Guardian Chapter 76: The main consciousness colored glaze

Hey, what do you remember?

You mean.

Huh?

What the **** is it falling down?

Chen Feng hurried forward and lifted Liuli up, thinking she was pretending, and swayed: "You are a clerical man, not a man of flesh and blood. Don't give the whole blood and life yuan a loss."

When I shook it, I noticed something was wrong.

The colored glaze became rigid with chucking, and there was a sound of mechanical hardening.

Chen Feng quickly took off the carving knife she was holding in her hand, picked up her not very soft body, and kicked the two silver corpses on the "dissection platform" with both feet.

Two ossified silver corpses, conditioned reflexes barred with bleeding teeth, showing a fierce look.

Chen Feng's expression was calm, and he looked at the silver corpse indifferently.

As soon as the silver corpse blood tooth was collected, his face showed a hard, pleased expression, and the murderous blood tooth turned into a cute little tiger tooth.

"Da Mao, Er Mao, outside the goalkeeper, do not allow anything near."

Yes, Chen Feng humorously picked up the nicknames of the two silver corpses.

Silver Corpse Man: I am Da Mao?

Silver Corpse Girl: Ermao will not be me?

The two Mao glanced at each other, groaned at each other expressionlessly, and went out to stand guard.

Chen Feng flattened Liuli's body and rolled her eyes. Her expression was dull and her pupils were dilated. This was a prelude to the dissipation of consciousness.

Liuli's subconscious, forcibly driving the imperial hat chisel, was backlashed, causing the already shattered consciousness to the edge of collapse.

Chen Feng opened Liuli's mouth and first came with a standard set of artificial respiration and compression pacing.

Seeing that it doesn't help, only then realized the seriousness of the matter.

He didn't even think about it, and took out the Liuyejing bottle that he regarded as the best collection.

There are also two drops of golden liquid rosary that once brought me great benefits.

Chen Feng drew a drop and dropped it into Liuli's mouth.

Just a moment.

It's like a wave of dust.

Several circles of ripples swayed across Liuli's body.

Chen Feng felt a majestic breath of life slowly growing in Liuli's body.

There were countless thoughts that accompanied him. Thousands of complex thoughts swept through Chen Feng's mind in a very short period of time like autumn breeze, almost making him psychedelic.

This is the "side effect" of the rosary. One drop of 100,000 thoughts, the unrefined rosary still belongs to the original liquid, with an unforgettable "desire".

And this desire is exactly what Liuli needs, her subconscious slowly quieting and becoming stable amidst thousands of thoughts.

She was originally a body made by iron wire, and it is also undergoing qualitative changes. Iron is reorganizing and combining. Although it is not flesh and blood, it is tougher than flesh and blood. It has a full sense of strength and feels different from the same day.

Previously, apart from consciousness, she could only call it wire art for the time being, and she couldn't even digest food.

At this time, her body structure, apart from being unable to have children, is estimated to be the same, and even better.

Seeing Liuli's plain chest rise and fall, the drop of sweat that Chen Feng held in his heart finally rolled to the ground.

If the fifth is Chen Feng’s psychological sustenance in the Dashun Dynasty, then Liuli is what he really sees as a writer.

Even if it is a fierce subconscious who is often off-line and has incomplete memory, it is his family who slowly pinched out Tie Xian Chen bit by bit.

Not to mention, once used the iron wire at that time, Chen Wan became alive and slept with an oiran.

The most important thing is that without her off-line manipulating the burrower to use the Yin and Yang Dao, pulling Chen Feng back from Huangquan, Chen Feng had long been sucked by the guy who was suspected of being a big fish.

"Have you seen enough?" Liuli's voice broke Chen Feng's reverie.

He was beaming and was about to say, "Is it okay?", but he recalled that Liuli's voice was not right.

Liu Li's voice is cold and frosty, with a low voice and a hint of dissatisfaction, like a solemn question from above.

It's very different from her clever and playful look in the past.

At this time, she looked at Chen Feng with indifference, as if looking at a...an ant.

"I'm asking if you have seen enough?" Liuli's tone changed from questioning to light drinking. Coupled with her indifferent eyes, Chen Feng actually felt shuddering.

This is not Liuli anymore?

From a lively and a little wealthy fan to a cold and aloof Yujie Faner?

Chen Feng couldn't answer at all. It was not that he didn't want to speak, but that he found cold sweat on his back and couldn't speak at all.

With Liuli's gaze, an invisible power swept across the sky over Chen Feng.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling. He just felt a tremor in his heart and liver, and couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness, and even the urge to worship.

Outside the door.

Two silver corpses standing upright.

I don't know when, crawling on the ground, shivering, wishing to bury his head in the soil.

Big...big murder?

The female corpse in the grave?

This is not Liuli's subconscious mind, but the main consciousness...Chen Feng's forehead oozes a lot of sweat, stubbornly stubbornly holding on to not kneeling, he was already overwhelmed with surprise in his heart.

"Heh... ants." Liuli got up, seemingly dissatisfied with her current body, looked down, and breathed.

Chen Feng suddenly felt a breath of death rushing towards him, which was stronger than the oppressive feeling given by the suspicious fish in Huangquan River.

Puff...Chen Feng didn't want to kneel.

The two silver corpses outside the door were even more unbearable and had passed out.

Pop...With a crisp slap, Chen Feng has five clear fingerprints on his left and right cheeks.

The two beeps are one, which shows how terrifying the speed is.

"Huh?" Leng Ao Liuli snorted coldly, looked at her finger, and seemed to be muttering to herself, "What? Your heartache?"

Chen Feng was shocked, and sure enough, the current Liuli is not subconscious Liuli.

The colored eyebrows are frosted, the eyes are indifferent, the corners of the mouth are sneered, and the temperament of the world is invisible, which is invisible.

She looked at Chen Feng casually, and then stopped paying attention. It seemed that the person in front of her was just an insignificant ant.

At this time, Liuli's coercion and restraint, walked out the door, looking up at the stars, there seemed to be a galaxy in his eyes, "The timing is wrong," Leng Ao Liuli murmured, looking through the sky with a glance.

The direction in which her gaze is facing, seems to have crossed a hundred thousand mountains, staring at nowhere.

Chen Feng held his fiery face, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and looked at Liuli's back.

I saw the silver wire flicking behind her hands, her back was tall and arrogant, giving people an illusion of hopelessness, and...a sense of loneliness.

"Huh? Stupid, dirty thing." Leng Ao Liuli glanced at the silver corpse on the ground, lifting his foot to step on.

Chen Feng shook his heart and shook his body to grab it. Thinking of the pressure that was so powerful that he couldn't breathe, he almost didn't stretch.

"Huh?" Leng Ao Liuli raised her foot and hung in the air. After trying several times, she couldn't get it down. She frowned slightly and said to herself, "What kind of rubbish, you can't bear it? Let me loose it."

Chen Feng was stunned, looking like she was insane, watching Leng Ao Liuli's feet unsteadily there, listening to her tone, it seemed that something was countering her will.

Is it the subconsciousness of that strand of colored glaze?

Chen Feng quietly drew out the imperial ruler, and was considering whether to come, and explained the use of the imperial ruler. This kind of opposite split personality is really easy to use, even if it only has ten breaths, maybe it can Let the subconscious take the initiative, and it can suppress this main consciousness that has emerged somehow.

Leng Ao Liuli seemed to feel something, looking back and squinting, the coldness at the corner of his mouth gradually swayed away.

Chen Feng closed the ruler and bowed his head to pretend to be dead.

Seeing a pair of unhurried feet appeared in the line of sight.

Chen Fengxin said, it's over.