After about two months, he was on the verge of success...... Lose consciousness ....... This last bit of time is almost instinctively moving forward, and when other mental activities stop completely, his way of hovering in mid-air slowly changes to drift forward, driven by instinct and the inertia of this period.

In the last week, his fluttering trajectory was no longer a straight line forward, but kept swinging in all directions, like drinking for a night, and when he finished going out, he hit his head on the open window door, and then he was punched in the head by another drunk, and he still had a little sense, and told himself that he must go home, and it was too embarrassing to sleep on the street, that is, he died outside, and he couldn't sleep outside by jumping off the bridge, and then staggered home.

Several times Zhou Xian almost crashed into the fog forest, by this time, his body had almost shrunk by half, but when he could perceive it, he no longer had excess consciousness, his material stock at this time was no longer enough to maintain him forward, each cell had shrunk by half, and the consumption of bone in his body had been greatly accelerated, and it didn't even take such a long time to be able to completely consume the bone, The next thing that can be expected is that the cells in the body will use his body as a miniature battlefield and begin to devour each other, even if there is no self-consciousness.

The result is an absolute, permanent command that Zhou Xian has been emphasizing to himself - to live, and this command will be carried out most faithfully, until the last cell dies, and all the things that can barely eat on his body have been eaten, and there is nothing to replenish his body, then he will only have some chemical fiber clothes and a pair of pink rabbit shoes left in a very short time.

At the last moment before the loss of consciousness, he could no longer move forward, even if this way of fluttering consumed very little energy, far longer than the time that the earth can last, there is an end, and finally he swayed and fell to the ground, no longer suspended, he is far from the size of a normal person at this time, only one-third the size of his normal appearance, and the weight is so light that all women will come forward to ask for weight loss programs, and there is no sound and a little dust splashed on the ground, although this is not the original world, But I don't think it will make much difference.

It's good to die, at this time he doesn't have the strength to control his body, and the idea is back, it seems that the curse of the pen fairy Lao Tie is still being output, and then he suddenly lay flat on the ground, which was originally a good thing on the earth, but now the best posture in this world is exactly the opposite of the earth, especially in this extremely close to unconscious state, it is even more miserable.

The eyelids are half-open blankly, this is the house leak coincided with the rain, Da Lang was sick and met Jin Lian, God and people died together, and they were unlucky. Then he saw the scenery that he didn't want to see now, even if he looked at the broken sky when he was conscious, it wouldn't take long for him to be confused, not to mention the way it was now, within ten seconds, he began to be not good, and his consciousness began to accelerate and become confused, as if someone had added an accelerator to his braincase, and instantly got on the through train to heaven for interviews, or the kind that arrived at one stop, "Dear, remember to give a good review, the following are all relatives who have not given good reviews."