Song Ciwan seems to have traveled through time and space again.

Her whole consciousness fluctuated, and her gaze seemed to follow the second son's gaze, and first fell on the pair of white jade feet.

It was really a pair of flesh and bones, with perfect lines, as if the beautiful bare feet were carved by heaven.

The second son suffered infinitely, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on these jade feet, he involuntarily became infinitely obsessed.

The perfect pair of jade feet landed lightly on a scarlet carpet. Then, the pair of jade feet condescended, stretched out, and gently lifted the second son's chin.

"Little poor ......"

A lazy and gentle, as if picked up from the spring water, sounded, only to hear the female voice lazy, but with a light sneer, with a smile: "Little poor child, look at this miserable appearance, it is really unbearable to look at." ”

The second son was forced to raise his head, his gaze moved up, and then he saw a clever face!

It is really incomparably gorgeous, incomparably magnificent, it is too vulgar to say that it is in full bloom, and it is too light if it is compared to the breeze and the bright moon......

The woman's countenance, clear and glamorous, glamorous and soft, soft and charming, is so beautiful that it seems to be a weapon.

At this moment, this weapon shot straight at the second son, even if he was still so young, but he seemed to have understood what innocent obsession was.

He tilted his head, embarrassed, listening to the woman's soft laughter, but he just said stupidly: "If the mother concubine is happy, I will not be bitter." If the concubine is pitiful to the child, let the child serve the concubine in the palace for two more days. ”

……

Song Ciwan was originally immersed in the misery and pity of the second son, and inexplicably found countless excuses for him, and even had the idea that he should not be killed......

Fortunately, at this moment, the second son's words smashed all her shakes to pieces.

The scene just now is too informative.

Song Ciwan only felt as if she had eaten a shocking melon!

It's a pity that the melon was not eaten completely, but the picture just now was like a riverbed that had lost water, scattered and cracked in an instant.

The picture disappeared, and Song Ciwan didn't see the follow-up.

But it doesn't matter, this picture is not complete, and soon, more scattered pictures are swirling and flying.

In the dark tunnel, there was a small figure squirming and climbing.

He had been crawling for a long, long time, but he couldn't get out of this endless labyrinth.

There was nothing in the labyrinth, no food, no light, no direction, no other people, and no horrible monsters.

There is only a faint sound of water, ticking in this directionless dark world......

Tick!

Tick!

What does that feel like?

It's a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world and going crazy anytime, anywhere.

Again and again, the peaceful and distant sound of the water may at first glance sound like it can make people feel calm, but whoever listens to it for a long time, endlessly, must be crazy.

Especially in this labyrinthine world with no direction, no light, and more like no end.

Song Ciwan had gradually departed from empathy for the second son, after all, the melon she had just eaten was a little too exciting, and she ate it violently all of a sudden, so she just remembered the shock of eating the melon, and where did she remember to continue to sympathize with the second son?

In a place that Song Ciwan had never noticed, she knew the heart demon seed in the sea, the corner of the emerald green demon seed, and the black spots began to fade.

But this fading, at the moment when this pitch-black, labyrinthine world appeared, immediately came to a standstill.

In reality, the invisible contest between Song Ciwan and the second son continues.

In the unpredictable world of demons, Song Ciwan seemed to have experienced the pain of the second son again, and felt his hatred and despair.

Tick!

Tick!

I don't know how long the terrifying sound of the water lasted, but the second son's limbs wore out, his headache was splitting, and he was so painful that he could no longer be silent, so he began to cry, began to roar, began to scream, and began to beg for mercy again-

"Mother, save the child!"

"Mother, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, I'm not a human, I'm your mouse!"

"Mother, let me out, I won't be a human anymore, I'm a mouse, you let me go, let me go......"

At this moment, the gentle female voice sounded again.

The woman smiled softly, gently and with a knife: "Good boy, since you are a mouse, how can you be afraid of this darkness?" ”

"The good mouse will crawl out on its own, the good mouse will make holes, you say, yes or no?"

In the dark labyrinth, the second son's limbs were stained with blood and his whole body was ulcerated.

He tilted his head, followed the voice, and said mechanically, "Yes...... That's right, the good mouse will make his own hole, I can get out, mother, I can get out! ”

As he spoke, he was inexplicably overjoyed.

So Song Ciwan saw that his body was lying on the ground and began to change significantly.

His skull had become pointed, his body had grown hairy, a long, thin tail had grown under his tail vertebrae, his limbs had turned into rat claws, and two front teeth protruding in front of his pointed mouth. Soon, he turned into a black rat the size of a palm!

The black rat moved its limbs and quickly dug the soil.

Whoosh!

He took the nature of the species to the extreme, and in a short time he drilled a deep hole in the dark labyrinth.

The big hole went straight up, and I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a short time, and it was as if it was just a blink of an eye, and the black rats digging the hole dug through the entire maze!

The black rat jumped out of the passage with a puff of smoke.

Ahead, in the brightest place, a beautiful hibiscus face appeared.

The black mouse seemed to have seen the closest person in the world, and with a swoop he jumped into the man's open snow-white palms.

The white greasy palm held the little black mouse, and the woman gently praised: "What a good boy, you really did it!" ”

The black mouse fell intoxicated on the woman's warm and fragrant palm, rubbed her delicate palm with its small head, squeaked and spat out at the same time, and begged with joy: "Mother, the child has done it, beg the mother to have mercy." ”

Song Ciwan: ......

There is always an indescribable urge to blurt out that seems to be a sentence: hold the grass...... A kind of grass.

The picture was shattered again, and Song Ciwan, who ate strange melons one after another, only felt that his brain capacity seemed to be a little insufficient.

The world is so strange that there are always things that normal people can't understand.

Song Ciwan, who was immersed in the world of demons, still didn't notice that after this picture, the dark spots in her sea of consciousness had faded again.

For those broken pictures, she has gradually changed from an immersive experience to a spectator experience.

Countless strange pictures still flew like snowflakes, the more Song Ciwan looked, the more "grass" she accumulated, and later, she even lost the "grass", leaving only a speechless.