Edward found out that this guy actually drank a big sip after Hao Song fell, and he also learned to completely hold his breath to prevent the wine from exhaling, and he couldn't help but be a little worried. He forgot to ask Hao Song to order leisurely...... After all, he is not a guy who has no common sense and nerves thicker than his thighs, and 96% alcohol content makes an ordinary person drink like this.

But after all, Hao Song is a mind cultivator with a clear state of mind, if he can maintain a trace of consciousness and control his body, then there will definitely be no danger. The question is, can he do it? Thinking of this, Edward shook his head, and observed Hao Song's situation while drinking, planning to carry him to the stomach lavage if something was wrong.

After a while, Hao Song's whole body began to have a fever. This fever is different from the previous illusion of the fiery stomach under the alcohol, and this powerful increase in temperature is a sign that the alcohol is broken down by the liver and a large amount of heat is released. The rise in the temperature of the whole person made Hao Song's skin begin to redden, and it quickly turned red from his feet and neck to his face, like a steamed hairy crab. There were some unconscious whispers in his mouth, and he couldn't hear what was being said.

However, Edward had a relaxed expression and began to gulp and drink boldly into the vast and hazy volcanic basin. His eyes also began to flash red, and the frequency of his drinking flickered in the mist, and against the backdrop of this castle, it felt like a vampire movie, but it was a pity that this guy didn't drink red wine. Let Edward put his mind at ease, naturally he knows that Hao Song can talk drunk, so he must still be conscious.

At this moment, Hao Song only felt that he was in a warmth, which was not like the warmth of the child returning to his mother's arms, but like the warmth of huddled in the bed on a cold night. This temperature comes from himself, a sense of warmth and steadiness that does not need to be protected, and is sufficient for himself.

The eyes cannot be opened, and they do not need to be opened. Under the high concentration of energy, the brain seems to be able to clearly sense the surroundings only through the touch of the skin of the body, he can perceive the slight tide of air passing over his face and hands, and he can also sense that there is a heat source not far away, which gives him the feeling of a blazing sun, this should be Edward, and even Hao Song can detect his every move of drinking; there is a mellow fragrance in front of him that has been spreading, it should be unfinished vodka, Hao Song can almost describe the outline of the diffusion of the wine, like a bonfire steaming up.

And farther away, it's so misty that it's even more blurry than it can be seen with the naked eye. So Hao Song focused his attention on himself. In his senses, his chest was the hottest place, and the warmth at this time was too much, and it was starting to get a little hot. It seems that he can sense the heat coiled in his chest like a lion, and some of the heat escapes, but the heat emitted from his chest is getting more and more, which makes Hao Song have the illusion that his heart is burning.

At this time, he remembered Edward's words and sensed his own organs at a high concentration of energy. Hao Song thought back to the structure of the human body in high school biology, and then quickly found the digestive system under the liver of the heat source visualized in his mind. At this time, his stomach, intestines, and various auxiliary digestive organs seemed to be slowly peristalsis, and this peristaltic peristalsis with the rhythm of life was speeding up at an imperceptible rate. Hao Song just glanced at it, and then skimmed it away. I found the reproductive system again, and then I felt that virgins were active, and my attention swept over them and began to turn. (Do you think I'm going to describe the raw apparatus in detail?)

When it came to the respiratory system above the liver, Hao Song was suddenly a little surprised. Because he vaguely felt that his lungs were damaged or mutated, he subconsciously seemed to see more clearly. At this time, it was like a microscope on his field of vision, and the lungs in Hao Song's brain were rapidly enlarged, and he was able to see the alveoli one by one, just like the foam in milk. It's just that the color of the milk in Hao Song's eyes is a little weird, faintly black.

Hao Song said in his heart, is this Sanlu's or Nanshan's? Have I ever drunk milk powder recently? I immediately reacted, this is the alveoli! It has nothing to do with milk! When I looked closely, Hao Song found that there were small red and black dots on these alveoli, and he was puzzled, and he was a little afraid of these small dots, for fear that they were cancer cells or something, but unfortunately he couldn't wake up at this time to go for an examination, so he had to put it down temporarily.

Continuing upward, Hao Song seemed to see a bundle of nerves like a bundle of cables, and in the process of contemplating all the way before, Hao Song had actually noticed that there was a bundle of such nerves from top to bottom, like fish bones that separated many small bundles to all parts of the body. Now it's all about going back to the roots. These bundles of nerves pass through several transformer-like organs and merge into a walnut-like structure formed by a large number of nerves, the brain.

Hao Song tried to find his "cowardly heart" in his mind, but he couldn't ask for it, and what he saw in front of him was a large number of intricate nerves linked together, just like the Chinese knots made by beginners are as dazzling as they are piled together.

Looking at this scene, Hao Song faintly felt a little tired, and then gradually lost consciousness. In his mind, it was as dark as a room began to turn off the lights, and at the moment when the light illuminated by the last trace of consciousness was about to dissipate, Hao Song suddenly understood that his consciousness was his heart. Previously, he visualized the physical body in his mind through his own mind, and although both the spirit and the original mind originated from the nervous system, it was naturally impossible to see such abstract things by directly observing a piece of nerves. The mind where the spirit and the heart are located is like another world that relies on matter, born with the thought, and died with the thought.

Thinking of this, Hao Song was very satisfied, and suddenly wondered: Why is this moment so long? I only feel that my consciousness seems to have no intention of dispersing at all, just like the only dark star in the dark night of the wilderness, although it is dark, it is immortal and will last forever. When you think of a metaphor in your mind, you will naturally visualize a dark star in your mind.

When Hao Song was thinking hard about how to turn off the light and sleep well, he suddenly found that he felt very swollen, inflated like an inflatable doll. So he subconsciously opened his mouth, and a yellowish-white air flow rushed out of his mouth, like a long rainbow through the sun, straight into the dark star in the sky! The dark star quickly brightened under the infusion of the air flow, and after an unknown time, it completely illuminated the entire space, and Hao Song realized at this time that the place where he was was actually the surface of a huge white membranous structure. Whereas, the dark star is inside the membrane.

What kind of rhythm is this? Is it a giant Durex? Does it look like it's still thickened and patterned? Hao Song complained while looking at the gullies on the white film visible in the distance.

Then he tried to jump up and look at the whole thing from a distance, but he actually jumped up, as if it had no weight, and the white film in front of him quickly enlarged. So Hao Song carefully observed the thing that appeared in front of him like a complex version of a starfish with elongated antennae, and came to the conclusion that this seems to be the smallest unit of the nervous system, a neuron?

At this time, Hao Song felt a lightness in his body again, and suddenly the distance widened again, and he saw other neurons. To his surprise, the neurons he saw at first seemed to be more active than his siblings around him, and it felt like a different kind of cell.

Hao Song muttered, "So this is evolution?...... No, it's not evolution, it's more like activation! It's like a furnace, which was originally burning calmly, but suddenly added a handful of oily dry wood to it, and it suddenly burst into flames! Yes, the first step for a mind cultivator to forge his body should be to maximize his ability to reach the limit of his own genes while his own genes remain unchanged! That is where Su Rui is located!"

Glancing at the other neurons that also began to change, Hao Song smiled with satisfaction, and the feeling of swelling began to dissipate, and even felt a little cool......

Edward was drinking the seventh bottle of vodka at the moment, and apart from his somewhat drunken red eyes, you couldn't tell that he had just drunk more than 3 liters of high-concentration alcohol.

Suddenly, he let out a "hmm", looked sideways at Hao Song, and saw that he was no longer feverish, and he really lost consciousness and fell asleep. So Edward moved over and leaned his hand on Hao Song's chest, and then nodded with satisfaction: "This kid is very fast! It's just that the amount of alcohol is too bad to stimulate more organ cells at once...... Well, it's okay, Dora has a few drinks! hehe...... He paid for the wine, and this kid seems to be quite rich...... Hiccup!" While staggering to carry Hao Song with a wine burp while wishful thinking, it was only then that it could be seen that this guy was not lightly drunk.

Carrying Hao Song for two steps, Edward suddenly patted his head and muttered, "Oops! I forgot to take the wine, hiccup!" Then he walked to the side of the box, slid Hao Song off his back with one side, and then carried the box. When Hao Song was "put" to the ground by this rough man, he smashed his butt on the bottle of vodka that he had just drunk, but unfortunately he was not drunk lightly, even if his butt happened to fall on the mouth of the bottle, he was not sober.

Edward saw that he accidentally knocked over a bottle of wine after putting down Hao Song, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Oops! half a credit is wasted!" Shaking his head, he looked at Hao Song for a while, and decided to grab his hands and drag him back to the room.

So our tyrant senior Edward, holding the wine box on his shoulders with one hand and Hao Song's hands with the other, dragged Hao Song, who was drunk on his back, from the roof of the 4th floor to Hao Song's room on the 2nd floor. During the period, whether it was a stone slab or a wooden staircase, or even the threshold of Nanmu, Hao Song was dragged all the way with a "belly", and when he arrived in the room, he finally ended the unconscious torture and was thrown to the bed casually.

Then Edward's door was not closed (how could the door be closed if it was kicked off?) and staggered left and right to a room at the top of the same floor, and swiped his night card in. Then the sweltering night finally calmed down......

Just after 8 o'clock the next day, Hao Song was woken up by the familiar theme song of "Happytreefriends", got up from the bed on his stomach groggily, and scolded in his mouth: "It's actually this annoying wake-up music again...... Is this really music?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hao Song felt that his body was a little abnormal...... Hey?...... Why does the chrysanthemum hurt? Suddenly I remembered a few words: drinking-drunk-Edward-Chrysanthemum.....

"Damn!!Isn't it?!!Edward, you dead rabbit!!" Hao Song's miserable roar suddenly echoed throughout the dormitory......

"There are always a lot of misunderstandings in life...... And the more bizarre the thoughts, the more likely it is that they will be misunderstood. ”

- Grexiu S. Hao]