Lying on the stone platform weakly with water reduces the energy consumption in the body. [Ran^Text^Library] [][For more exciting novels, please visit] I don't know how many days I spent in this cave, and I don't know if the outside world is black or white in the bright environment. A sense of exhaustion haunts me forever and lingers.

The two lights around his body kept burning, like a kind of mockery. I have the illusion that this constant light will go out, but when it goes out, I am already asleep.

Lying down like a dead man, the strength of his body has been consumed, as if he has been drained away. And the body has no vitality at all, and it is all consumed by the water. A little remnant of vitality is stored in various organs in the body. You can't extract that energy. The original physical strength on his body was also consumed, and his eyes were dizzy for a while. There were also some mysterious songs in my ears, many barbarian dances, and there seemed to be a bonfire lit under the stone platform, and I was like a sacrifice being grilled on the bonfire.

Is this death?

Are the dances around you from the underworld?

Just as he was thinking, a person suddenly came, dressed in a colorful glass robe, "shooting" a brilliant brilliance. The man's face looked blurry, his facial features seemed to be twisted together, and his nose was open with a normal mouth, and his eyes were always under the mouth. But in a blink of an eye, it was a young man with beautiful facial features, and after a while, it became blurry again.

Why is this so, and who is this man?

The man gradually walked to the edge of the stone platform, looked down at the dying Fushui and said, "You have lived a long life, do you still have any nostalgia or anything that has not been completed before you die?"

When Fushui heard this, he laughed with a tired expression. "Haha, hehe, if I say it, will you help me finish it?"

"I'll help you fulfill your wishes, after all, I'm not like you mortals!" there was a hint of contempt or pride in the man's words.

"I" gradually choked up with the water, the laughing look just now disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he cried and said: "I haven't become the number one in the world, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

The man looked at the water, his eyes were a little complicated, and he gradually sat down next to the stone platform, sat beside the water, and was not in a hurry to speak, and his eyes also looked at the dancing ghosts under the stone platform, thoughtfully. After a pause, he slowly spoke: "You want to be the number one in the world, but your longevity is over, I will make you the number one in the world, what is the use of you, isn't it extinguished in this instant?"

Lying on the stone platform, he became weaker and weaker, and his voice became smaller and smaller. "I want everyone in the world to know that only I can be the best in the world when I brush water. There was no longer a trace of moisture on his lips, and tears ran down the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, dripping down the stone platform. Even though I am unwilling, but I have reached the end of my life, how can I survive this hurdle, the messenger of the underworld has come here to take back my "life", how can I resist.

The man was not in a hurry, and sat quietly next to the water to help sort out the hair that had been scattered by the water, and the clothes were full of ashes. Gently patted the chest of the water, like an old friend. The man's mouth was full of words, and said: "It's true that your qualifications are so good, I can't even bear to accept you back to the underworld, but your longevity is gone now, hey, this god created people! Your life book says that there is an old fortune teller who saved you, what is that old way doing now?", the man said vigorously, regardless of whether he heard the water or not, and said vigorously: " If you can survive this time, even if I scatter my three souls and seven spirits, and never be reborn, I will definitely change your life and change you to the first in the world, and everyone in the world will surrender to your feet, but now it is impossible. ”

The water is in a half-dead and half-faint scene, the physical strength in the body has been exhausted, any movement, opening the eyelids, will make him die, but now I don't know if I can hear the words of the beautiful man.

After a while, after the man had finished admiring the water, he pulled out a bottle. The bottle is very heavy, there is no little pattern in it, the whole body is cold and white, ordinary, the mouth of the bottle is small, the bottle body is large, forming a funnel shape, and there are only a few quaint small words on the bottle - soul collection bottle.

In the blink of an eye, the water felt that the body became lighter and more powerful, but it did not land, and there was no foothold, and this feeling was extremely terrifying. The stone platform lying behind him gradually felt blurred, or it felt that the stone platform under him had disappeared at all. And I seem to have fallen into a big net, and under the net is an abyss, and I have to hold on tightly to this fleeting net, and if I am not careful, I will fall into the abyss. And a blue-faced fanged beast rushed up from under the abyss, staring at him deadly, not anxious to ask for his life, but waiting for him to fall into the abyss, eating him away step by step. It's like a cat that catches a mouse and doesn't bite him to death immediately, but plays until the prey dies first.

There is an irresistible force under the abyss, pulling the water step by step into death and destruction. Desperately grasping at that net, but to no avail. The power in the body is inexhaustible, but in the face of such a situation, there is nowhere to exert strength, but there is no way to do it, so I have to let myself fall into the mouth of the giant beast step by step.

The chest is like a boulder pressing a thousand catties, and the more you sink into the abyss, the lighter it looks.

Are you really going to die here?

Can't you really be the best in the world?

The body is always getting weaker and weaker, but the belief in my heart is stronger than a while.

I want to live, I want to live, I want to be the first in the world!

As he continued to fall, he saw a bright light on the stone wall around him, as gentle but not glaring as the light from the door that had entered the room. The light is like a book, and through the soft golden light, it seems to beckon to the water. Looking at the golden light in the water, the consciousness of survival became very strong again, and he struggled to crawl towards the golden light, pulling the weak net with both hands.

In the face of the imminent death of this Chinese person, he will not give up any hopeful opportunity, and will be very desperate to obtain and get. Death is man's first fear, and the process of man's growth is to overcome this fear. This explains why people's life span is only a short sixty or seventy years, because sixty or seventy years is enough to think about life and death, enough to see through all the marriage and reincarnation in this world, and get the most peaceful answer about death.

But there is still a wish for the water to be fulfilled, and he will never be caught at this moment. His life shouldn't be like this, and he won't give up.

"Ahh The halo hung in the air on the stone wall, and the hole in the stone wall just contained the ancient book.

The body involuntarily fell downward, and every time that mysterious force pulled the water down, the water had to use all the strength of the body to resist and fight. His arms trembled from time to time because of excessive exertion, and the muscles on his body seemed to be pulled by the corpses of five horses, as if he could hear the sound of muscles cracking, and the sound was very slight, like the sound of pulling silk. The pain was so bad that it was like a pair of scissors cutting through a section of muscle.

How can I give up, how can I give up?

With the severe pain in his body, he insisted on crawling in front of the golden light step by step, and went to take the ancient book on the stone wall in his hand. Suddenly, Jin Guang won a big victory, and it looked a little dazzling, as if resisting.

When the water saw that the ancient book was like this, he stretched out his hand to take the ancient scroll. Who knew that there was no trace of vitality in the halo, and there was a slight burning pain. Whisking his hands stretched out, but he was ruthlessly burned a little, and the fingers at the burned place seemed to melt, and they were a fingernail's length shorter than usual, looking really terrifying, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, but the part that should have had a finger was a little burning.

I didn't expect that he had spent so much physical strength in exchange for such a hurtful hope, he couldn't help laughing, laughing so painfully, laughing so "hairy" and terrifying.

Forget it! I gave up!

Just as the water was about to let go of the hands that were gripping the net, the giant beast beneath him changed. As the ancient book continued to shine with golden light, the giant beast seemed to have seen something more terrible than himself, and its fierce eyes glowing with green light revealed incomparable fear and panic, and suddenly turned around and fled towards the abyss, causing tremors in the abyss.

Whisk looked at such a scene, and then looked at the shining scroll in front of him, the scroll revealed a faint vicissitudes, looking at the material, it should be made of sheepskin, because the age of the sheepskin has been almost covered by those dim stains. The skin is unusually shabby, there is no half of the text, and there are no special marks and pictures, just a simple piece of parchment, as if telling the past that he also had.

The thought of life and death is in an instant, and whether you live or die depends on your desire for life.

Of course, Whisk Water has to choose to live, even though the price may be very heavy, and it is much better to lose an arm than to lose an entire life.

Thinking of this, Fu Shui made up his mind, and suddenly stretched out a hand towards the place where the scroll was, regardless of whether the halo around the scroll would completely corrode his arm.

The golden halo was also resistant, and the golden light rose, and the burning pain struck again, instantly surging into my heart.

Gritting his teeth, he took the scroll in his hand, and after passing through the intense burning sensation, the intense pain disappeared in an instant, and instead came some warm breath.

When I held the scroll in my hand, it was not too heavy, but made a thin layer, and there were not a few of them. But when you look at it, there is a big way. Not to mention the content of the ancient scrolls, just the painting-like words on the ancient scrolls, it is really incomprehensible, horizontal and vertical seems very irregular, and it is not as regular as ordinary books, written from the upper right corner to the lower left corner, and the picture-like words in the ancient scrolls have no rules at all, completely like a child's ignorant graffiti.

"This?" As the beast fled, the pull under the abyss gradually decreased, staying within a range that was acceptable to him.

Half of the blood for survival was gone, but the situation was much better than at the beginning. He carried the scroll in the hem of his clothes, and a warm feeling warmed his heart, and he couldn't help but do so, and his body gradually got rid of the heavy pull, and gradually floated, crossing the broken wall of the abyss, and seeing how wonderful the scenery was outside. In the distance, the yellow and purple flowers bloom all over the mountains, and some of them are wearing gorgeous clothes, brainwashing and playing in the mountains, and they are very happy.

Although I don't know what the painting is called, I call it the dragon in the water! I thought about the painting carefully, the dragon roams freely in the water, and no one is an opponent between heaven and earth, and no one dares to invade his own domain.

But why do you think of this painting? I keep thinking about what is different about this painting. I thought about it for a while in the face of the wonderful scene, and suddenly realized. The dragon in the water has no eyes.

Thinking of this, it suddenly became clear that the road in front of me was not tortuous, there was no beautiful man around, there was no roaring bonfire under the stone platform, and the little ghosts from the underworld were all dispersed. He subconsciously wiped the scroll on his chest, but found that the scroll was still lying quietly in his arms.

All this is too complicated, it is like a dream, but the ancient scroll on his body constantly reminds him that what happened just now is a real thing, not a nightmare of his own.

When I woke up, I was still hungry, but I found a way to get out of this room.

He bit his finger and dripped blood onto the dragon's eyes in the water. After a while, the dragon seemed to come to life, and flew out of thin air, flew to the stone wall, and turned into a door with a halo, exuding a huge vitality. The water finally walked out of this stone room, it was still the cold stone platform, the smooth stone wall, and the sea of clouds in the distance was still superimposed on each other, and there were some emerald green mountain tips piercing out of the sky, which looked particularly vibrant when the sun sprinkled it.

God's worth it!

Shui finally walked out of the stone room, and to his surprise, there was a person waiting. The eyebrows are clear, the long hair hangs down to the waist, very dense and very bright, the light "color" Luo skirt is inlaid with silver silk edges, and the water fu "color" gauze belt is man's waist, wearing a violet "color" painted hibiscus trailing the tail to the placket to close the waist and raise the sleeves. With a slight smile, a pair of young and ignorant spirit beads, smooth as pearls, clear eyes like a stream under the ice, not stained with a trace of dirt in the world, eyelashes "hair" slender and thick, like a fan slightly upturned, stretched out his hand and nodded a little small nose, a pair of soft and slender white skin, the elegant orchid embroidered at the cuffs is lined with ten fingers like shaved onions, and the pink lips are shining with crystal color, lightly bending out of a very good-looking arc. Ruyu's earlobes have a light blue tassel pendant, which is light and light, and can dance slowly with a little wind.

"Why are you here?" said Whisk with mixed emotions.

"I, I'm here to find you!" The shy voice is not Lingyu, who is it?