persistence, is a very worthwhile thing.

Why do you say that, because it's something he really loves.

What is the best report for anything, that is, money, and money is the best return to measure all material things. This is very cheesy, but the reality of this society, which is like this, is indisputable and cannot be changed.

Maybe he wasn't an ordinary person in the first place! Maybe in his heart, he was really firm in his attachment to that kind of ethereal dream!

No matter what, he is still working hard in his heart, constantly working hard, constantly working hard, constantly trying to improve himself, and constantly working hard.

There will never be any contradiction between the two, and only because of the combination of the two, they will form a role that complements and assists each other.

He really enjoyed and enjoyed his time alone. At this time, in those days of inferiority, he was able to truly recognize himself and really examine himself.

It's a very hard, very painful thing. But for this matter, he did not have any hesitation in his heart at all.

A person can not be great, he can not be single-minded, he can not be very good, but he absolutely, a person, must have his own persistence, because only persistence can prove that he is alive in the long river of his own life trajectory.

This insistence is not to show others, let alone compete with others, just to live a better life.

Really, life is too short, just a few decades of time. In the past few decades, have we existed to compare? Have we existed to be thought by others?

It's really hard to find the real meaning of existence. Maybe our persistence, in the eyes of others, is a kind of stupid behavior, a kind of disrespect for people, and we don't know how to honor our parents.

Really, it's really hard, it's hard to do. There is almost nothing that is completely beautiful. Therefore, in fact, I have to make the right absolutes or some other things in this difficult environment.

Really, this is something in his heart, and he really doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Wu Wei gradually retracted his past thoughts, and continued to kill on the ground full of vegetative people. He loved the feeling of killing, really, really liked. Why do you like it so much. smashed him, it should be related to the destruction of his father's city in his previous life.

In that terrible dream, he dreamed countless times that he was in a sea of fire, holding a sharp sword, and killing those enemies who came to attack him frantically.

It's a kind of indiscriminate killing, it's a hearty battle. In this battle, he became the final victor. It was because he was the final victor that he guarded his city from the destruction of those guys.

Although he guarded this lonely city, those people in this city were also killed under his butcher's knife. This is an unusually indiscriminate battle, why is it an unusually indiscriminate battle every time he dreams?

Because in his heart, he heard the destruction of his own city

Too much, too much sin. It was precisely because of these gossips that he was in his dreams, and he was not polite to his father's people at all, and they all began to kill.

Maybe this is also because of a kind of resentment towards him in his heart!

Such a situation, such an idea arises. In the passage of time later, when a person is not easy to be forced by those non-state countries to leave messages, his heart gradually calmed down. I'm not going to have dreams that don't show up at all.

Really, he doesn't have such dreams at all, as if the blood in his heart is gradually exhausted as he gets older. It's a very painful feeling. This feeling made him feel all kinds of uneasiness in his heart.

He was afraid, afraid that one day, he would forget his hatred, forget everything, and fall into a kind of dilemma where he didn't remember anything. It was a really, really uncomfortable feeling, a very frightening feeling for him.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

This time, killing among these vegetative people, he seemed to have returned to the dream he had once had, and every time he finished it, it would make him inward-flowing, and at the same time, a hearty dream would rise in his heart.

Reality and dreams, in his mind, in his consciousness, are constantly intertwined, constantly formed, and drops of elite blue tears can't help but fall from the eyes of the huge blue ants he has turned into.

If he didn't kill a vegetative person, his tears would fall on this vegetative person.

Because in the dream, he carried out an unusually indiscriminate slaughter. Every time he stabs, he may kill someone he knows. Although among these people, there are still many people who do not know, even his enemies, but it is undeniable that they are all living beings.

Between the killer and the killed, the killer is someone who is not worthy of sympathy. Being killed is someone who deserves sympathy. But the identities between them may face a change at any time. Even if it can't be converted, the killer can actually become the killed.

This is the cause and effect of this, and it should not have deserved any sympathy. But in his heart, he still can't help but shed tears.

Life is very precious and cherished, and it is precisely because of life that this world can be replaced with a new vitality. But it is precisely because of life that there are all kinds of contradictions in this world.

This is a very Yan Jun topic. For this topic, Wu Wei really didn't want to discuss too much in his heart.

In fact, many serious topics really can't be discussed easily, because in the process of discussion, if you are not careful, or take a careful step, you will fall into it deeply and find it difficult to extricate yourself.

When Wu Wei stopped the sharp long knife in his hand, the entire bare ground was already in full bloom.

"My God, how terrifying is Lord Slime's strength, not only slaughtering those damn vegetative people, but also turning their corpses into plants."

Although the flowers do not bloom any kind of flowers, each plant exudes a vigorous vitality. This vitality is so precious, so beautiful, and so yearning for it in his heart.

Wu Ji couldn't help but break away from the castle on the clouds. In the moment of his thoughts, the already transparent cloud castle suddenly cracked a big hole, and his entire body, with this cracked big hole, fell down at a rapid speed.

"Damn!" When the big transparent hole cracked, because it was transparent, the nameless mouse didn't grasp his scale, or rather, the big hole cracked so suddenly that he didn't react at all, and fell with the black tree.

Regarding the whereabouts of the nameless mouse, Wu Zhen's heart was completely unaware at all, after all, he put all his spirit on Wu Wei below. However, when he heard the nameless mouse's curse, he immediately transformed into a huge crow form, spread his huge wings, and with a slight shock, came to the sky under the nameless mouse, and took him to his back.

"You guy, next time, can you remind me, don't be so sudden!" said the nameless mouse grumblingly.

Now he was on the back of this damn crow, and he couldn't speak too harshly to him. Because if it is too harsh, then it is very likely that this damned crow, in a fit of rage, will throw himself off his back, or even if he does, he will make some stumbling blocks for himself, play some tricks, tricks, and so on.

Therefore, now, although he has endless anger in his heart that he wants to vent, he knows very well in his heart that now is not the time, and everything will not be able to settle accounts for him until he lands.

But when he landed, Master Slime was down there, and he couldn't do anything to the damn guy openly. After thinking about it, for a while, there was no way to take this arrogant crow man.

This couldn't help but make his teeth itch with hatred in his heart. He really, really hated this damn raven. But now, on the back of this crow man, he can't do anything to him at all.

So much so that for a long time, for this crow man, his heart could only be at a level of secret hatred!

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