Chapter 611

Shuo Gu · flying swallow in the forest wakes up from bed.

He woke up with a start, and was entangled by the strange giant flying noodle monster in the dream. Then he was dragged into the noodle body full of thick sauce.

He still remembered that there were many white women around the noodles. Their bodies were wrapped in the white light, and only the outline of leptin was hazy. Their faces appeared in the light of blooming petals. They were all pitiful beauties, with eyes slightly closed, their long eyelashes trembling in the light and wind, their soft lips, one of them Come here.

Although she closed her eyes, Shuo Gu knew that she was looking at herself. He stared at the woman's eyes, hoping that she could open her affectionate eyes to see herself.

At this time, he could still feel himself dragged into the depths of noodles, just like a drowning drowning drowner. But it was different. He didn't feel the cold and piercing suffocation, just numbness, slight tingling, and the strong premonition of death.

The white angel in the dream gently caresses the face of Shuo Gu. When she opens her eyes, the beautiful iris is a blue sea, and the pupils are golden, just like a bright sunset. Shuo Gu saw the sun not long ago, but he never saw the sea.

A woman's eyes are the sea. Shuo Gu is willing to drown there. Now he wakes up and is still trying to recall whether he has spoken to her. Even more and more, he is not sure whether he has really had this dream and whether there are a group of flying light girls in the dream.

But, there is a voice more and more clear, in the ear low echo, as if listening to the chime, "love. Love the world. "

What love? Shuo Gu can't help asking questions from the bottom of his heart.

And whispered and murmured.

"To cherish the benefits of cooking, to wipe out all those who disobey cooking, only love can make the world survive."

Shuo Gu has a kind of fear of being bound by invisible shackles. He looks around. This is a clean iron block house. The high-quality alloy presents beautiful blue. The four sides of the ceiling reflect soft white light. The room is not very bright, but it also has the brightness of early spring afternoon.

In addition to his iron bed, there is a food delivery port on the opposite wall. On the partition board is a pile of fine glass medicine bottles that have been drained. In addition, on the left side of the wall is a square mirror and gray iron gargle table.

Shuo Gu stood up and flew forward for a long time. He went to the old bottles in the partition of the delivery port and found out that there was a bottle of new medicine. He unscrewed the stopper and drank it all.

Then, he turned back and flew for a while and stood in front of the washstand. He looked at himself in the mirror. After all this, he remembered that he could fly and was a little too familiar with this place, just like going home.

And why?

Shuo Gu looks at himself in the mirror, and his whole body is covered with spiritual lines, which is the only form of the elderly. From the beginning, there were only some spiritual lines on his neck, to now, the whole skin has become a solid light fog like spiritual skin, and his whole body is covered by bright three color tile like light lines, which is as beautiful as flowers.

What happened in the middle? Shuo Gu remembers that he set foot on the journey to find the surface buildings, but at this stage, his memory is empty. He doesn't remember why he came here. The last scene he saw was the white light girl coming out of those square buildings.

I was captured.

Shuo Gu thought so in his heart, but he didn't feel too excited. On the contrary, he was calm, even indifferent, and took it as usual.

His room was tightly sealed, but with the sound of air flow, Shuo Gu stood at the washstand for a while, turned on the tap and cleaned his hands with cold water.

The water broke off and splashed on his palm. Although his body was fully flexible, it still had some habits of ordinary fetus.

Very sensitive and delicate touch, but the cold and hot feeling is relatively dull, Shuo Gu is familiar with a new self.

Time passes in this chamber, just like the trickle in the faucet. It seems that there is no end, no beginning, and no mutation. However, he is not in a hurry. With the arrival of a specific moment, he has extreme anxiety in his heart, and some joy that has no reason to be reserved.

What's waiting for him? In this stagnant time cycle, there is a fixed rock waiting for him to pass again. Shuo Gu looks at himself in a mirror in a panic. The natural beauty of Jingqi is covered by his spiritual body. The aesthetic feeling of Jingqi elders is beyond the secular and mediocre, and then full of illusion, bewilderment, divinity and dust There is a sense of being, absolutely charming.

He didn't know why he cared about his appearance. He was a young monster. Maybe when he was old enough to pay attention to his appearance, he wanted to make an appointment with his beloved girl.

Shuo Gu's fear slowly subsided.

I do not know when, the iron room ring slowly, a long "di - Da!"

The seamless wall beside the delivery door slowly opened a door and let in the scenery of the corridor outside.

There was a lot of noise outside. Shuo Gu hurried out of the door, only to find that the narrow corridor was filled with dozens of strange elders. They talked to each other. Some of them were very worried, while others were very indifferent. Like Shuo Gu, he even met the members of his expedition: xiegu, honeysuckle falcon, doujiao, wind and rain. However, he didn't mean to recognize each other Everyone is separated by a sea of people.There are no windows in this closed corridor, but the lighting is sufficient, and there are no utensils. Just a distance apart, there will be picture frames showing noodles, some oil paintings, some watercolors, and some photography. All of them highlight a strong fragrance, bold and uninhibited colors, full contrast, which makes people happy to see, and even vaguely imagine the taste of its fragrance and tendons, It's a big move.

The crowd began to move to one side. The door at the end of that side must be open. Shuo Gu and the flying swallow in the forest followed suit. In this area, which is not crowded or spacious, he slowly moved forward. He also took this opportunity to take a detailed look at the portrait on the corridor.

Shuo Gu looked at the noodles. No matter what the thickness or color, there must be two golden fried meatballs on the edge of the bowl. The texture is full, the color is mellow and bright, and the stars are shining like eyes. These meatballs are sometimes conspicuous, sometimes hidden in ordinary meatballs, or even semi floating in soup, or hidden under the cover of a few noodles.

Shuo Gu and meatball looked at each other, and suddenly he felt a sense of horror. He bowed his head and did not dare to look at it any more.