Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 157: Gradually evolved
157 gradually evolved
When I feel that I can feel the martial universe, the king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne asks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment The Shao Da Zhou imperial family moves the universe to kill the night god, God seals the throne, and asks the devil to be the strongest in the world. In the shape of strength, all this suddenly returned to calm, which made me feel a sense of loss. Read novels on your mobile phone and update synchronously!{-
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Leaving suddenly, untied the chains that bound my body, and my soul merged with my body again. I opened my eyes vigorously, and a sense of suffocation suddenly filled my chest, and I kept gasping for breath, wishing to absorb the oxygen of this world.
"Achuan, are you okay?" Fu Jiang's voice seemed to come from a distance.
"No, it's okay." I said, but the body's reaction is not the same at all. More severe discomfort struck, I retched, coughed, and even convulsed, and it took a while to relieve myself.
Fu Jiang grabbed one of my arms, pulled me up from the ground, and helped me into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and filled my hands with cold tap water. I heard that the water was groundwater from a deep well, not lake water. I buried my head, and the damp cold quickly cooled my hot face. I finally felt better, so I applied it a few more times.
The sound of rushing water gradually calmed my emotions. For a while, I just put my hands on the sink like this, thinking about nothing.
I looked up at myself through the mirror in front of me, and water dripped down the tips of my hair and facial features. Ah, this face, is it me? I always think I look good, but I am far less handsome than I am now. The profile is still myself, and I will definitely not make people mistaken for someone else. But something has changed, just like the second development, recombined in the details, and the outline has become deeper, almost making me think that I am a mixed race.
No, or, I am indeed mixed now.
Especially the pair of eyes. The pupil of the left eye is dark red, and the pupil of the right eye is emerald. It is like an opal, possessing a seductive power, which seems inorganic, and seems full. Independent of the vitality of this body. When you stare at them, you will have the illusion that only them are left in your eyes, and everything else is just a transparent and quiet background.
Such beauty made me feel in a daze. I slapped my cheek vigorously and broke free from the whirlpool of obsession. I know whose eyes these are. Jiang is on the left and silk is on the right.
"What beautiful eyes, A Chuan." Fu Jiang teased from the side.
"A Jiang..." I said, "I saw Jiang."
"I know, I know." Fu Jiang said.
I found her in the mirror. She was leaning on the door of the bathroom with her hands crossed, and she didn't seem to be surprised at all what happened to me. Hey, this body of her is also corroded by Jiang's blood. Does it also retain Jiang's will? If the answer is yes, how is the will that resides in the two bodies unified? I still can't understand her existence.
I dry my face with a towel, calling out quarks in my heart.
A cloud of gray mist emerged from the shadow of the bathroom, condensed into a crow behind me, then turned into a gray mist, and a brain burrowed into my magic pattern.
Although the magic pattern does not seem to have changed, as the quark moves in and out, I occasionally feel the power flowing in it. When the body changes, I clearly feel that this magic pattern is not a dead thing, it also has its own will. It does not belong to me, it is just lodged on my body and is quietly affecting my soul. It will groan and roar, making people excited, let me chase something, even if it's not what I want.
Each Mageweave messenger is under the subtle influence of Mageweave will. If it cannot be restrained, it will become restless and stubborn. I understand now that my attachment may not be entirely my own will, and my seemingly self-decision is not the only choice. Even people who are indecisive, Magic Weave will allow them to generate their own beliefs, and continue to consolidate this belief, cutting off any path of compromise and concession.
People gather together because of similar beliefs, and different persistence collide together to shoot out the spark of death. In the end, only the destroying party can prove their correctness.
There is no compromised world of Ranwen Novel. This is really terrible. I can't help but tremble when I think about it. This is the power of gods or demons, and it is part of our soul. There are constant disputes between human beings, but after all, someone can overcome themselves and understand people with different ideas. Even if they hold the opposite will, they can achieve coexistence through compromise, so peace can finally be ushered in. But if one day, people always stick to their own opinions and no longer understand and compromise, then the war in this world will never cease.
What kind of purgatory is that, fighting for faith, death will no longer be fear, and people will usher in the end in their own joy and struggle.
For a while, I feel more clearly that the end of the day is inevitable. When the first prophet appeared, when the first Mageweave messenger was born, this ending seemed to be doomed. People chasing the doomsday have magic patterns. To fight against them, they must have magic patterns. But after possessing magic patterns, what is the difference between us and them? Even if the purpose is different, the magic pattern messenger is essentially the same, even if it seems to have taken a different fork, but will eventually return to the same one.
This is a path of self-destruction.
"It's stupid." Suddenly, a deep sadness grew in my heart.
Because even if I knew the result, even if I knew I was on the wrong path, I couldn't give up. In front of my eyes, there was never a choice. Not only me, all people have no choice. Therefore, even if you know that you will become a screw of the Doomsday Machine, you must tighten it.
"Don't cry, Achuan. No matter what, I will be by your side."
Tomie looked at me with a smile on the other side, and stretched out his hand to me. Does she know all this? However, there was no confusion or vacillation on her face. She was so dazzling that I had the illusion that I would be burnt to ashes when I was with her. Even so, I did not hesitate to grab the hand.
After the body undergoes an abnormal change, even if I close my eyes, I can see everything around me. Anything in the sphere centered on myself will appear in my mind. As long as it is not completely sealed, no obstacle can stop it. This kind of perception can even ignore the occlusion of the clothes and outline the sex. This is an enhanced use of the ability to determine the chain, I named it "round". But I still decided to go with a pair of glasses to shield the eyes of this pair of exceptionally beautiful women's winter coats, because this perception ability cannot replace the vision of the eyes.
There is an optical shop in the small town. Although it also serves people with visual impairments, its main business is to provide tourists with personalized glasses that are characteristic of the town.
We do not drive by Ranwen.com, so we choose to walk there. The yellowed leaves are occasionally blown off by the autumn wind, and then run over by vehicles. There are not many pedestrians on the street, but it does not appear bleak. Most of the houses in the town are equipped with a small garden. From time to time, you can see residents sprinkling water and pruning branches in the garden. It gets more lively when you are close to the business circle, but this kind of excitement belongs to the residents of the town. This is not the peak tourist season. When there are not many guests, the owner will come out to join the chat circle.
For most of the time, the rhythm of this town is so leisurely and slow.
When we entered the optical shop, there was only a young student who looked like a student, chatting and laughing with the owner while checking out. They seem to be familiar with each other. The young man should be from the town too. He wears glasses and looks a little weak. Although there are elementary and middle schools in the town, high schools need to go to the city. Young people seem to be at least the age of high school students. Is the school closed at this time?
The young student and the store manager greeted for a while, and turned around when they heard the bell of the customer pushing the door in. They were a little surprised at first, but then they showed a friendly smile.
"Good afternoon."
"Hello." Fu Jiang nodded at him, politely.
"What do you want? I only sell glasses here." The boss said humorously.
He is a big fat middle-aged man. The shirt sleeves on his arms are rolled up, revealing thick body hair. Fang Kuan's face also wears a pair of glasses, and he looks kind and rich.
"What else can I buy in the optical shop?" Fu Jiang said, "I want a pair of flat glasses."
"A pair? How can that be enough?" The boss greeted us enthusiastically to the side shelf, "Come here, these are the most popular products in our store, men and women matching couple glasses."
He picked up a blue lake-colored thin-rimmed glasses and showed it to us. There is a dark gold town name on the foot of the frame. The lenses are slightly different, but the upper part is not framed. Women's are oval lenses, and men's are flat square lenses. They also appear intellectual and soft, and have a very strong sense of matching.
Fu Jiang played a little bit, and he seemed to like it.
"Achuan, what do you think?" She put on her glasses and turned to ask me. Her dress has always been permeated with the dynamic and **** of a sports girl. Although her facial features are full of feminine charm, her eyes and scars still have a fierce and fierce atmosphere. In theory, this sensible and quiet style is more suitable for office clerical women, but after she put it on, she doesn't feel incompatible with the grid of burning novels. Instead, the first impression she gives has softened.
"Not bad." I replied, since she likes it, then buy it. We are not short of money anyway. But I bought glasses to cover the abnormalities of the pupils. Although it doesn’t matter if you don’t cover it, many young people abroad will deliberately wear contact lenses of different colors to attract attention and show their unique personality, but I don’t want to be seen as a rebellious period. Child.
I asked if there are any lenses that can block the color of the eyes. The boss immediately explained that all lenses are available, and can be modified immediately according to customer needs, and there are still stocks in the store, because many customers have such needs .
"How much?" I asked, watching myself in the mirror. Although I am still a student, the book taste of top students has not completely faded away, but after several battles and murders hovering on the edge of life and death, my temperament has begun to be a little aggressive, but I wear this pair of flat half-frame glasses. Later, the sharp breath was polished away. Now, I feel more like a philosopher.
"Each pair is two hundred dollars, but it only costs three hundred and eighty-eight yuan to buy a package, and the price of the bargain price." The boss laughed, "Are you from Asia? This style is an expert for you Designed by such excellent Asian customers, restrained and unassuming."
Fu Jiang and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Okay." I didn't plan to bargain, so I took out my wallet and paid, "Three hundred and eighty-eight yuan, you can get it in ten minutes, right?"
"Yes, thank you for your patronage." The boss added a finger with his tongue, counted the bills, and enthusiastically asked us to sit in the waiting seats, "Please wait a moment, I will adjust the goods."
The boss walked into the backstage, and Fu Jiang and I looked at the layout of the optical shop slowly. The young students had already left when the boss started our business, but when I walked to the place where they were chatting before, I found a photo on the counter. The appearance looks very new, but the appearance and background of the characters in the photo give people the feeling of passing by in time.
It was a middle-aged woman with a slightly higher jawbone and profound facial features. On the whole, she was not particularly beautiful, but her long skirt and expression showed a stern and elegant temperament. She sat on a black high chair, her posture showed a kind of rigid etiquette, her face did not have too much expression on her face, it reminded me of Jung, both of them seemed to have been born since birth. There is no smile like Ranwen Novel.com.
The place where this woman is located is in the corner of the house, behind which is a window, and branches and walls can be seen vaguely outside the window. It seems that there is no strange place about Ranwen Novel. But I don't know why, I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.
"What's this?" Fu Jiang leaned over and asked.
I lifted the photo to the light source for careful identification, then turned it over and looked behind the photo, where there is a line of swashes:
Who can see the true self? That is an abominable demon. -Irene @玛尔琼斯, 1983.
Fu Jiang said this line of words.
"I always feel as if I have seen it somewhere..." I said uncertainly.
"This woman? Or this text?"
"No...neither, ah, I remember. I have seen this place." I cried.
"Have you seen it?" Fu Jiang looked at me suspiciously. Of course she knew that I had never been abroad before, but this time she was by my side wherever I went. But she has not seen the scene in this photo.
"Yes, where is it?" I was a little confused, as if separated by a hazy layer of gauze, I just couldn't remember it.
At this moment, the boss took a spectacle case and turned out from the backstage. He was taken aback when he saw that we were looking at the photo.
"What are you doing?"
"Boss, do you know the person in this picture?" I asked.
"Oh... I don't know." He replied hesitantly, but I felt that he was insincere, "The young man came to find someone with this photo before, maybe his relative. Okay, don't worry. That's it, let's take a look at your glasses." He stretched out his hand to get the photo back, but Fu Jiang took the photo first.
The boss glared at her fiercely.
"This doesn't seem to be yours, right."
"The young man left it to me. This is my stuff." The boss said angrily, and he pointed to the glasses case: "Your stuff is here."
"Can I pay to buy it?" Fu Jiang-myeon said unchanged.
"No, I won't sell." The boss said categorically.
Fu Jiang suddenly reached out and grabbed the boss's collar, and lifted his nearly one hundred kilograms of body across the counter. The boss suddenly looked horrified, his face turned horrible, his feet trembling wildly, and he kept slapping Fu Jiang's arm, but that arm remained motionless like a steel bar.
"I know, you know something, tell me, or I will make a twist on your neck." Fu Jiang stared at him gloomily and said.
"I know, I know, let me down. I, I tell you." The boss shouted hard.
Fu Jiang immediately let go, and the boss fell down and almost sat on the ground, holding on to the table in an emergency. He breathed undecided, and his uncertain eyes wandered back and forth between me and Fu Jiang's faces.
"Who are you?"
"Do you really want to know? Believe me, that's not a good thing." Fu Jiang smiled and nestled on the counter. The boss immediately jumped back like a poisonous snake, he was really frightened by Fu Jiang's aura.
"Okay, okay." He swallowed, "This is not a shameful thing, but if it is not necessary, everyone will never mention it. After all, so many years have passed..."
"I see, I won't say that I knew it from you." Fu Jiang knocked on the counter and made a bumping sound, seeming to aggravate his credibility, "Many years, it won't be ten years ago. Right."
"How did you guess?" The boss's face was a little stiff, but he didn't dare to look at Fu Jiang, and cast his horrified and puzzled eyes on me.
I was pretending to be fine and opened the glasses case. This spectacle case is specially made to fit two pairs of spectacles. I took out my own pair and put it on, looking at myself in the mirror, adjusting the frame from time to time. But the corner of his eye was on the boss and Fu Jiang.
"Okay~IndoMTL.com~Boss, we don't want to get into trouble. Tell me, who is that young man? Why did he leave this picture here?" I said.
"He, he is the son of an old friend. He hasn't seen him for many years." The boss still couldn't let go of the nervousness in his heart, and stuttered: "Have you heard of the fire here ten years ago? His My father died young, and my mother died in the fire. The child went to the city after being adopted by the orphanage. I only saw him today and I almost couldn't recognize him."
Yes, I remembered that the scenery in this photo once appeared in that strange dream. It was a corner of a church-like hall. So, that dream is really the mental hospital before it was destroyed by the fire? But who are those boys and girls?
"This picture is his mother?" Fu Jiang asked, passing the picture to him.
"Yes, his mother, a stern but kind woman, Irene..." The boss grabbed the photo, stared at the person in the photo and muttered to himself, then raised his head and said to us a moment later:" That child, Marseille, he didn’t believe his mother was killed in the fire. He said he had seen her, but how could that be possible? Poor child, the fire burned everything to ashes."
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