"No, wait, why do I feel like I'm getting drenched in the rain?" Suddenly, Zhou Ming blinked and reacted, obviously he seemed to only have vision now, and couldn't touch anything. Even in the reflection of the lake, he didn't have his own appearance, as if he was like a ghost, why could this rain be poured on himself? Zhou Ming looked at the sky in surprise, as if it was a misty drizzle in spring, this gray light rain was dripping, and a little bit of coolness was rising from all over his body, and he was drenched at that time. Then, in the afterglow, Zhou Ming suddenly noticed that there was a change, and the scenery around him, which had been unchanged all along, suddenly began to change.

Zhou Ming looked around, on the land by the lake in the distance, a little bud was breaking through the soil, and the surrounding trees were also trying to stretch the branches and leaves, and a piece of hazy green light spread on the trunk, beside him, the Penglai of the lotus brother seemed to be maturing rapidly, and the huge lotus leaf that was spread on the surface of the lake was directly out of the water at this time, and the edge was lifted into the air, and in a faint light on the surface, it began to collect the gray rainwater. The quiet world suddenly became noisy, and the leaves in the distance were rattling, and in this drizzle, it seemed that they were all carnival. A wave of joy welled up from his heart: 'Haha, hahaha, hahaha.......", Zhou Ming laughed happily, then opened his hands, cheered on the lake, and ran to his heart's content.

This gray light rain has been falling for half a month, and it has obviously exceeded the time for him to wake up, but until the rain stopped, Zhou Ming was still in high spirits, as if he had just woken up. The lotus leaf, which the lotus brother still held in the air, was filled with a transparent viscous liquid, which was the gray rain that had been collected before. The rain fell on the lotus leaves of the lotus brother, and soon, a touch of gray quickly faded into this clear and transparent viscous liquid. The reason why I know that this is a viscous liquid is because this thing can be touched by Zhou Ming. With a poke of his finger, the surface of the liquid was dented a little, this discovery surprised Zhou Ming and was extremely happy at the same time, there was nothing more pleasant than being able to prove his existence.

For a long time, Zhou Ming, who only had vision, could not interfere with the outside of this world at all, although he knew that he existed in the stones at the bottom of the lake, but for that stone, as far as Zhou Ming's own feeling was concerned, it was no different from looking at the stones on the side of the road in his previous life. So sometimes, Zhou Ming is also thinking superfluously, will his current self not exist at all? After playing with the transparent liquid for a day, Zhou Ming finally lost interest and looked around.

In this gray rain, the valley has changed a lot, the surrounding trees have grown taller and stronger, not to mention, some new plants have grown by the lake. However, these are not the most important things, the lotus brother around him, in this rain, got a very huge harvest, not only the Penglai that produced was completely ripe, but the seven lotus seeds that fell into the water also began to take root on the jade, and then, new shoots emerged. As for the empty lotus canopy, after the rain stopped, it was slowly melted in the pale golden flames, and then turned into a series of green smoke and floated into the sky, condensed into green silk and fell into the lake, and what was left behind was only a fist-sized bud.

After thinking that he felt that he was about to fall asleep again, Zhou Ming still decided to go to the sky to see the distance again. Because I feel that when I am awake, I seem to have been consuming something, and the farther away from this lake, the faster it seems to be consumed. The time of sleep is too long, and the time of waking is very short, so Zhou Ming has always cherished the ten days of waking up, although sometimes it will be boring. This is also the reason why, except for the first time, after going to that high sky, Zhou Ming has never gone up again.

Looking down, the field of vision is gradually broadening, the world is like a beautiful picture, slowly opening to Zhou Ming, seeing the deep forest, seeing the mountain, seeing the sea, invisible, his own small valley. If you go up, you can see the thighs of the Pangu God, alas, I really want to ask the Pangu God, if there is a lack of leg pendants, such thick thighs, I really want to hug. In his thoughts, he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness, and then his vision dropped rapidly. "Ah, it's already at the limit. With a sigh in his heart, Zhou Ming returned to the stone at the bottom of the lake and lost consciousness, and then on this ordinary stone that had been complained about by Zhou Ming, a trace of purple light flashed.

I don't know if it's because of that gray rain, after waking up again, I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhou Ming feels that his waking time seems to have become longer. It's probably two or three hours longer, but just by feeling, Zhou Ming can't be sure. The flower bones of the lotus brother beside him have risen several times, and the transparent liquid filled with lotus leaves has also dropped significantly, and in the water, on the jade bi, seven small shoots are struggling to grow. As for the jade, I went, I don't know when I have completely occupied the bottom of this lake, but it is a little strange that beyond the bottom of the lake, this jade bi does not seem to extend over. As for whether the expansion has not yet been extended, or whether it will stop expanding, it seems that we will have to wait for the next time. Ahhh Then, after a few more sobering years, Zhou Ming confirmed the fact that the time he spent awake had really increased.

There is still no change in the surroundings, since the gray rain, Zhou Ming, who has come to his senses for the seventy-second time, looked at the trees around him that basically did not change, and sighed in his heart, he still didn't understand what the gray rain was. Moreover, how long has it been since that gray rain? After all, it has been several years since I was awake. It's so strange, obviously he has always been just a person, and after staying here for so long, why didn't he feel bored or anxious? In the middle of the lake, next to a huge lotus plant, seven small lotus flowers were blooming delicately, and Zhou Ming was jumping up and down among the lotus leaves, thinking to himself, is it because he has no heart or lungs? Time continued to pass, the seventy-seventh awakening, the eighty-third awakening, the ninety-first awakening, until the ninety-ninth awakening, however, this awakening was not the usual normal awakening, but was woken up, it was the second gray rain that came.

Now, do you know why the flood never counts the year? That's because there is no way to measure the time of the flood at all. This is the ninth gray rain that Zhou Ming has experienced, even if it is only the time to be sober, now that it is added up, I don't know how long it has passed. Even the number of times he was awake was accidentally confused, and he couldn't remember being given up by Zhou Ming, and in desperation, Zhou Ming turned his head and began to remember the number of times he experienced gray rain. The small valley has changed a long time since it was then. In the lake, more than half of them are now full of beautiful lotus flowers, and those are the descendants of the lotus brother. After such a long time, Zhou Ming has also changed, and the stones at the bottom of the lake have some purple lines on his body, and he finally looks a little wonderful.

Moreover, now every time he is awake, it is almost twice as long as before, Zhou Ming himself is no longer only a perspective, he is now aware of the outside, like a vague child's shadow, very faint, if you are not careful, you will ignore it. However, if you fight for your life, you can do it for a short period of time. Now next to the stone on his body, there are some white jade-like lotus petals, as well as the green silk wrapped around his body, which are all the fruits of Zhou Ming's hard work. said that if you want to be a stylish stone, you have to make a stylish stone, Zhou Ming smiled proudly.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time. Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ming has been living an excessively extravagant life since he came to the Honghuang. Uh-huh, it's the fifty-third grey rain I've ever experienced. Zhou Ming lay on a lotus flower, carefully thinking about whether he was mistaken, and after thinking for a while, he finally determined, yes, it was the fifty-third time. Even in memory, the time spent in wakefulness adds up to a very long, long time, as for the previous life, except for his name and parents, he basically doesn't remember anything, and everything else can be remembered is only those few mythological stories, and then when the memory is suddenly affected, he will recall some of it. Very early, adapting to the current life, Zhou Ming gave up a lot of distractions. Like now, what to go out to find the innate spiritual treasure, what to become a saint in the future, and what to collect a big harem are no longer in Zhou Ming's thinking. Of course, Zhou Ming is still Zhou Ming, at this point, Zhou Ming, whose personality is still sound and his consciousness is still clear, said, I am still me.

"Hey, hey, hey......" At the bottom of the lake, above the pure green jade, a faint blurred black shadow was trying to move the small white jade petals that were arranged below. It took a lot of effort for Zhou Ming to change the last number of the petals as a mark to the Arabic numeral seven in his previous life, and there were two ones in front of the seven. The 117th time, this is the gray rain that Zhou Ming experienced this time, because he was worried about repeating the mistake of remembering the number of times he was awake, and a good memory is indeed not as good as a bad pen. Zhou Ming collected some small lotus petals of about the same size, and then arranged them into numbers at the bottom of the lake. Small petals of the same size are not difficult to collect now, after all, the whole lake is now full of the territory of the lotus brother, every time, the lotus flower of a lake swallows the sun and the moon together, not to mention how shocking. During the day, the lake seems to be burning with pale golden flames, and at night, several huge mist cantilever stretches out from the small valley and then slowly rotates, and on the surface of the lake, each lotus flower also holds up a small but more condensed cantilever and slowly rotates, like a nebula, which is very beautiful.

I felt a little in my heart, just arranging the numbers, so that Zhou Ming's waking time was almost reduced by more than half, but it's okay, go to the gray rain, you can recover, and now the waking time is also long, Zhou Ming generally doesn't use the day of his previous life as a unit to measure time, but uses the day in the current desolate world to measure. Yes, finally, Zhou Ming defeated the two masters of Taiyin and Sun, and he could confirm the movement of those two with his own eyes. And now, Zhou Ming's waking time is half a day, and the most standard is the time when the sun star rises, and then it goes all the way to the middle of the day.

After living in the desolate world for a long time, Zhou Ming finally changed, and Zhou Ming also found that he had changed, as if he was becoming more and more like a child, very simple things can make him happy for a day, and his life day after day did not make him feel bored, but there was a feeling of enjoying it. In this desolate wilderness where the aura is pure and pure, Zhou Ming feels that he is becoming more and more like the kind of isolated elf in the story of his previous life, living in his own small world, enjoying himself, without trouble or sorrow, his world is so simple and pure, until the end of his life. Mmmmmmmm~~~ After thinking about it, what's wrong with this? Zhou Ming smiled freely.

In his previous life, how far was what he was talking about? Looking at the number he had just arranged, 567, Zhou Ming thought to himself, from the first time he opened his eyes in the flood wilderness to now, is it far enough? No one answered, and Zhou Ming did not expect someone to answer, this was just a question that suddenly came to mind. Besides, when was the last time he hooked his memories of his past life like this? Zhou Ming didn't know, after all, the flood was a wilderness, and it never counted years. Zhou Ming was lying in the tallest lotus flower, which was the lotus brother who had accompanied him at the beginning. Watching the sun star rise and set, and then watching the Taiyin star sway the glow of the sky, and then to the sun star rising, what is wrong with such a life?

The 888th time, after easily laying out this number, Zhou Ming looked at his real body, on the fiery red jade, it was a stone covered with purple lines, just looking at the stone, there was a dark touch in his heart, ah, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's time for me to be born.