I felt as if I heard the sound of 'Peng', and then the whole space disappeared in front of my eyes, and it was as if I hadn't heard anything, and it suddenly passed through.

In short, the endless chaotic space in my heart disappeared abruptly.

The remnant soul of the ancestor is no longer complete, the secret that Uncle Johnny told me before, can the few remnant souls of the ancestor no longer be gathered? My heart is anxious, sad and heavy, just like a person who is important to you, he has lost a part of his body, and you are relieved that I have not completely lost him, but you will feel extremely heartbroken for him.

The emotions in my heart are like a volcano about to erupt, but I can't say anything, and thousands of emotions only make me want to call for a master, but I feel like I'm falling, floating lightly in a place where I don't know the height, and I can't see anything.

Then at a certain point, I fell hard, and then my whole body was in severe pain, and my throat was thirsty and about to burst out of green smoke, and I couldn't shout the word Shizu, but I heard my own indistinct moaning in the haze.

Then I had a feeling that my consciousness began to wake up, that my soul began to wake up, and I wanted to scold very much, who made me lie here, where a thousand needles were laid? Does the sting hurt all over my body? Is it that God? His new kind of torture?

Of course I can think of everything, the moment of blocking the thunder, the transmission of the chaotic space, I am very sober, I am not dead, in the face of the world, the wheel of life began to roll again, the emotions of severe pain and irritability surged, and at the same time, a kind of worrying worry also appeared, what happened to the stupid, uneasy Grandma Ling Qing?

However, when I remembered my ancestor's words, my mind should have calmed down a little between the fluctuations.

It felt as if I had been trying to speak, but I heard the fragile and weak staccato 'grunt' sound in my throat, when a footstep appeared unusually clearly in the room.

'Knock, knock, knock' step by step is so regular, it sounds like the distance traveled with each step has been carefully measured, so consistent.

The footsteps stopped when they came to where I was lying, and I didn't know who it was, what was it going to do? Is it the so-called God? I immediately rejected this idea, because not only did the person who came not have the aura that the god did not seem to be amazing, but affected the extreme of the person, but there was a stiffness that could not sense the aura that an ordinary person should have.

Who would that be? My brain had fully regained the ability to think at the moment, but the pain and heaviness made me unable to open my eyes and speak.

However, the next moment, I felt that my body was lifted up all of a sudden, the movement was fast, the force was so even, and it was a standardized pattern, I didn't even react to it, I was helped up, until the sudden sharp pain from the body made me can't help but let out a low cry of pain, I didn't recognize this matter.

Then, without allowing me to think, I felt a bowl-shaped object come to my mouth, and my jaw was pinched open, and the force was just right, so that I could not close my mouth, and it would not be too hard and painful, and then, a strange aromatic, but actually bitter liquid, was slowly, slowly, very rhythmically poured into my mouth.

Every time I poured it into my mouth, I would hear the sound of the bowl being put down, and then my throat would be wiped to allow me to swallow the liquid smoothly.

I really wanted to resist, but not only the pain in my whole body, but also the strength disappeared without a trace, I couldn't even move and the thirst in my throat was very longing, even if it was a bitter liquid, it could also moisturize it, so I could only swallow it passively.

This liquid should not be much, and the slow and careful movement of the person who came only allowed me to drink the liquid in the bowl in a few minutes, and judging from his movements, it seems that this liquid is very precious? Because of this action, not a drop of liquid is wasted at all.

This toss should be over, right? I thought it was so, but I heard two more regular footsteps where I was, and stopped where I was lying.

Then, it was poured with water again, this time it was real water, but the taste, you can drink it in one sip is with honey, and the pure taste should be the best honey.

Compared to the unusually bitter liquid, this honey water was simply the most wonderful thing for me when I was still thirsty, and I began to swallow it involuntarily.

However, compared to the bitter liquid, the amount of honey water seemed to be enough, and the people who fed me moved a lot more casually, anyway, until I couldn't drink it anymore and choked a lot, these people stopped moving.

When I thought I was done again, a bowl of warm, intoxicatingly scented stuff came to my nose again, and then a spoonful of soft, easy-to-swallow porridge entered my mouth.

Although I can't open my eyes, my tongue can feel it, there should be meat in this porridge? Got a dish? There is also an unknown medicinal fragrance, in short, it is extremely delicious, and every bite of swallowing feels warm and explodes in the stomach, and the whole person warms up.

I ate greedily until I heard the sound of the bowl empty, and I felt sorry for it.

It's a pity that unlike honey water, this porridge is just like that, and there is no more.

All these things are very tedious, but I can feel the state of careful care, and I wonder in my heart, where am I? Why is it carefully taken care of by so many people? Could it be that my heart is beating suddenly, and it is the Master who has appeared and is taking care of me?

But the next moment, since this idea was denied by me, no matter what Master became, I recognized it, because he had a familiar 'smell' in him, and this 'taste' refers to a feeling!

These people are hollow and stiff, and they don't smell like that.

My body was put down again, and this time I didn't feel like I was lying on a thousand needles, well, two hundred less? In short, it still stings and is very uncomfortable.

These people didn't leave, but began to tinker with me, I felt like I was peeling off the bandages layer by layer, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "X, could it be that I have become a mummy?" "Because it's so strange to feel like you're being peeled away.

But the next moment, I enjoyed it again, because a cold cream was smeared on my body, and when it touched my skin, it was as if I was a hot volcano, and a silent drizzle was soothing me, and my stinging pain was relieved a lot.

These people's fingers occasionally touch my skin, and I feel it should be a man's hand, but it's so cold that I can't guess what the environment I am in. Of course, I can't guess what these people are? I could only adapt to the situation, or because it was too comfortable, I fell asleep again.

Sleep peacefully without dreams.

I don't have the concept of time at all, I just remember that such a tedious thing happened a few times in my constant sleep, and I didn't bother to remember the specific times.

Because I felt that my body was developing in a better direction, the tingling sensation was getting lighter and lighter, and it was replaced by a tingling sensation I remember a certain moment, I really couldn't stand the itching, my fingers could move slightly, and I heard footsteps again.

This time, the regular footsteps became softer, as if they were afraid and as if they were respectful? Because among these footsteps there was a seemingly peaceful, but endlessly domineering footsteps that appeared where I was.

It's so itchy, itchy to the limit, I have to scratch it, I don't care about anything at all, I just want to grasp the itchy part of my body.

Finally, I was able to lift my hand, but as soon as I lifted it, I felt that my wrist, which was already a little weak, was grabbed by a hand, and he seemed to be careless and not too hard, but it was not something I could break free from now.

From the moment he grabbed me, I felt the urge to sneer and jump up and fight him again, because who else could it be? I sensed his aura.

What do I think this is? It turned out that it was in his hands, even though he took such good care of me, it was strange. But I definitely don't think he has any good motives, because of his character and coldness, I've seen it.

"Chen Chengyi, you're very itchy, right? So, you don't even more go to move anywhere in your body, because this is the state of recovery. I'm very happy, you didn't waste my precious medicinal herbs, so the recovery is also good. I almost can't wait, hehe" The voice of the so-called god sounded in my ears.

I endured the itching feeling all over my body, my brows furrowed slightly, and I clearly felt a trace of greed in his words, what does this mean?

Is that the purpose behind his careful care of me?

It was as if something was wrong with me, and all the things piled up, and my heavy eyelids were finally showing signs of loosening, and after struggling for a long time, I finally opened my eyes.

What blurred into his eyes was God's magnified face, smug smile, greedy eyes